Domination and Dirty Diapers
Copyright© 2025 by Marlow J. Stanton
Chapter 3
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
Ella was relentless. Fifty lashes on Annie’s backside, plus fifty more for coming to the table wearing a butt plug and no panties, had left a lasting impression. As much as Annie appreciated a good spanking, this wasn’t the enjoyable kind – her mother hit a lot harder than Julian ever did. Bent over the table with her legs spread, naked and with the soiled butt plug in her mouth, she endured the thrashing with Chadwick watching from the doorway.
Fuck, that was intense.
Annie grimaced as she stood up straight, rubbing her smarting buttocks. The swelling had already started, but she knew better than to ask for ice. Sitting down would be interesting for a few days.
“And you,” shouted Ella, pointing her finger at Chadwick as she rushed past her. “Tomorrow at seven! Don’t make me come and get you!”
“Yes, Ms. Ella.”
Back in uniform, plug in her ass, and still without panties, Annie took a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” asked Chadwick, kneeling down in front of the table. “That butt doesn’t look great.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Annie bit her lip. “Damn! Second time in a week!”
Chadwick grinned. “Last time was only twenty. You know, Ella means well, in her own way. Maybe if you stopped stealing snacks from the pantry...”
“Not gonna happen.”
“Okay. But can we eat now, Ms. Annie? I’m starving.”
“Not yet. Stay!”
Annie dashed off and quickly found what she was looking for. Dante, a German Shepherd, had died years before her arrival, but his collar, leash, and bowl were still in a box in the garage. From Chadwick’s collection upstairs, she retrieved a pair of leather cuffs and a snap hook.
Back in the dining room, Chadwick’s eyes were locked on the steaming plates on the table. Despite her hunger and weariness, she had remained on her knees with her hands on her thighs – a picture of obedience. Annie dropped everything on the floor and gave her left breast a smack.
God, I love those tits.
She patted Chadwick’s head and buckled the wide leather collar around her neck.
“You’re my bitch anyway, Mrs. C,” she said, connecting the leash. “We might as well make it official. On your stomach, come on!”
With Chadwick lying flat on the floor, she closed the leather cuffs around her wrists and connected them behind her back. That should do. She tapped her foot between Chadwick’s legs, spreading the stinking mush inside the diaper.
“Did you wash your hands?” asked Chadwick, raising her head. “This being a respectable house and all.”
Annie laughed. “I’ll do it next time.” She grabbed one of the plates and scraped the risotto into the dog bowl. “Bon appetit, Mrs. C.”
“Thank you, Ms. Annie,” said Chadwick, her face already in the bowl, gobbling up the food.
Annie winced. With throbbing hands and a bruised butt she slowly lowered herself onto the chair and started shoveling her mother’s risotto into her mouth. A day exposed to the stench of Chadwick’s feces, forced out by the laxatives, had made both of them insensitive to the smell.
They ate in silence, but when Chadwick stopped chewing for a moment, a strained expression on her face, Annie set down her fork. “Are you shitting right now, Mrs. C? Really?”
“Pissing, too. You said it yourself, Ms. Annie: being a filthy slut means you can shit and piss whenever you want.”
“Smartass. I can’t believe there’s anything left.”
Chadwick was still licking the bowl when Annie stood up. “Actually, I’m proud of you. Only the most disgusting pigs can eat like that. We’re starting to see what you really are.”
“Ella would agree,” said Chadwick, chuckling. “But thank you, Ms. Annie. I feel very connected to my true self right now.”
Annie pulled at the leash. “What do you say, Mrs. C? Plenty of toilets to scrub upstairs.”
“Yes, Ms. Annie.” Chadwick grunted, and after a short struggle, she managed to sit up.
“Or maybe it’s time to get you cleaned up and give you that assfuck you wanted. I’m dying to ram that new dildo up your ass.” She rolled Chadwick’s stiff nipples between her fingers. “You’re still way too tight for a proper slut. I’m gonna stretch and ruin it, until it’s as loose as mine.”