Owning Olivia

Olivia sat obediently beside her master as he tip-tapped away on his laptop. After her humiliation of being his toilet she was finally allowed to enjoy her meal, the flavor of which was ruined slightly by the taste of his urine on her tongue. Master Markus had made her lap up every single drop of his piss that he'd, at least to her, intentionally missed to make her work harder and drive home the idea that obedience was her new character trait. The whole time he'd taunted and teased her, nudged her diaper, reminded her that she'd cum just from the humiliation of being used like a urinal. Tears had streaked down her cheeks the entire time, weak sobs denying her the ability to speak but she couldn't help but feel devoted to the task. Despite the discomfort of it... there was a perverse simplicity in just doing as she was told. It was uncomplicated and quite relieving to merely obey. It wasn't a punishment or a consequence to be cleaning the floor with her tongue. It was a task. Simple as that. At least, that's what she'd had to rationalize to be able to complete said task.

After her dinner, Markus had said he needed to do some paperwork and documentation for his job and would work to "evaluate" her things too. Olivia had willingly signed over any bank accounts and property ownership as a sign of submission. She assumed Markus was checking into that, moving money where it needed to go, confirming his ownership of her house and car, her everything. Not that he told her any of that was happening. Olivia had been forced to kneel on the carpet beside the couch and keep her hands folded behind her back, sitting up on her heels with her squishy, cooling, piss-soaked diaper acting as her only padding and clothing.

"Stay still. Eyes forward. Good posture is important, slave. Especially important for a slow-learner like you..."

It was all Markus would say from time to time as she sat there in her humiliation, little words of training and reinforcement. She strained and squirmed a bit, her otherwise nude body feeling quite unpleasant as her master's urine dried on her skin and her muscles felt tired from crawling around. Even the spanking from before burned in her mind, although the physical pain had stopped a while ago.

Finally, and quite suddenly, Markus snapped his laptop shut and stood. His movement startled Olivia who nearly tumbled over. She looked up at her master for a mere moment before shooting her eyes to the floor in front of him. She hears a light chuckle as he sets his laptop on the coffee table and walks over to her. "Good girl. You learn quickly, at least when a punishment is fresh in your mind. But you'll soon solidify your lessons and not make mistakes in the first place. But it's... eight o'clock, it's bed time. And that means your routines." He said as he placed his hand onto her head, lightly gripping her hair and starting to walk even as she sat on her tingling, asleep legs. "Come, slave."

Olivia whined quietly as he pulled her hair, forcing her to drop to her hands and knees and crawl after him in an awkward manner as blood rushed back into her legs. She limped at first but by the time they made it to her nursery on the third floor attic, she was at least able to climb the stairs. He'd all but dragged her up the first flight and she had bumped and bruised her knees on some of the steps from his relentless, if slow, pace.

Markus brought her into her bedroom and she realized once again that all this was real. Everywhere she looked were trappings of a depraved mind. Sex toys, sex furniture, a changing table and a baby crib. Nothing about this was normal but worst of all... she wasn't here alone. It wasn't even really her choice to be here or not!

Her master dragged her straight to the small bathroom attached here and made her stand, turning her to face herself in the mirror.

"Face the mirror. Look at yourself, slave Olivia." He said before going on to fiddle with some things in the nursery. She couldn't tell what, she was too afraid to even peek. And... too enraptured by herself in the mirror.

Olivia reached out and touched her reflection. It almost looked like a different person, who she saw there, and found herself shuddering as it reached back for her. She felt a shiver up her spine that was quickly scared away by a man's voice. Her man's voice.

"Olivia. Here!"

Olivia startled as she trotted out of the bathroom in naught but her soaked diaper, the cold piss weighing her down and serving just to humiliate her further with each squishy crinkle as Markus stood in a much more professional and not-ruined set of slacks and shirt, sharply defining their dynamic; he was a man, she was his slave. He pointed at the floor in front of him. A wordless order to kneel. He wasn't much for words, at least when he was speaking to her. She did as his finger indicated and got down, shivering as her arousal was beginning to build from his cruel treatment of her.

Or... is he strict? Does he just care too much to about me to make it easy? She ponders as she kneels in front of him, feeling the squish of her soaked pad against her heels.

"Every night, before bed, you will have a series of maintenance tasks or punishments to receive before you get to sleep. They might shift in severity, depending on your performance that day, but they will always happen. This should not alarm you. I want you to remember, Olivia, you are becoming someone new, and you will let me mold you. I only want you to be perfect. But that means pure obedience. No complaints." He leans down, cupping her chin and forcing her to look at him. "It means respect. It means you do not disobey. Is that understood?"

Olivia shivers as his voice tightens. He spoke with such authority. She can only open her mouth and answer with a shaking, "Yes, Master."

"Very good. There are three things to achieve every night with your maintenance that will remind you of your place, each one intended to remind you of the structure and rules here. One thing is pain, one is performance, and one is preparation." He reaches down to gather up her hair, pulling it like a leash as he guides her to the changing table and forces her to stand and place her hands on the edge before walking her legs back, making her stand with her back flat, ass out, and hands tightly gripping the table to keep from falling to the floor with her breasts hanging beneath her chest, so utterly exposed.

It was only now as she held herself up by her hands did she spot one of those long black cases Markus had brought with him beside the changing table. It was cylindrical like a painting holder with its cap already removed. It was empty.

"We'll start each night with pain. Pain is an important reminder of your place here, Olivia. It's a blessing. Even if it doesn't feel like it in the moment."

Olivia pondered that for a moment before she suddenly felt Markus's hand harshly yank her diaper, her only protection, down and expose her bare bottom. And before she even had time to shiver from the wash of air over her damp skin, a sharp sound cut through the air and snapped against her skin.

"EEEK!" Olivia screeched, her left leg kicking up as Markus showed what he had brought in that case. A thin wooden cane which he was now holding firmly against her buttocks, a stinging red line underneath the rod from where he had struck her.

A second strike snaps against her skin and sends her skittering forward, her diaper restricting her legs into a pathetic waddle as her body tries to get away from the sharp strikes of the wooden cane, her hands clenching the table and her groin pressing to the edge of it as she screams in pain.

"Bring your ass back here, Olivia. You're not done, and I'm not chasing you." Markus says calmly from behind her.

Olivia looks back at him, tears in her eyes from the stinging pain radiating out of her ass. "B-but... it hurts-"

Markus nods slowly, reaching forward to brush her hair with a hand and making her flinch from an expectation of a swat that never came. "It should. Weren't you listening? Olivia... this is to break down that need for control. To remind you that submission is good and correct for you. To help you place your trust in me, understand?"

No... I don't understand... it hurts! Olivia thinks as she bites her lip, but nonetheless starts to lean gently into his soft brushing hand until it pulls away. She immediately missed its comfort.

"I know you can take it... put your ass back out for me. Five more."

Olivia's eyes widened. FIVE! One was enough! She thinks, almost blurting it out even, but looks at him again, at his calm face, his broad shoulders, that intense look. He still looked... safe. Relaxed. Calming. Protective. She winced as she started to walk her feet back and bend herself forward. She blushed as she gave him one more look. "C-can... can you warn me for each strike... m-master?"

Markus seems to ponder the request for a moment as Olivia hesitates to fully put her bottom back out for him. But he relents after a moment. "Very well. I'll count them out. If you break posture, we restart. Understood?"

Olivia's nod prompts him to get back into position, lining the cane up with her bare twice-marked ass cheeks as she settles down properly; face down, hands above her head, ass out, legs straight.

"One."

Olivia squeaks as the cane strikes her rear, making her tense up and straighten her legs a bit more and raising her ass as the pain sends shivers up her spine.

"Two."

The sting of the cane causes her knees to press together, but she doesn't move. Not yet.

"Three and four."

Markus says, striking her twice in quick succession. That makes her scream. He watches her left leg kick up, body quivering, but she holds her posture. Shamefully, a thin droplet makes its way from her pussy and down her bare thigh before soaking into the waistband of her displaced diaper pinning her legs together.

"Last one. Hold yourself steady, slave, or we'll begin all over again." He encourages before bringing the cane down again.

A croaked cry of pain escapes Olivia's throat as the cane adds to the marks on her bottom and she lets out a prolonged sob as tears drip to the hardwood floor at the foot of the changing table. A hand gliding over her marked ass made her groan in pain and start to raise herself up.

"Good job, slave. You took those better than expected. You've got the makings of a pain slave all over you..." Markus says calmly as he sets the cane against the changing table and reaches down to finally rip the tapes of Olivia's diaper open, letting it fall to the floor with a wet thwack. He gently pulls her away and starts to reposition Olivia, putting her a few paces away from the large padded table and her discarded pad before making her face him. Somehow, being naked was less humiliating than being in that wet diaper even as he made her keep her arms at her side, exposing her generous bust and bare, clean-shaven pussy. "You'll learn to appreciate the simplicity of maintenance soon. Might even feel lacking without it. But now, performance. The second activity in your bed time routine."

Olivia sniffles and tries to wipe away her tears, trying to stay composed as she stood completely nude while Markus speaks. She doesn't know what to expect and just kept a careful eye on him while fighting the urge to rub her ass to soothe it. It... it hurts like hell... that cane stings but... he's not... well... mean... he just hits really hard. She thinks to himself as he patrols calmly.

"What I mean by performance is... I want you to show off something you did today. Something you learned. Demonstrate something for me to reinforce it in your mind. It can be simple, something fun like a new skill or talent you've learned as Olivia. It can be just recounting something meaningful like a lesson learned or what thoughts you had about a punishment and show you truly took the lesson to heart. You can even just twirl about and show off, play with a toy, masturbate, beg to let you perform sexual favors, anything. But you will perform something for me to show me that your new life is setting in properly. Do you understand?"

Olivia pauses as she hears his explanation and particularly his list of options. That... every night? I guess... if you learn something new every day... or I can perform for him? That's... a little weird. Her thoughts dart through her brain but she finally nods politely. "Y-yes, master. I-..." she pauses, choking up her words as she purses her lips and bows her head, shifting herself down to her knees and resting both palms on the floor in a hurry in a completely submissive gesture. "Your slave learned... the importance of obedience today, master. She learned... not to speak in the first person... and that your word is law, that you can and will punish her... however you see fit. Even if she does not like it." She says with a growing quiver in her voice, recalling his treatment of her that afternoon and the soreness still lingering in her throat and knees from being deep-throated by a toy and made to kneel for hours at his feet.

Markus waits until she finished her demonstration, letting her linger on the floor for a little longer than might be necessary, long enough for her to start sweating as she feared she hadn't done enough and ached in her awkward bowing posture. Finally he clears his throat and steps forward. "Good. I'm glad you're working on your speech patterns and submissive postures. We'll practice those thoroughly, slave. Until they're natural. And then from there... we can decide who and what you're going to become." He says as he walks by her and to the changing table. "Lastly, preparation. Simply put, these are the routines to prepare for sleeping and waking up tomorrow. This means things like arranging toys or cleaning products for the morning. You will also wipe down any odd messes lingering in your nursery, your wash closet, or your toys. I will do the same for anything I deem necessary on your body and get you dressed for the night. You are, after all, my responsibility." Markus holds a level stare at Olivia as she remains on the floor, kneeling and submissive but looking at him for instruction. He continues, "Dressing you may include putting in toys I want you to wear overnight, bondage clothes, or it could be trussing you up in ropes or bindings for the night. Simply, it's everything else before you're finally permitted to sleep." Markus gives the changing table a little pat as he leans against it, blocking it from her. "If you want to sleep in your bed tonight, you'll do a quick tidy of your wash closet and prepare the enema bags for the morning. Arrange them to be filled properly. Your wake up call is eight AM and I expect you to be ready to go by then."

Olivia feels like her head is swimming with the amount of information dumped on her. Preparation seems like the most complicated one! She thinks to herself as she quickly peeks around her room, starting to sit up as Markus's instructions come to an end. "M-master? How... does... your slave know what time it is? There's... not a clock in here." She asks quietly. There wasn't even a window in here... so she had no clue as to what time it could possibly be.

Markus's grin in reply was not encouraging. "I will come and get you at eight AM... it is your responsibility to be awake, washed out, and waiting for me or I will wake, wash out, and punish you. You need to learn discipline and preparedness. Use tonight as opportunity to prepare as much as you can so when you wake up it is easier to perform your morning routines." He pauses for a moment before adding one more thing. "You are, however, exempt from morning expectations if you are tied up or chained down to your bed, of course. I'd hardly expect you to be able to complete such tasks in that condition. I expect the best of you, but you're not a miracle worker. Just do your best, Olivia." He points at the tiny wash closet, "Off you go. Hurry."

Olivia doesn't ask for further clarification, she doesn't ask to get dressed or for help, hearing master say 'hurry' was enough to get the learning submissive into motion. She scrambles to her tired feet and trots into the bathroom. A few stains and smears here and there got a quick wipe with a cleaning rag from under the sink and she made a point of taking the two big enema bags he'd used on her earlier that day and hanging them up from hooks on the wall, ready to be used and filled. She cleaned off the related tools and finally hurried out of the tiny room with the toilet and sink in usable condition. Markus seemed pleased, given that he wasn't harassing her. He merely pats the changing table as an invitation to get up onto it.

Olivia does so, blushing as this brings her so close to him still in the nude. She lays back and lets her legs naturally spread as her heels rest against the raised lip of the foot board of the adult-scale changing table and interlocks her fingers above her chest, keeping her breasts from moving around as he takes a package of cleansing wet wipes and starts to work her over. She lets out a soft whimper as he rubs them in and around her crotch to clean up the lingering scents of urine.

He's... so gentle when he wants to be... she thinks even as her ass stings from the seven cane strikes he used on her.

He did not need long to wipe her down and picks out a thick white diaper, the thickest Olivia had seen on offer so far, and unfurls it before grabbing Olivia's hips and lifting them up, proving he could quite easily man-handle her when he needed. He didn't even seem to notice he did it as he keeps talking casually while Olivia's bottom sinks into the extra-cushy padding of the overnight diaper as Markus applies a thin dusting of anti-rash powder. "You did... acceptably well today, Olivia. A good start to our relationship. Even if you can be a bit slow to learn and understand. You'll discover that immediate obedience feels good and once you start learning that your tasks are meant to teach and train you, and I mean learn that, then you'll blossom into something absolutely radiant. Until then-" He grabs the flap of the diaper and pulls it closed over her hips, taping it up securely. "-I'll have to punish you regularly and you'll have to learn your lessons the hard way. Into bed."

Olivia blushes at the sensation of having someone else put her in a diaper. It was still a totally foreign sensation even for someone like who she had been. She shifts her body and swings her legs over the edge of the table and hops down, landing with some uneasiness as this new diaper had padding thick and wide enough to deny her the ability to close her legs! She waddles slightly uncomfortably to her crib-bed and lays down, blushing as each step was announced with a loud crinkle.

Markus comes along with her and lifts the side gate of the crib-bed once she was down, reaching into a drawer beneath the bed to grab a pillow and set it inside the unlocked gated crib. Olivia took it thankfully and felt small in here. The vertical bars around her were a good three feet tall and towered over her prone figure.

It... feels like a real crib... like I'm just his... his baby. That... well, is an adult that he spanks and canes and forces to suck his... Olivia's eyes cast through the gate at Markus's groin. She blushes at the thought.

"That's all for tonight, slave. We'll resume your training in the morning. And we'll see what you think is an appropriate condition to greet master in then. Good night."

Olivia looks up as his tone softens quite noticeably. He seemed... genuinely caring in this moment, thoughtful and tender. It made her want this version of him all the time. Maybe she could earn that...

"Good... night, master." She whispers quietly as she rolls onto her side to watch him depart and hears a soft click as he locks her door behind him, leaving her in near-absolute darkness with only a small nightlight in the wash closet to illuminate the light switch.

Quietly, Olivia's hand drifted down her bare stomach. It was warm enough in here, especially with all the excitement of her bedtime routine, that she didn't need or want any blankets and covers. But as her hand touched her thick padding, she blushed to herself as her hand began to explore it, staying on the outside as Markus had taped it snugly around her hips.

It's so thick... could probably pour gallons in it and it wouldn't leak... where did he even find these? She thinks to herself as her hand rubs over the rounded seat and crotch of her padding. She couldn't even feel the sensation of her hand on her groin through all the padding. And that only served to make her flush a bit redder. I can't... even touch myself without him taking that away... mmnf...

Olivia tossed and turned in her crib for a little while, stewing in the thoughts of being denied basic access to herself, before eventually drifting off to sleep with a genuine anticipation for tomorrow for the first time in months.