The world had gone crazy. That was the only thing that made sense. This wasn’t a game or a practical joke. Malorie had literal bondage gear set up and blatantly had engaged in torture just for the fun of it. And a little bit of sexy hardly makes up for the humiliation. And what about Dan? Genuinely nice, clean cut Dan? He knew exactly what the plan was and did nothing? That was no Dan that she knew. He definitely wouldn’t have gone in for something like this, if he’d known about it.

Felicia had thought some and a phrase kept coming back to her: all your needs taken care of. She’d said that to ‘Santa’ when she’d gone to work. How long ago had that been? One day? It felt like a year. How had Malorie been able to quote that verbatim? Something was fishy about the whole scenario and Felicia had a funny feeling ‘Santa’ was involved somehow.

Nevermind the illogic of it: the shopping mall Santa magically turning Malorie into a diaper fetish bondage freak? Seemingly reprogramming Felicia’s life so that she was the sub in a threesome. It didn’t make sense but that didn’t change the fact that she felt an irresistible pull to find ‘Santa’ and ask him what the hell was up. Even if she just ended up screaming at someone who wasn’t involved, it’d make her feel better.

Every time she moved, the chains clattered, and the wooden brush bounced against her bare chest, reminding her that it was waiting on her. Speaking of which, her stomach had started to do somersaults. It was the sick kind of queasiness that told her when the need came, it would come fast.

You are not going to shit yourself Felicia she kept telling herself. Her stomach gurgled again as if protesting her thoughts. This wasn’t some kink story where she’d just dramatically lose control though. A laxative cocktail wasn’t going to deprive her of her control.

There was something else too. She tested the bonds again just to be sure but as she pulled on the chain she realized it was a fact. The hooks on the wall were not anchored at all. Even the slightest bit of force would pull them free. Of course she didn’t need the sound of drywall and plaster tearing apart to attract unwanted attention. So she tried to pull gently, and her eyes sparkled as one of the hooks began sliding out of the wall. Her victory was very short lived however as the door creaked open and that voice that seemed to delight in offering pleasure and pain in equal measures called, “Hi baby girl!”

Malorie came into focus, dramatically putting her hands to her hips and bending down to be eye level with Felicia. She hadn’t seemed to notice that one of the anchors was dangling out of the wall now. “Have you pooped yet?”

Her hands were on Felicia’s bottom now, squeezing her padding, her butt, and pushing the diaper up against her rear. “No? Do you need mommy to help you poop?”

You are not going to shit yourself Felicia. What could she do anyway? Felicia hadn’t magically learned to talk through the ball gag so all she managed was an angry, “mmmrrrrphhhh!”

“Mommy has something for you,” Malorie continued, seemingly oblivious to Felicia’s protests. “Since you haven’t used your diapees all day and only want to play, I got you a new buzzie, see?” With that she produced a small vibrator attached to a cable. In her other hand she held a control box. A catlike grin spread across her face in response to the fear that Felicia knew she was showing with her eyes. “Don’t put up such a fuss Miss FeFe, mommy’s just going to help remind you how good it is to make poopies in your diaper. Now hold still.”

The waistband of Felicia’s diaper was pulled back and Malorie’s hand crept inside. Felicia hated how much she loved the feeling of Malorie’s hand crawling across her skin. She hated how her hips seemed to part and she hated the ache that was cascading throughout her body. “Mmmmmmmm,” mewls of contentment escaped her lips. The physical pain didn’t seem to matter, not when her goddess was touching her. God what is happening to me!

“That’s it my little kitty cat, purr for me,” Malorie whispered huskily. “Your punishment isn’t over just yet my darling but I think you’re starting to remember how good it feels to be good, aren’t you?” No, please…I can’t like this. She did though and as she went slack, she knew she was putty in Malorie’s hand. She’d agree to anything.

Which still didn’t prevent a startled squeak from escaping between her lips and the ball gag as Malorie pushed the cold metal vibrator directly into her! The foreign object felt strange, uncomfortable, and Malorie’s hand had withdrawn from her diaper. The touch was gone and only the awkwardness of the situation was left. That’s right Felicia, fight it! She’s just manipulating you!

“Now,” Malorie hummed as she placed her hands over Felicia’s stomach and rubbed. The rubbing felt…no! Her resolve was melting again, she couldn’t help it. Anytime Malorie touched her, she felt alive in new ways. Anticipation made her breathing ragged. It feels so good to be good. “My such a pretty little kitty cat, here let me reward you.” Malorie pressed a button on the controller, sending a jolt throughout Felicia’s body.

Oh god, “Ahhhhhh!” still muffled but her cries seemed to only encourage Malorie. The buzzing continued, she was so close. She stopped breathing, stopped doing anything, only felt…nothing. With a smirk Malorie clicked the button, turning the vibrator off, and leaving only the heat between Felicia’s legs.



“There’s only one way you’re getting off the hill Miss FeFe,” Malorie answered to Felcia’s pleading expression. “You know what I want from you.” With the way Felicia’s stomach was howling, the effort she was having to go to in order to prevent truly mortifying noises from escaping her, she knew that if she put her mind to it, she could do that.

You are not shitting yourself Felicia! It was the only thing that was allowing her to hang on. It wasn’t even a dignity issue. She was naked, save for a diaper, chained to a wall, and begging for sexual release. At this point Malorie had already taken her dignity. But she couldn’t just surrender her adult agency. She was not going to mess herself. She was not!

“Look, your face is flushing,” Malorie giggled. “You’ve got that little scowl. Holding it back is harder than just letting go. Just let go kit cat and mommy will make you feel so good.” She circled around Felicia, putting her hand to the seat of Felicia’s diaper. “I hope you’re not holding out on me because you’re afraid of Mr. Brushy kitten. Because you will mess this diaper and you will get your stinky butt paddled. Whether you get to cum while it happens or not is the only thing you get to choose.”

Oh god why did she have to start talking dirty? They’d been doing a dance, using euphemisms, not being explicit. But now her Goddess was telling her exactly what was going to happen and what her reward for obedience would be. But she couldn’t. You are not shitting yourself! You are not shitting yourself!The world went into slow motion, Felicia saw it happen - Malorie curled her hand up into a fist. She wound it back. She swung as hard as she possibly could, delivering a horrific gut punch right to Felicia’s stomach.

Her lungs deflated as the sucker punch knocked her breath away but that pain was secondary to the roaring inferno in her stomach. She tried to gasp some air back in to regain composure but it was too late. The growling in her stomach exited the only way it knew how and the trumpeting escaping from her bottom was quickly followed by the horrific feeling of hot muck sliding out of her and into her diaper.

Horrifying disgust fused with carnal lust as Malorie seemed to sense the moment Felicia began to mess herself and flicked the vibrator back on. Screams of pleasure pushed themselves past the ball gag as Felicia twitched, howling in delight at everything that was happening in her diaper. Orgasms and messing herself became the same thing and for a moment, she luxuriated in the feel of the hot sticky mess slipping out of her ass and into the waiting seat of her diaper.

Felicia fell to the ground, chains clattering around her. Emotionally and physically spent, she just enjoyed the silence. Her internal monologue had ceased and she was only thinking in feelings. Pleasure. Ick. Pleasure. Ick. Pleasure. Pleasure. Ick was pleasure. Her brain jumpstarted oh god. Oh god. Oh god. She’d liked it! The tears began to fall again. She hated herself for liking it.

The brush was unhooked from her collar. The wooden handle rested itself on top of the padding, bits if ick flowing around her as they squished between the protective outer layer and her bare skin. Now the pain was going to come. Now the…the?

Malorie was frowning. She didn’t seem happy. “You don’t want this, do you?” she asked, the tip of the brush gently tap tap tapping on the seat of her diaper. Felicia’s eyes, red from the near constant stream of tears that had been pouring out of her, shook. “Nmmmph! Nmmmph!” she couldn’t take another beating. She had already lost so much.

The key slipped out of Malorie’s blouse. It was in her hand, the collar unlocked, falling to the ground. The ball gag was pulled from her throat. “I’m sorry to wreck the mood Felicia. I thought I was better at this. Are we still green? Say the word if we’re not.”

Felicia gasped, coughing up a bit of phlegm as she did so before croaking, “what…word?”

“God,” Malorie fell against the wall. “You don’t even know what I’m talking about, do you? I’ve pushed you too far. I’m so sorry.” With a spring she pulled herself up and finished unchaining Felicia. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. We need to stop playing games tonight.”

* * *

Felicia hadn’t even been able to walk. She barely registered where she was. Overloaded by the feeling of horrible pleasure she’d experienced at soiling herself, her brain had simply shut down. She was vaguely aware of water pouring, Malorie stripping her, and being guided into the bathtub. Warmth spread across her body as the hot water made contact with her skin. Her brain simply buzzed along for awhile in a fugue.

With time, however, her mind began to focus back. I’m…I’m… the door to the bathroom was ajar. A stack of fluffy towels were just there. She looked at her body, scrubbed clean. Not by her. By…Malorie? She was bruised. Were those supposed to be pleasure bruises? Away from her tormenter, her resolve was able to build back up. No matter how it felt this was all so fucked up. There’s got to be better ways to get off than soiling yourself. She needed to get out of here, she needed…

“I told you that you were pushing her too far!” a raised male voice carried in from the hall. It was Dan.

“She didn’t use the safe word Daniel. You told me she was green yourself.”

“She couldn’t exactly object when you shoved that gag in her mouth,” came the retort.

“Damnit Dan, she ordered that gag herself. Those were her toys. She’s the one that told me what her signals are if I was going too far. She didn’t give me any of them. It’s like…” she trailed off.

“Like what?” Dan asked.

“It’s like she didn’t even remember them. She seemed so confused. Oh god, do you

think I might have hurt her head? Could she have a concussion?”

“I think you need to let her rest and talk to her in the morning. Give her a chance to tell you where she stands. Both of us are just speculating.



“I…yeah…let me check on her. Make sure she’s comfortable.”

Oh god, that means she’s coming back. Felicia couldn’t face Malorie right now. She didn’t know how she felt. She loved Malorie, worshipped her. Did she want Malorie to reciprocate? Of course! But…like this…? What had she fantasized a taut love affair would be like? Curled under blankets, sipping wine, enjoying the closeness of each other. Instead she got chained to a wall and forced to mess herself while being stimulated by a vibrator. If this was all her needs taken care of, the lesson had to have been that she needed to stand on her own.

“Felicia…?”

“Not now,” she hissed. “I can’t.”

“Oh…” Malorie sounded devastated. Felicia wouldn’t even look at her. If she had, she knew Malorie would have seen that her heart was shriveling up. “Do you need me to get dad..Dan?”

“I…” can’t even make it out of this fucking bathtub. Her muscles felt like rubber. Trying to move them just resulted in them jiggling. And she was ever so slowly slipping down. At this rate she’d just go under the water and that would be it. “Yeah.” She wasn’t ready to drown in a bathtub just yet.

Dan came in. Moments later? Minutes? Hours. She didn’t know. He wrapped his arms around her and gently lifted her out of the bathtub. She was wrapped in towels, her hair patted dry. “Do you want to sit out in the living room?” he asked. “Or would you rather be alone?”

“I can’t even look at her right now Dan,” Felicia moaned as she fell against his chest. She needed some kind of support. “I don’t know how I’m feeling. It was all too much. Everything about this has been too much.”

“What do you want?” Dan asked.

“I want…to see Santa Claus,” Felicia replied. “At the mall. My job. The job that I actually managed to get. I just need to do that and not this.”

“I’ll drive you in the morning,” Dan offered. He helped her to her room. All of the…toys…had been cleaned up and were gone. After disappearing for a moment he returned with a clean set of pajamas. Not baby clothes. Real pajamas. Her pajamas. “Sorry, I, uh, didn’t know exactly what you wanted so…” He’d brought a stack of underwear. After a day of diapers, Felicia appreciated the choice.

“Thanks Dan. Good night.”

“Good night then,” Dan said awkwardly as he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. By the time she’d gotten dressed, the soreness in her muscles had faded. Her skin felt clean and dry but the emotional turmoil of the day had been exhausting. She fell asleep quickly.

* * *

Do you mind if Malorie comes? They were testing her. Seeing how far she’d budge. Everything was super awkward. They seemed to assume she had consented to last night but they could tell from her words and behavior that she certainly didn’t feel she had consented. Malorie was trying to mend fences but didn’t even know how.

How does a God get your trust back when they’ve betrayed it? More than anything, Felicia just wanted things to go back to the way they were. It was much easier to silently pine for Malorie than to have any kind of real relationship with her. As long as it was a fantasy, she could control the fantasy. In the reality of it, she had no control.

But she’d said no, she didn’t mind. Somehow her normal world of holding a torch for Malorie had been replaced by bondage diaper dominatrix Malorie. If this was the world she was in now, she supposed she needed to start learning how to live in it.

She was in the front seat. Dan was driving. Malorie was trying to stay out of the way in the back seat. Felicia glanced in the rearview mirror once and caught Malorie staring at her. The other woman quickly turned her head.

She had on a sensible work polo, slacks, shoes, her underwear. God it was nice. “I appreciate the ride. You can just drop me off.”

“Oh, uh…” Dan trailed off.

“Felicia,” Malorie said.

“Nope,” Felicia still wasn’t ready for Malorie. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Malorie. Rather she had the opposite problem. She was pretty sure that if Malorie told her to jump off a cliff, she’d agree to go do it.

“Let me just say one thing,” Damn, she got something out. An instruction. Felicia knew shouldn’t but…it felt good to be good. Goddamnit Felicia!

“Ok,” she said mechanically. Her brain hadn’t quite caught up with the fact that her mouth had already settled the internal argument.

“I just need to know you're alright. I know you’re not there mentally, but physically. I’d just feel better. We’ll walk behind you like we’re shopping or something.”

Felicia rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child.”



“I know you’re not,” Malorie conceded. “Believe me, I know you’re not.”



“Fine,” Felicia sighed. If her hunch that ‘Santa’ was somehow behind everything was right anyway then maybe this would all go away in fifteen minutes.



True to their word, Dan and Malorie stayed back. No one could possibly have guessed that the three were together. Of course, Felicia knew they were back there, eyes on her as if they were watching a child. A leash was still a leash, whether it was physical or not.



“Well,” Jeanne nodded at Felicia as she walked up to the North Pole display. “Gotta admit Felicia, didn’t think I’d see you again. Usually when people call out on their second day, they’re all done.”



“Sorry Jeanne, just a touch of a cold yesterday. One of those 24 hour things. I promise not to miss anymore time.”



“It’s fine. It’s fine. We’re glad for the help. Santa’s gotta start taking kids in a few minutes. Why don’t you go into the workshop and grab your uniform?”



Inside the workshop, ‘Santa’ was sitting in his chair. A pipe in his mouth and smoke gently billowing out of it. “Ho ho ho, welcome back Felicia. You look exhausted”



“Rough day yesterday,” Felicia muttered.



“I know,” ‘Santa’s eyes were twinkling.



“You…you do…?”



“I said I don’t give bad girls lumps of coal. Of course I never said anything about giving them exactly what they want,” ‘Santa’ smiled.



Felicia snorted. “You are not Santa Claus.”



“Of course not. That would be crazy,” ‘Santa’ replied. Both of them laughed awkwardly for a moment. Santa returned to his pipe, but he did pick up a small package and tossed it to Felicia. “Here you are, it’s not Christmas yet but you can have this one early.”



“What is it?”



“It’s a present,” ‘Santa’ replied



“I figured that out ‘Santa’,” Felicia said sarcastically. “But what’s in it. Or, let me guess, I have to open it to find out.”



“Well you can open it,” ‘Santa’ replied. “But if you do, you might find that all your needs aren’t being taken care of anymore. On the other hand, if you save it until Christmas Day, you might learn a new word.”



“A…new word?” Felicia’s eyebrows arched.



“A safe word,” ‘Santa’ replied. “It’s a choice. If you’re bad girl and open your present early, everything goes back to the way it was. If you’re a good girl and open your present on Christmas, you’ll get your word.”



Felicia stared at the box. Trying to piece together exactly what she was being told. She was in some sort of crazy world where she was in a very unpleasant bondage relationship with her roommate. If she was “good” then mommy would be sweet to her and she wouldn’t have to do anything. Except live like a baby. If she was “bad” then she’d get punished but Malorie would occasionally touch her in ways that were exciting. Safe word…safe word…If she knew the safe word she could stop the games. They could define boundaries.

‘Santa’ had risen from his chair and walked over to Felicia. He put his arm around her and guided her to the workshop window. Across the plaza, off to the side, Dan and Malorie were staring at the entire Santa workshop. “It hasn’t been all bad, has it? Doesn’t she…please…you now?”



Malorie did, of course. In her world it was strictly a one sided fantasy affair. In this world they had a real relationship. Felicia loved it and hated herself for loving it. So how had she ended up here? Magic? If magic had made Malorie love her, even in the kind of messed up way she seemed to, that still wasn’t consent. Felicia had to make the decision for Malorie because Malorie couldn’t. That decision had to be to put things back the way they were.



“No,” she said after a moment. She glanced up at Santa. “You know what? Fuck whatever the hell this is. I am not into it.” She spoke decisively because she was afraid that if she thought about it at all, the idea of staying here with this Malorie would start to sound very good. And being good feels so good.

“Felicia,” ‘Santa’ said. “Just remember that putting you here meant someone else had to go to your world. And she’s been busy.” Now what was that supposed to mean? Was ‘Santa’ telling her that she had switched bodies with someone. Who? She glanced out the window. Malorie was still staring in at her. She had a look of longing on her face. It was getting hard to…and being good feels so good. God she just wanted to throw the package in Santa’s face, run out and embrace her goddess. Give me your collar, I’ll wear it. The words flashed in her mind. But…no. No! This wasn’t her life, that wasn’t her Malorie, she couldn’t. So she didn’t.

“Fuck you, If you’re offering me the choice to stay in this kinked up diaper universe or going back home, I am going back home,” she snapped. Then she unwrapped the present. Within was nothing but her eyes became cloudy. Swirling colors of blue and purple, thick black clouds, lightning crackling between them. Her vision blinded as all she saw was the storm swirling in front of her. It seemed to lunge for her and as quickly as it did it was gone.



And there she was, standing in front of her house holding the box. “What was that?” Taking a step back, she blinked and glanced down. Santa Hat with elf ears, goofy Santa dress that did not cover as much of her legs as she’d want. A leather coat - HER LEATHER COAT! Wrapped around her body. Cellphone in one hand, keys in the other. And…her hands flew up her skirt, “Oh thank god panties.” There was a note inside the box. Welcome Home - S.



Had it worked? Were things how they should be? She looked like she’d just gotten off work. She was wearing the costume that Jeannie had showed her. It was…8 PM, same day. She’d stepped forward in time? Alright. Keys in lock, door open. She stepped inside.



“Malorie?” she called, nervously. If Malorie still wanted to tie her up and do things to her that wouldn’t be good. No response. The lights were all on in the house. The dining room was set for one. Something was in the crockpot that smelled good. Malorie’s door was shut, but the lights were off. The Christmas Tree had already been set up in the living room and a few presents were piled up under it. Funny, I don’t recall the tree getting up. An animatronic Santa stood at the base of the tree, moving back and forth. Finally he turned in Felicia’s direction, “Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas! I hope you like your present!” Her bedroom door was partially ajar, lights on. “Malorie?”

Felicia’s eyes shot open in shock. A Goddess was supposed to have a level of dignity, to stand above you. Felicia had always been content to worship her Goddess from afar. But even with how crazy the last day had been, with her goddess collaring her and treating her like a diapered slave, she still knew her place. Malorie was on top and she was on bottom. ‘Santa’s words came back: she has been busy. Putting you here meant someone had to go there. Who had come here? Who had brought about the sight that awaited her in her room?



Malorie was kneeling on the floor, naked save for a bright pink collar around her throat and a very padded bottom. “Merry Christmas Miss FeFe,” she said, barely above a whisper, as she continued to stare at the ground. “Your supper is ready. Would you like to change into a diaper first?”

The End…?