Bedtime
Bedtime
By Natasha Lockhart (aka Natasha Softpaw)
Preface
This story contains a relatively small amount of actual sex, but its rather sexually-charged, and has a good bit of fetish content. It revolves around diapers and orgasm denial, so if thats not your thing, you probably wont be interested. Oh, and it has girls in it. Also, on a personal note, this would normally be out of character for Natasha, but this takes place at a later point in her life than the age shes normally depicted.
Both characters are (c) 2003-2010 by Natasha Lockhart. Story is (c) 2010 by Natasha Lockhart. Feel free to save a copy and share with friends, but this story may not be edited, and please don't repost it to any other websites or online locations.
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"Could I please be a big girl tonight?" A short, young wolf in her early 20s stood in a childishly-decorated room, pleadingly looking up at her partner, her tail shyly curled around her waist. She was dressed in a typical skirt and T-shirt outfit, her stylish steel collar the only unusual accessory visible. "Please, I've been a good girl for over a week, I need this."
"You know better than to beg, Natasha, now hold your paws in front of you, and don't make me ask again." The tall, domineering collie stood in front of the wolf girl, her paws on her hips, looking sternly down at her friend-turned-pet. She was nearly a foot taller than her little girl, something both of them enjoyed, and she spoke to Natasha with the matter-of-fact tone typical to most mothers.
Natasha submissively bowed her head, and held her arms in front of her. She knew before even opening her mouth that it was futile to beg Svetlana for leniency - not only was she one of the best dommes Natasha had ever met, but they both enjoyed every minute of this. Unfortunately, she'd never carried this sort of thing for so long, and the constant teasing without release was really starting to rattle her brain. All she could seem to think about was being a good girl for Svetlana, and the reward for doing so.
The collie loved seeing her friend so desperate for pleasure, acting so submissively. She was always fond of BDSM play, so when Natasha shyly confessed her fantasies one evening, she couldn't wait to help bring them to life. They'd been playing together for quite some time, usually on weekends , but this was the first time they'd done such a lengthy collection of scenes. While she was initially uncertain whether she could keep things interesting for a whole week, it turned out to be easier than she anticipated. Mostly because Natasha was just so adorable like this.
Svetlana took Natasha's wrists, one at a time, and slipped her paws into thickly-padded mitts. She then locked each one closed, preventing Natasha from removing them even if she wanted to. For over a week, Natasha had spent a considerable majority of her time in the mitts, only being released for some meals, swimming, baths and showers (but her paws were cuffed behind her back for those), and special outings like the movie they had just returned from. She asked to be rendered completely dependent on Svetlana, after all, and the mitts did the trick perfectly, rendering her incapable of using her paws for anything, or even holding any object heavier than a plushie. Svetlana smiled at her now-helpless pup, and gave her a gentle scritch behind the ears before moving on. She proceeded to strip Natasha of her clothing, slipping off her shirt and skirt, leaving her in just her locked-on collar, bra, and a moderately thick diaper, which had been pretty thoroughly soaked during their dinner and movie date. Not that this was a surprise to the collie, she had spent been checking Natasha's diaper at regular intervals throughout the night, much to the diapered wolf's embarrassment. It was one thing to do that at home, but in public was something else entirely.
"Now hop up here, little pup, we need to get you changed." Natasha climbed onto the padded changing table as best as she could with her paws in thick mitts, a process she imagined looked a lot like a toddler attempting to climb onto a tall bed or sofa. Obediently, she laid on her back and placed her paws on her chest, a position she'd become quite familiar with.
"That's my good girl," Svetlana said with a smile as she fastened a seat belt around Natasha's chest and arms. She discovered quickly that by securing Natasha's arms upward with the belt, combined with her useless paws, an otherwise superfluous restraint did a fantastic job of keeping the girl stuck to the changing table without escape. The diaper was secured with a locking leather belt, to prevent tampering if Natasha somehow found some time alone with her paws unsecured, so with the pup secured to the table, she proceeded to unlock her diaper and clean her up, taking care to wipe every inch of her bikini area. Predictably, Natasha whimpered and lifted her hips toward her domme's paw when it was time to clean her more sensitive bits, but Svetlana discovered it was more of a tease to the pup to completely ignore her during this part, as if she wasn't even aware of where her paw was. Natasha had learned the consequences for begging for sexual release during a diaper change, thanks to some ice cubes and Icy-Hot, but she still futilely hoped Svetlana would do more than just clean her up during such intimate contact.
After making sure the wolf's diaper area was fresh and clean, the collie slid her arm under Natasha's thighs, effortlessly lifting her entire lower torso off the table, and slipped a triple-layered night diaper under the girl. She sprinkled floral-scented powder all over Natasha, then pulled up the diaper between her legs, taking care to press it into the girl's groin, a process that made sure the leg elastic was properly seated, as well as emphasizing the extreme thickness, since the wolf girl's paws and breasts were blocking her view. Natasha blushed and whimpered quietly, somewhat defeated by the realization that the thick diaper meant at least 12 hours without any possibility of the slightest intimate contact - with her paws unusable, diapers that thick were a surprisingly effective chastity device, muffling any sensations from getting through.
When Svetlana finished taping up her diaper, she released the seat belt and helped Natasha down from the table, where she could finish the job by taping the last tape around her tail. She didn't bother with the locking belt; there was no need for it when her pup's paws were secured in mitts. With her girl taped into a diaper so thick her legs couldn't even close, she gave her a close hug and tender kiss on the forehead. "Good girl, Natasha, now stay right there". Not that she had a choice, as a leash attached to the wall was fastened to her collar. Even a simple leash snap became inescapable bondage without the use of her paws. With a quick flick of her paw, she freed the pup from her bra, which prompted a surprised blush as the wolf quickly crossed her padded paws across her chest. Not that Svetlana hadn't seen her nude a hundred times before, but she was still somewhat shy about it. Satisfied at leaving the pup exposed and chained, the collie left to clean up her paws, taking a few extra minutes to let the girl enjoy being chained up. She returned and unhooked the leash, carrying something draped over her arm. "Lift your arms, little pup", she commanded in a gentle tone of voice, and when the pup obeyed, she slipped her favourite My Little Pony nightshirt onto her. It was just long enough to cover even the thickest of diapers, but it also rode up very easily, giving Svetlana some adorable peeks of her girl's padded butt. She then pulled the girl's hair into a loose ponytail, and picked her up to carry her across the room, a manoeuvre that always made Natasha's heart flutter.
Across the room was a beautiful, hand-made crib, the size of an adult bed, painted a childish lavender shade to match the rest of the room's dor. With little visible effort, Svetlana carefully laid Natasha on the bed, and proceeded to tuck her in with a motherly touch. Natasha snuggled into the soft comforter, finding a comfortable spot in the bed, and smiled up at her mommy. Despite her sexual frustration, being tucked into her crib never failed to make her feel secure and loved. Satisfied with the downy cocoon Natasha was wrapped in, Svetlana slid a well-loved otter plushie into the pup's arms, and lovingly stroked the girl's hair. Natasha cuddled the plushie tightly, and looked up at Svetlana with adoring eyes. "Thank you for tucking me in, mommy, I love you", she said in a cutesy voice.
"I love you too, baby girl, sleep tight." The collie felt her heart swell at her pup's words, and she leaned down to give her a tender kiss on the cheek. Natasha gave her a soft kiss in return, and Svetlana pulled out the last piece of bondage, a pacifier. With a gentle touch, she slipped it into the girl's mouth, and raised the gate on the crib, closing it with a simple latch that someone with mitt-restrained paws would be helpless to open. With a last look at the little pup, Svetlana turned out the light and left the room to have a cup of tea.
In the darkness, all by herself, Natasha tried to be content to snuggle her plushie and drift off to sleep, but she couldn't resist the call of her hormones. She had been teased for a solid week now, without release, and even though she knew it was impossible, she had to try. Quietly, she rolled onto her back and slid the covers aside, sliding her paw down to her diaper. Starting slow, she tried to rub herself through the thick padding, but she felt nothing. Faster she rubbed, pushed, and pounded on her crotch, until her arm couldn't take it anymore, but it was no use, no sensations made it through the diaper. She might as well have been rubbing a beach ball, it'd be about as fulfilling. With a frustrated whimper, she sat up and tried again, this time using her forearm, since her paws had as much padding around them as her crotch did. She even tried using the baby bottle of water left for her. Nothing. Not even the slightest teasing tickle. Of course, she wasn't aware that Svetlana had been putting anaesthetic on her sensitive bits at every diaper change.
Desperate for any physical pleasure, Natasha turned her attention to her nipples, which had always been somewhat hyper-sensitive. The rough material covering her mitts did a pretty good job of stimulating them, and she writhed on the bed in pleasure, taking care not to moan or cry out, and to keep her pacifier in her mouth. But, as good as the nipple play felt, it wasn't enough, and her chest started to get raw. She kept going out of frustration and desperation, despite the growing pain in her breasts, but she knew she had lost the battle. Defeated, she rolled over onto her side, but as she reached for her plushie, she accidently knocked her pacifier out of her mouth.
In a panic, she scrambled to get it back into her mouth, hoping it hadn't been too long since she'd been put to bed. The pacifier was a devilish design created by Svetlana, who wanted one that Natasha would be forced to keep in her mouth, but that wasn't enforced by straps or physical restraints. It had a timer in the base that counted how long the pacifier had been used, and reset whenever it was removed from her mouth. Svetlana wouldn't let her out of the crib until it counted off 8 hours, so if she lost it in the middle of the night, she'd have to spend quite a long time in the crib, plus she'd be punished for spitting it out. As a result, Svetlana had effectively completely trained her to sleep with a pacifier.
Since Natasha's eyes hadn't adjusted yet, it took her awhile to find the pacifier, and she was terrified it had fallen out of the crib. Last time that happened, the punishment was an ice diaper. Finally, she found it, and clumsily managed to get it back into her mouth. To make the timer even more torturous, it was impossible for Natasha to see, so she had absolutely no idea how much time had passed, or even what time it was, since there were no clocks visible from the crib. Everything was out of her control, leaving her completely dependent on her mommy. And as she tried to ignore her desperate need to be touched so she could drift into a fitful sleep, she knew she loved every torturous second of it.
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