Domination and Dirty Diapers
Copyright© 2025 by Marlow J. Stanton
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - After her divorce, Mrs. Chadwick is on a mission to become the biggest, dirtiest slut in town. Her maid Annie, a notorious troublemaker, is all too happy to lend a hand – especially if it means someone else is doing the chores. Read on for poopy diapers, humiliation, and the ultimate power play, and join Mrs. C on her desperate dive into degradation.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Fiction Humor BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Scatology Sex Toys Water Sports
Annie sat on the couch, a Mojito in hand, and idly brushed an imaginary speck of dust from her maid’s uniform. The mansion’s living room on the ground floor, with its expensive artwork, dark leather couches, armchairs, and irreplaceable junk, was far too posh for her liking. Yet, her employer, Mrs. Chadwick, was known for her impeccable taste.
At first, Annie found Chadwick exhausting – the impossible standards, the constant berating. After her divorce, however, she had undergone a remarkable transformation. A late-night knock on Annie’s door and a raw, vodka-fueled confession marked the beginning of an unexpected and intriguing relationship. Almost overnight, a dull job she barely tolerated turned into something else entirely.
“Careful, Mrs. C,” said Annie when the vacuum cleaner hit the armchair. “That’s mahogany.”
Mrs. Chadwick stood for a moment, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She was a full-figured woman in her mid-thirties, with heavy breasts that still turned heads when she strutted around the Wellington Country Club. Now those breasts hung bare and unsupported, swinging like massive pendulums as she vacuumed the carpet.
All she wore was a comically huge diaper, already sagging precariously after half a day of involuntary use. The sturdy, transparent plastic cover held the swollen thing in place for now, but given its size, all Chadwick could do was waddle about as she performed the chores originally assigned to Annie.
“Can’t I go to the bathroom quickly, Ms. Annie?” asked Chadwick over the humming noise of the vacuum cleaner. She paused as yet another explosive load forced its way out of her bowels, adding to the stench that hung thick and heavy in the elegant living room.
“That’s what the diaper’s for, Mrs. C. Don’t fight it.”
Annie glanced over, putting her feet on the glass table. A couple of suppositories and a triple dose of laxatives were doing their job. Whatever was still in the woman’s bowels would be out soon, and no force of will or desperate clenching of buttocks could hold it back.
“When we’re done here, we’re gonna go and scrub some toilets,” said Annie. “You spent so much time telling me how to do it properly. I’m happy to return the favor.”
A massive fart ripped through the room. “Sorry, Ms. Annie,” mumbled Chadwick, blushing.
“That’s okay. No need to apologize. Being a filthy slut means you fart and shit and piss whenever you feel like it. You said you want another assfuck tonight – that means we have to clean you out.” Annie smiled, taking another sip. “Unless you enjoyed sucking your shit off my strap-on.”
Chadwick gulped. “No, Ms. Annie.”
“That’s what I thought.” Annie pointed at the leather couch next to her. “Come here, Mrs. C. Sit down.”
After a long moment of hesitation, Chadwick turned off the vacuum and shuffled over. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto the couch, eliciting a squelch from her putrid, bulging diaper.
Annie’s grin widened as she imagined the mess spreading beneath Chadwick, seeping into every crevice. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the woman’s massive right breast, squeezing it firmly. “How does it feel, sitting in your own filth? Not so prim and proper anymore, are we?”
“N-no.”
It was no secret among the staff that the woman had developed an obsession with porn – perfectly understandable, considering her dreary eleven-year marriage to Edmund, a corporate lawyer as drab and uninspiring as a paperclip. Annie hated the man with a passion, and the feeling was mutual.
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