Owning Olivia

Olivia felt her head spin as Markus grabbed her by her cunt, a mark of his ownership as he pushed her towards the water closet in her new "nursery." That was the only true word for it, given the crib, the changing table, and the diapers...

She gasped and stammered, being driven along like this until she was forced into the small water closet. It was tiny, basically enough space for a toilet and a sink. Markus turned her around with a smack on her ass for good measure before pushing her forward, placing her on her knees on the toilet with her hands up on the flat cistern lid as he took the enema bag and filled it with water from the sink. Olivia's heart thudded in her chest as, from her former life, she knew just the sort of thing that bag was supposed to be for... but it was huge! Easily a gallon of water in a single bag as it expanded to its full size with the water poured in from the sink. Markus hung it up on a hook set into the ceiling and turned to his slave, rubbing her buttocks with one hand while fiddling with the flexible hose with the other. He smiled, more to himself as Olivia stared straight ahead at the blank wall behind the toilet, too afraid to even turn and watch him do this to her.

"Slave. I want you to understand something. I have strict expectations of your daily grooming. I don't want to be spending my days cleaning up your messes, having to bathe you constantly. You're going to be stuck in diapers until I decide you've grown up enough as Olivia to get out of them. That could be a long time..." Markus slides his hand over, gliding across her bare, spanked bottom before a finger found its way to her anus, rubbing a slow circle over the tight, virginal hole. He brought the silicon-tipped hose to it and gently pried her sphincter open with his finger and pushed the nozzle in, making her stiffen and squirm from the penetration, small as it was. "That is why, every morning, you will be taking an enema and expelling in this toilet. It's why I ensured it was functional before deciding you were going to live in here. After all, a slave should be as convenient for her Master as possible, right?"

Olivia flinched as she heard him open the valve and a stream of cold tap water poured into her anus, making her skin break out into goosebumps from the temperature difference. A surprised yelp escaped her lips as she was suddenly spanked again!

"I said, isn't it correct that you should be convenient for me, slave?" Markus reiterated, his hand tightly gripping her reddened ass cheek as water began pouring into her rectum.

"R-right! Yes, Master! A slave should be convenient, she should be super convenient!" Olivia barked out, squirming from the uncomfortable sensation of her bowels being filled from the wrong end. And a glance to the left at the heavy, big bag of water told her she was barely a fifth of the way into it before the cramping began. Her belly swelled slightly from the water seeping in, her grip on the sleek porcelain toilet lid only got tighter, her cheek coming down to rest between her hands as she groaned in pain from the filling as Markus kept her in place with his body and hands, preventing her from slipping away.

"Much better. Each morning, when I come to check on you and before your chores, you will have an enema to look forward to. When you're allowed to expel it may vary, depending on the lessons to be learned that day. For today, I just want you washed out. Additionally, it is important for a slave to be prepared for her master at any time in every circumstance. If I want to fuck your asshole, it shouldn't be a concern. You should be ready for it. Understood?"

Olivia's body froze as he told her why she was being filled with water. Oh... oh no. "W-wait... master, you're... you wouldn't f-fuck... are you going to-?"

Markus lifted his hand and spanked her again, silencing her further questioning and gave a simple reply. "Of course I am. You're my slave. I want you to be perfect in my eyes. Now hush..."

Olivia's master reached around her body, rubbing her swelling belly slowly and sloshing the water around inside her as the enema bag neared half empty. Her pitiful whines were beginning to turn to real cries of pain and discomfort. She could barely keep still, feet kicking on the toilet seat, fingers clenching and unclenching, knees shaking and thighs vibrating.

Worst of all, for her, her pussy was dripping with arousal. She couldn't hide it. Not from here. Being held like this, naked and filling with water, exposed for her master, her owner, knelt on a toilet as he rubbed her belly and funneled more water into her petite body... she could deny it verbally all day but her body was aching for a sort of release.

A little spurt of water escapes around the nozzle and Markus grunts softly. "Hn, only half. Still, not bad for a first time. Good slave." He praises, shutting the flow valve and stopping the water. Olivia squirms as he rubs her belly one last time. It had swollen quite noticeably now, the water hanging heavily in her guts before he grabbed the hose right up against her taint, his other hand hovering close. In a swift movement, he swapped the hose for one of his fingers, plugging her back up before letting the hose go and grabbing her long hair, pulling her head back quite far and a bit painfully. "Hold it, slave. You're going to get up and sit back on the toilet and hold it for as long as you can. Clench. Clench tightly. If you can hold it for a minute, you won't be punished. Begin."

Suddenly, he tugs his finger out and Olivia yelps as her body preemptively tried to obey and clench down, first grabbing his finger and making his removal quite sudden and painful. She shimmies off the toilet as quickly as she dared as it felt like she was about to explode and sat right down onto the toilet, barely remembering her task was to hold it. Markus stood right above her, fully clothed and looming with his height and physical difference. She was naked, filled with water, spanked, humiliated, bare before him. Fully exposed to him. Controlled. Owned.

He stepped out of the small water closet, leaving Olivia to look at herself in the small mirror above the sink as she held the water as tightly as possible, not a drip escaping yet but it was close. It felt like she had a fire hose in her ass, demanding to be released as the weight of the water, her cramping muscles, and anything else in there demanded immediate exit.

But master said a minute... and Olivia had no timepiece.

Markus moves off to resume unpacking items, straightening things in the changing table shelves and drawers, and finally leaves to go and get a last duffel bag from the second floor. Olivia was too distracted to see what he had brought, but could hear him placing items into a drawer in the changing table. She wondered just what they might be. The ripping sound of tape caught her attention and she was beyond curious and just too busy with something else to find out what he was doing.

And then he called her name. Merely asking if she was still holding on.

"Olivia!? Is my little slave still managing her task?"

And she lost it. Sobs overwhelmed her in relief as Olivia's body released the half gallon of water and everything else inside her into the toilet in a shameful, humiliating rush as her enema expelled, leaving her clenching her stomach as the water left her cramping, her toes curling and knees pressing into each other as she shuddered from the new sensations she was feeling; both the overwhelming fullness to emptiness from the enema expulsion and the sheer arousal her body was putting her through as she knew none of this had been her choice and it was all in service to this man who had claimed her life.

She sat there sobbing, leaning on her knees as her body heaved and struggled to right herself. For the first time, she felt like she might have made a mistake taking Markus's offer to become someone new, if this was, as he said, going to be a daily thing.

And then she felt his strong hands around her leg and armpit, lifting her up and hefting her against him. She blushed as she was carried to the changing table by her master silently, set down on the non-absorbent, padded table and laid back. The table was a bit too short for her to fully lay down, so her knees were bent and up with her heels set into a small lip on the edge of the table surface. Her face was covered in tears and she was puffy in the eyes from sobbing, humiliated and in pain over the massive enema she'd been forced to take. She shivered as she felt his hand run down her abdomen, brushing over her right tit, her ribs, and her still-cramping belly. He rubbed her lower torso slowly as he reached for a shelf underneath her and pulled out a packet of wet wipes, making short work of tidying up her bottom and pussy, frequently pulling out fresh wipes as he spoke calmly.

"That's a good slave. You must be feeling awful right now, but you'll grow accustomed to it soon. In time, you'll learn how to do it to yourself so you can be prepared for master even when I'm not here to administer your enema. And one more swipe..." He finishes by taking his bare hand and rubbing it over Olivia's pussy, pausing to run his fingers over her pubic hairs. She kept them somewhat trimmed, or she used to, and the last months of depression had thrown her usual schedule out of order. "You'll get your first diaper on today. Your first proper one as Olivia. But first... this all needs to go." He said, closing his fingers into a pinching grip of her pussy hairs and pulling upwards slowly, making her squirm in place, digging her heels into the little wall around the edge of her changing table, hands not knowing what to do with themselves so she just tucked them under her jaw, covering her chest with her elbows as Markus tugged on her pubic hairs.

Finally, he released her and gave her a little gesture. "Stay here." He paced downstairs, returning shortly with a razor and shaving cream. He laid it on the table and grabbed one of her knees, pulling her legs open quite easily before rubbing the cream into her pubis, coating her crotch hairs and taking care of them with slow, careful strokes of the razor. Olivia took short, shallow breaths as he was so close, so intimate, staring at her pussy, his fingers tugging and handling her labia and mons to permit him to shave her baby-smooth, finally wiping away the residual hairs and cream with a fresh wipe and leaning on the table, inspecting his naked slave one last time with a self-satisfied nod.

"Good. In future, I expect you to manage this yourself. Keep yourself presentable and desirable at all times for your master, otherwise I'll have to punish you. I expect the highest of you, Olivia. Now, hips up." He reached under the changing table and pulled out a diaper, making Olivia suck in a sharp breath but, obediently, lifted her own hips for him as he unfurled the white diaper with pink trim. Cute and almost childish in coloring and design, the diaper was thick and crinkled loudly with each movement. A soft, cushiony interior was contained with a plastic cover and frilled leg guards, ensuring no leaks and over a gallon of absorption.

Not that any of that was on Olivia's mind as she felt him push her waist back down onto the flattened diaper, her bottom squishing into the cottony padding and rustling with each twitch and shift of her body. Markus pulled out the bottle of talcum baby powder, dusting her freshly-shaven pussy heavily, rubbing it into her joints and finishing with a focus on her pussy, coating it in the dry powder. He turns and smirks at her as, with one hand, he reaches up and bats her arm away to fully grip her breast with his hand while the other remained at her pussy, starting to rub and masturbate it with increasing aggression.

"I know you're already enjoying your time, slave... I've seen you explore your cunt, seen you leak. And now you're going to have to learn that your slit, your tits, your ass, your orgasms are mine and you will give them over to me. I never want to find out you came on your own. I would be most disappointed." He lifts his fingers out of her labia and claps his fingers back down in a flat strike, spanking her pussy and making her flinch and jump up in her seat. "Do I make myself clear, slave?"

Olivia nods, whimpering meekly as she can barely formulate words, her cheeks burning redder than her bottom after the spanking and Markus finally pulls his hand away from her pussy and grabs the front flap of the diaper, folding it up and over her groin and taping it sequentially. Of the four tapes, he starts with the top two, tapes the bottom two snugly and then re-tapes the top two to finish snugging the diaper around her hips firmly.

Finally secured and diapered, Markus steps back and allows Olivia room to get off the table. He gestures for her to do so and points to the table. "Tidy it up, put everything away. Clean up the enema equipment and find a nice spot for it. Then, you will come downstairs and cook lunch while I rearrange and secure your belongings, make your former room mine and prepare to discard of anything that would connect you to your old life. You're leaving it behind, remember? No attachments."

Olivia had already begun putting the talcum powder and wipes away when she heard he was throwing out her old life. That probably meant photos and stuff... right? She had already offered access to her bank accounts, the same ones he seemed to have used to furnish her nursery. She swallowed and, before she could answer, her ass stung. She knew no wasn't an option.

Turning around, she forces a smile and nods. "Of course, Master. I am Olivia now, so I have no problems with that. If you need me to do anything, you can let me know!"

Markus rewards her with a tiny smirk as he reaches up, pinching her cheek and letting his eyes cast down over her bare breasts and snug, puffy, crinkling diaper. "Good slave. Now go on. Get some food put together and afterwards we'll start your first lesson for sexual service. Since I assume you're quite inexperienced in that field... you'll have a lot to learn. Go on." He thumps her diapered bottom, drawing attention to its humiliating presence even though it didn't hurt in the slightest from the thick padding he spanked her through.

Olivia bites her lip as she stumbles a few steps forward and transfers it into a forward walk, finding that the thickness of the diaper made her sort of waddle as she was unfamiliar with its girth and weight... this was going to take some getting used to. But... as she walked by her old bedroom, where she used to languish in bed until she wet herself out of sheer inability to go to the bathroom... Olivia felt somehow alive. The crinkle of the diaper reminded her with every step that it was there. And the complete lack of anything else made her body focus on the sensation.

She found that she couldn't wait for the next thing he had in mind, if wearing a diaper for him felt this good...