Owning Olivia

Olivia made her way down the stairs from her bedroom, passing by the few bags left over from Markus moving in as she heard the sounds of drawers opening and closing, knowing he was likely going through all her personal belongings as she walked right by, crinkling the whole way. It was humiliating in a delicious sort of way for her. Each step reminding her that she was now "dressed" according to someone else's requirements, denied access to her own things, and given tasks like a common house maid.

She couldn't even understand why it did so much to her body, leaving her tingling with anticipation. All she could do was obey.

The diapered girl made her way into the kitchen and set to work. It had been tidied up, by her, recently so it wasn't that hard to find what she needed. The refrigerator was a bit sparse but she had enough to make something. Master requested, ordered, her to make lunch, that's what she was going to do. Getting materials to make sandwiches she began frying some deli meats in a pan, melting cheese on the meat as she cut some tomatoes and lettuce. She found herself disappointed in the quality of each; they were a bit soggy, still edible but on their way out. She just didn't have time to worry about that as she heard Markus finishing up upstairs and his footsteps coming downstairs. He stalked to the kitchen counter and leaned on it, watching his slave finish cooking. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. Olivia's cheeks were flushed red from the embarrassment of someone else seeing her in a diaper like this. Sure, she'd been wearing them fairly frequently during her depressive episodes, stuck in bed, but they had been medical diapers for adult incontinence and nobody had known.

Now she was completely nude, freshly-shaven by her master, and dressed in just this oversized, humiliating pad as she cooked for him. She only felt growing shame and arousal as her lower lips slowly leaked into her diaper.

Finally finished, she brings the two finished sandwiches to the kitchen table and set them down, smiling at her Master while waiting for him to inspect the meal. He didn't seem impressed.

Markus slowly stood from the counter and walked over, looking at her before taking the sandwich intended for him and picking it up, looking it over slowly and humming quietly. "Not bad. Short notice, I'm sure you weren't prepared. But that's rarely a proper excuse for a slave." He says casually, setting it back down before picking up her plate and looking her sandwich over. "And I'm sure your readings on the internet suggest I'm about to deprive you of food as punishment. What kind of fool starves their slave to make a point." He shakes his head slowly before pulling a chair out from the dinner table and sits down, finally placing her plate on the floor between his feet.

"However, you eat down there. On your hands and knees, slave." He orders as he spreads his knees enough to give her room to get down on the floor beneath the table.

Olivia blushes as she realizes the humiliation offered here. Despite a tiny whisper in her head begging her to disobey and make a fuss, she drops to her knees and crawls right under the table, bowing and nodding submissively as she rested on her elbows and knees, picking up her sandwich and taking a bite. She was starving after all. "T-thank you for the meal, master..." she says through her mouthful, which just earns a disapproving grunt from Markus.

This time, he does punish her, reaching down to grab her hair between his knees and pulling her head up, making her look at him as she squeaks around the bite of sandwich. "And just why does a slave think she gets to begin eating before her master?" He asks, showing off the unbitten sandwich in his hand. "Put it down, crawl upstairs, go into the drawer of the wardrobe in your nursery, and bring me a dildo. Now."

He waits for her to put the sandwich down before tugging her head away from the plate and out from under the table, sending her to crawl away in shame. And, possibly unbeknownst to him, arousal. Olivia's heart was pounding and her cheeks bright red as she crawled away, feeling the humiliation of being denied the privilege of walking as she crawled like an infant. She was appropriately dressed, after all. And as she got to the "toy drawer" the embarrassment only grew.

Away from Markus for a moment and alone to inspect these toys properly, Olivia took the time to get a proper look. They came in all shapes, and at the moment she was most interested in the dildos. Markus had bought quite a variety for her. The first one to get her attention was a trio of human-shaped rubber cocks, of varying size and diverse color. One purple, one black, and one fair-skinned colored. The last was the largest, and she wondered if Markus had modelled it after himself. She shook her head. It was nearly 10 inches long and girthy. There was no way.

Besides those, he also got her two very realistic-looking canine and equine dildos. The canine one had a realistic taper, knot, and a few veins to give it texture with a realistic red coloration. The equine cock had a marbled color, flared head, and medial ring with many veins up its length. It was also the size of her entire forearm and the flare made the head as big as her fist! Notably, on the three biggest cocks; the human one sharing a skin tone with Markus, the canine, and the equine cock, each had a tube running out of the base and a small hole at the tip; a cum tube. The canine one had two tubes, one for the knot at the base which seemed to be inflatable, letting it get "locked" inside a hole...

Olivia reached in with trembling hands to pick out the smallest human cock, the purple one. She knew that her significant inexperience with sex, her list of boyfriends being only 3 men long and her sexual encounters still in the single digits, would cause her to struggle with any of the four bigger dildos. To say nothing of the odd cock-shaped tube, which is really all she could call it. She set the purple one aside and gave that one a quick look. It looked like a dildo, was soft and rubbery like one, but had a wide orifice running through its entire length. Curiously, it had a firm plastic rod the same diameter as the hole tucked inside it, as long as the dildo itself. Strange.

Then the diaper slave remembered her master was waiting for her and she hurriedly grabbed the purple cock, shut the drawer, and ran down the sets of stairs as fast as her uncomfortable gait would allow. In time, she'd learn how to widen her feet a bit more to have an easier time walking, her thighs would get a bit stronger and compress the padding a bit better. She'd get used to walking while thickly padded.

But as she stopped in front of her master and saw that admonishing look on his face, she remembered she had been ordered to crawl. Her enthusiasm for the embarrassment evaporated as she sank back down to her knees, blushing as she held up the toy. "H-here it is... Master." She said quietly, hoping he would let her off the hook.

He would not.

Markus turned his chair around, revealing he was finished with the sandwich and the fact that he wasn't already critiquing it suggested he was pleased with it. But his expression gave away he was in authority mode, ready to discipline her. "Thank you, slave. However, I don't recall giving you permission to walk. In fact, I recall ordering you to crawl. Do you remember that?" He asked her. His tone was definitely leading her to admit that she did. If she agreed, then she admitted to knowingly disobeying him. If she denied it, she was easily shown to be a liar...

"Y-yes, Master... I recall being told to crawl. I was too exc-" Olivia started, just to bite her tongue as Markus snatched the purple rubber cock from her hands.

"Use third person for now, slave. I don't want to hear you refer to yourself any other way. Explain it to me. Why did you think you were allowed to walk down stairs?" He said, sitting back and turning the toy over in his hands, feet spread wide and, to Olivia's eyes, a bulge starting to form in his work slacks.

"U-uhm... I-...your slave thought... she... would be able to get back to yo-... her master faster... if she walked, Master." She said, trying, and failing, to find a good reason for her breaking his rule. It was clear she hadn't convinced him.

"Strange. I don't recall telling my slave to hurry. Come here." He ordered, pointing to the spot between his knees. Olivia obediently shuffled over, resting on her knees before he spoke again. "Up on your toes and knees, rest on your haunches, straighten your back, and fold your hands neatly behind your back, thumbs hooked into your diaper." He ordered, giving her directions on how to sit and present herself. The posture would, naturally, cause her to spread her knees slightly and expose her diaper fully, cause her to press her chest out and show off her bare B-cups, and leave her vulnerable as she tucked her thumbs into her snug diaper, keeping her from immediately defending herself.

Markus leaned forward and grabbed under her jaw with one hand, the other holding the dildo by the base, the balls in his hand and wielding it like an ink stamp as he brushed it over her lips, making her wince and squirm away from the semi-realistic member. "I don't want you to ever get the idea in your head you get to choose when you eat, how you move. You obey your master. You serve a purpose... a new one, Olivia's purpose. And until you're ready to move on in life, you'll obey to the letter." He tips the dildo up more, turning her head up and aiming the cock along the line of her throat as he starts to push it into her lips, pulling back for a moment and giving her a simple order. "Open your mouth."

Olivia saw the look in his eye. It wasn't anger, it was more like... confidence. She could see that he wasn't interested in cruelty, but rather wanted to build her up, like he promised he would. Slowly, she closed her eyes and tilted her head back a bit more naturally in his grip, opening her mouth obediently.

Just to feel a sudden splat of wetness on her lip and tongue as Markus spat into her mouth. Before she could even react, her eyes just shooting open as she went to protest, that purple dildo rammed into her mouth, jamming past and flattening her tongue before diving into her throat, immediately activating a gag reflex. She jerked forward, her hands slipping out from behind her back to grab his knees as her chest heaved, trying to force the intruder out of her mouth just for her to lock eyes with Markus. That calm, dominating, authoritative look on his face as he just said one thing, "Bear it."

Her eyes widen more as he pulls the dildo back slowly, right to her teeth, and gives her a moment to suck in a breath through her nose before he plunges the toy back in, much slower this time, and Olivia does her best to accept the toy. She fought against her own urge to gag but failed repeatedly. She was, at least, grateful that she wasn't just throwing up immediately. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped off her chin or stained Markus's hand gripping her jaw as he repeatedly pumped the dildo into her throat, forcing it all the way to the rubber balls before pulling it out each time, some 5 inches of 1 inch girth going in and out, in and out. Slowly, she managed to pull her hands away from his knees and folded them behind her back again, trying to please him as he violated her throat and made her suffer for it, continuing to fuck her throat with the toy even after her eyes were puffy red, chest heaving, near-vomiting events counted in double digits, and her legs aching from how uncomfortably she was sitting.

And, worst for Olivia, how drenched her cunt was from being used to relentlessly and crudely. It wasn't even his cock, it was just a toy. She wasn't even worth a real penis. And then he shoved the toy in deep and clapped his hand over her mouth and nose, plugging both and keeping her breathless as he stared into her eyes, watching her start to struggle as she realized she couldn't breathe. The toy filled her mouth and denied her air. Her face grew red and desperate grunts and moans radiated from her throat as her eyes started to fade, a gray fog closing in on her vision as she suffocated on this stupid rubber cock.

Finally, Markus pulled the toy free, several strands of saliva and mucus connecting the tip of the toy to her mouth as Olivia gasped and coughed violently, her chest heaving as she leaned forward, resting her head on the side of his knee and panting desperately, coughing and spitting up saliva on the floor, her knees, and his pant leg, barely cognizant of anything as she tried to recover her breath.

"I... I al-almost... di-died!" She sputtered, just to feel her master's palm slap across her face and catch her chin, pinching it tight as his other hand dropped the dildo, bouncing off her thigh as his hand struck down, spanking her right breast and catching the tit, pinching and tugging it sharply to punish her as he glared at her.

"I said you were to use referential words only, yes? A dumb cunt of a slave doesn't get the privilege of 'I' when she can't follow the simplest of instructions. Do you, slave?" He said, not screaming, not yelling at her. Just cold, calculated, authoritative words in that rich, basal tone of his.

Olivia sucked air through clenched teeth as he abused her tit, twisting and tugging it seemingly endlessly until her flesh finally slipped from his finger and snapped back into place. And fuck she was dripping wet from the abuse. Olivia couldn't see it from her position, but little pink hearts had begun to appear just beneath her pussy on her diaper; wetness indicators. A little humiliating visual indication that something had soaked through the thick padding and an alert to others that a change might be needed. Might be.

Markus had other plans and knew that the gallon capacity on her pad wasn't going to be met any time soon. Or maybe it would be...

Finally releasing her jaw, Markus let her sniffle and sob a bit as she blubbered some feeble apologies. But he wasn't too interested and just spoke over her.

"Shut your mouth, slave Olivia. It seems I'm being too kind to you. You must only respond to physical lessons and vivid imagery. The spanking worked a treat, fixed your behavior right away. I'm disappointed that your oral practice was ruined by you forgetting the rules. But if my slave insists on being useless, I'll find uses for you." He stands up, forcing her to topple back as his hips all but bump into her nose. He gives her padded crotch a moderate kick before stepping on her pussy, crinkles emanating as he ground his shoe into her, rubbing her with her own wetness. "Sit yourself back up, slave. Hold the front of your diaper open. Do it now." He releases his foot and, to Olivia's surprise and perhaps shock, starts unbuckling his slacks.

The slave girl makes short work of the given task, more out of fear than anything else as her sore throat refused most replies, and sat up on her knees, spread them wide, and inserted her fingers into the front hem of her diaper, having to pull rather hard to get the snugly-fitted pad to open up at all but the elastic around the frilled top gave her some wiggle room, leaving about two inches of openness for Master to peer down at her grooling pussy, filling her diaper with a gooey mark of her arousal.

Only for her to look up and see his cock pointed right back at her, half-erect, and Markus holding it with one hand while the other reached out for her hair, grabbing it up like a handle. She was astounded and a bit concerned. That flesh-toned cock upstairs... probably was modeled off of his dick. When he spoke, it was the first time she heard him directly verbally humiliate her.

"Since my stupid slave can't even remember simple tasks, then we'll start you off as my urinal instead!"

Before Olivia could respond, a stream of warm, golden, acrid piss fired out from his member, the first moments of the stream marking her face intentionally before spraying over her tits, letting her know just how lowly he thought of her right now. Finally, his aim lowered and with his direction of "keep that diaper open, you stupid slut!" She felt him create a little golden waterfall from her belly to her groin, soaking her pad fully with his hot pee.

And Olivia, panting and red in the cheeks, felt herself get overstimulated as her diaper swelled and grew heavy around her hips. And just as Markus's bladder ran dry, Olivia let out a soft, prolonged whine as hers followed suit. Her body had grown fairly accustomed to soaking her diapers in bed. And now, a soft hiss could be heard she added her urine to his, thoroughly soaking her diaper as the absorbent pad leeched and spread the warmth all throughout it, yellowing the white and pink diaper in shameful fashion.

Once she was finally finished, Olivia sank down further, her feet splaying out behind her as her squishy bottom landed on the kitchen dining area's tiled floor. Markus released her hair, smirking at his piss-soaked slave, dripping with his punishment. For about three seconds before he caught her behind the neck and drove her face down, stopping her a nose-length from the floor, staring at and inhaling the smell of the puddle of pee that missed the "toilet."

"Lap it up, slave. Tidy the house, like a good slave maid does. And then you may finally eat. If you've still got the stomach for it afterwards!" Markus said, taunting her with a sound, squishy spanking; a wet thump of her urine-soaked diaper, finishing his words by pressing her cheek into the puddle, bringing the humiliation and degradation to its peak.

And Olivia, powerless beneath him, came.

Unexpected to both, for sure, Olivia's entire body shuddered violently but mostly her legs shook and her feet curled as she moaned into her master's piss puddle, adding a healthy dose of her squirt to her already soaked diaper. She, with de-focused eyes and gasping mouth, turned slightly to look up at her master, towering over her crumpled mass of quivering shame.

"Good girl." Markus said, giving her genuine praise. "An appropriate response to your master using you." His hand then dragged her open mouth a few inches along the puddle before she squirmed. "Now finish your task... and we'll see about a diaper change for my slutty little urinal after all..."