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Invasion of the Diaper Elves: The Maid and the Mistress
🕑 Added 2021-08-19 15:13:11 +0000 UTC“Ma'am?” asked Wendy Freeman meekly. “I have finished in the kitchen. Will that be all for today?”
Her employer, Mindy Swinton, gave her an annoyed glance over her reading glasses. She was sitting in her wing-backed chair beside the fireplace, perusing the collected poems of Robert Frost. She wore a plum-colored bathrobe, having just completed a long, luxurious shower.
In truth, Wendy's shift ought to have ended hours ago. Mindy was simply enjoying having a maid too much to let her go home. She had won a phenomenal settlement in a lawsuit the previous month, and had decided to celebrate her newfound largess by hiring a domestic servant. She had been fairly well-to-do before a drunken heiress had run over her cat and crashed into her fence, but now she was properly rich. She had decided that a woman of her means had no reason to ever fetch her own beverages, much less mop her own floor.
Wendy was very fortunate to have this position, given her spotty resume and large student debts, and unfortunately, Mindy knew this. Thus, any excuse was good enough to tack extra time onto Wendy's shift. She had been ten minutes late in the morning due to a mix-up at the bus station, so Mindy had declared that an extra hour in the evening was only appropriate. Wendy had been ordered to make the kitchen spotless, and when she had completed this task to her own satisfaction, her imperious employer had declared the grout to be dull-colored and dirty, and insisted that her maid continue until she was satisfied.
“Is your task complete this time?” asked Mindy coldly.
“Y...yes, ma'am. I bleached the grout and scrubbed between each tile with a tooth-brush.” said Wendy. It had taken her the better part of two hours.
“What tooth-brush?” asked Mindy, her expression souring even more.
“Er, one of my old ones, ma'am. I keep a couple with my kit for detail work.” said Wendy.
Mindy sneered. “You mean you've been rubbing a dirty old brush that has been in your mouth all over my kitchen? Honestly, Wendy, do you care about your work at all?”
“I sanitized it very thoroughly, ma'am.” said Wendy. She felt anger well up inside her, not for the first time that day, but she knew she couldn't show it. She needed this job, badly.
“Like you “thoroughly” cleaned the kitchen earlier?” asked Mindy sarcastically. It was literally the case, but Wendy forced herself to hang her head in capitulation.
“I am sorry, ma'am.” she said, holding back tears as she said the words.
Mindy sighed dramatically. “I suppose it can't be helped. This what I get for a hiring a failed art student as a maid. Don't worry, you'll soon learn to serve to my standards, if you wish to remain employed, that is. I'll just dock a couple hours pay from your salary and we'll say no more about it.”
Wendy had to bite her cheek to stop herself from screaming. She was sore, sweaty, and her knees hurt from crawling around on the floor. Mindy had already had three hours of unpaid overtime out of her today, and now she was taking “a couple” more. And Wendy rather suspected that Mindy was one of those people who consider three or four to be “a couple”. She had said that she needed this job when she had interviewed for it, but in truth what she needed was money, and her ten hour shift today was shaping up to be worth less than one grocery run to her.
She said none of this. She folded her hands in front of her. “Thank you, ma'am.” she said, in her best measured tone.
“Just refill my glass. Then you can go home.” said Mindy.
Wendy nodded and headed to the kitchen to fetch the bottle of wine, struggling to keep from muttering obscenities all the way.
When she arrived, it took her a moment to process what her eyes were showing her. The window above the large cast-iron sink was open, and three figures were in the kitchen. They were all women, all dressed in strange clothing, and all had very peculiar features. The youngest looked to be about nineteen or twenty, and wore a green kimono with pink flower decorations. Another was in her late twenties, and wore an old-fashioned blue dress with an apron and puffed sleeves. The eldest looked to be in her late thirties, and wore a pink tank top with a picture of unicorn on it in purple, as well as a white disposable diaper with a blue front panel.
Wendy opened her mouth, ready to demand they explain who they were, what they though they were doing, and most importantly, why they had chosen to step on the tile floor she had just spent most of her day cleaning. Then she saw that their bare feet were hovering above the floor. And that their ears came to elegant points. And that their eyes were a shade of vibrant blue that simply never occurs in nature.
The three visitors turned to her, with distant, dreamy smiles on their faces.
“Hello there.” said the one in the kimono.
“What's your name?” asked the one in the unicorn shirt.
“I...I'm W...Wendy. Wendy Freeman. Please, I was just leaving. Whatever you're doing...” she stammered at the clearly supernatural beings.
“Oh, we won't be long.” said the one in the dress in a warm, friendly voice.
“We just need some black licorice, and we'll be on our way, too.” explained the one in the kimono.
“Black licorice?” asked Wendy, even more confused than she had been a moment earlier.
“I know, it must sound funny.” said the woman in the unicorn shirt.
“But it's really important that we get some.” said the one in the kimono.
“Good lord, Wendy! What could possibly be...oh my gawd!” shouted Mindy as she reached the kitchen. She obviously had lost patience waiting for her wine. “Who the hell are you freaks?”
The one in the unicorn shirt gave Mindy a bemused look. “We don't have names, if that's what you want.”
Mindy wasn't quite as quick on the uptake as her maid, but the fact that her three nighttime visitors were hovering in the air did register eventually. Sadly, that fact wandered through her mind, vainly looking for something to connect to. Meanwhile, her natural arrogance saw no reason to limit itself.
“I don't care who you think you are! Get out of my house this instant, or I'll call the police.” she said angrily.
“Oh, you can't do that.” said the one in the kimono. “Sorry.”
“Still kinda waiting on that black licorice question.” said the one with the apron, rubbing her index fingers together nervously.
Mindy turned to Wendy. “What?” she mouthed.
“They say they want black licorice.” said Wendy, shrugging.
Mindy turned back to the three floating apparitions. “Well I don't have any, so get lost already!”
The one in the kimono winced. The one in the apron crossed her arms and shook her head sadly.
“That's...rather unfortunate.” said the one in the unicorn shirt, her smile disappearing.
“W...wait!” said Wendy, suddenly realizing something. “Wait one second!”
Wendy opened a cupboard. She started searching desperately among the tins of crackers and cookies arranged inside. She had carefully organized these cupboards just a few days ago “I think I remember...there it is!”
She pulled out a small bag of jelly beans. It looked like it had been there a while, as it was coated in grimy dust. Seeing no reason to be formal, Wendy simply ripped the plastic drawstring and dumped the contents onto the countertop. She spread the candy out. There, among all the colors, was a single, tiny, black jelly bean.
“There! She said, handing it to one in the unicorn shirt. “Black licorice. Now, please! Just leave us alone.”
The levitating woman looked at the tiny bean appraisingly.
“That's it?” said the one in the kimono. “That's all you have?”
“Doesn't matter.” said the one in the unicorn shirt. “Rules are rules. Thank you, Wendy. We will reward you well for this gift.”
Mindy piped up. “What? That's mine! Why would you reward my maid for giving you my candy?”
The one with the unicorn shirt shot an annoyed glare at Mindy.
“You said you didn't have any!” said the one with the apron.
“Rules are rules!” parroted the one in the kimono.
“I'm afraid my compatriots are correct.” said the one with the unicorn shirt. She was busily slicing the black jelly bean into three portions of equal size. “We can't make an exception. Certainly not for a meager offering like this. I'm afraid you'll have to be punished.”
Mindy blanched. “Punished? What are you talking about?” without waiting for an answer, Mindy rounded on Wendy. “This is your fault! If you had remembered that damn bean a little quicker...whatever else may happen, you are definitely fired!”
Wendy felt on the edge of tears. On one hand, she knew that Mindy was sort of right. These three had no right to just come in through the window and demand anything they wanted, and it was totally unfair that the offering should cover her and not Mindy. As much as she hated Mindy, she had no idea what sort of “punishment” these strange women might decide to dole out.
“Isn't that a little extreme? I mean, the bean does belong to her.” she pleaded with the three beings.
They didn't seem to be listening. Acting as one, they each popped their tiny pieces of licorice-flavored candy into their mouths. For a moment, they were silent, merely shuddering in an ecstasy that that didn't merely border on the sexual, but plowed straight into it.
The one with the apron was the first to recover. “Sorry Wendy, but even you're just skating by on a technicality. If you weren't such a nice lady, we might have just screwed with you a little anyway for making such a tiny offering.”
“We still would've let you stay potty-trained, though.” said the one in the kimono.
Mindy had heard enough. She turned and ran for it, booking her way out of the kitchen and heading for the front door. She had no context with which to process what she had just seen, she just knew that she wanted to get as far away as possible. If she had seen more horror movies, she would not have been surprised to see the one with the apron standing outside when she opened her front door. The floating woman smiled and lifted the hem of her dress as Mindy screamed in terror.
Mindy saw the diaper come into view, and her scream died in her throat. Her fear and confusion melted away in the bluish light of her visitor's disposable underwear. She stared slack-jawed as the woman floated inside. The door closed behind her of its own accord.
“You will not speak unless spoken to. You will walk back into the kitchen and accept your punishment like a good girl.” ordered the hovering woman sternly. The words settled in Mindy's mind like lead weights. She turned around and walked back into the kitchen, the idea of disobeying not even entering her thoughts.
“No more stalling. Wendy, since you have earned a reward, I'll ask you: What should be done with this woman?” asked the one in the unicorn shirt when Mindy and the one with the apron had returned.
Wendy was torn. After the day she had had, she was quite pleased to have the opportunity to decide her cruel employer's fate. Still, she had no notion of what horrors might await Mindy if she didn't intervene. As much as she hated the woman, throwing her to the wolves like this would be wrong.
“Please...just don't hurt her. Can you do that? Is that within the rules?” she asked the older woman in the incongruously juvenile attire. She shook her head, sadly. “She refused to give us an offering, even though she now admits that she had black licorice in her possession. We can't let that go, or everything we are would be forfeit. Someone has to pay. Someone has to wear the diapers.”
Mindy began to sob softly. She stood in the kitchen, unable to even think about fleeing again, wondering what would become of her. Wendy put her hand to the woman's shoulder to comfort her. “is there any way we can share the punishment? Can you be merciful if I take some of it?” she asked.
The one with the unicorn shirt's eyes dropped. Her brilliant blue eyes misted over. She looked at her two compatriots, who also looked sorrowful.
The one in the kimono arched an eyebrow. The one with the apron looked puzzled. Wendy looked back and forth between the elfin faces, and began to suspect that these creatures were having a discussion that she was not privy to. Their smiles returned, as joyful and dreamlike as when they had first arrived.
“You are kind.” said the one with the unicorn shirt.
“Brave.” said the one with the apron.
“Worthy.” said the one in the kimono.
The kimono was open and splayed. The dress was lifted. Three diapers shown with an intense light. The smiles were disturbing in their sheer blissfulness.
The one with the kimono drifted closer to Mindy. She floated up until the front of her diaper was rubbing against the woman's face. The eerie glow filled every nook and cranny of Mindy' mind. She did not flinch or resist at all. She knew that she had to accept her punishment. As the younger woman's diapered crotch pressed into her face, the words she spoke imprinted themselves into her very being. “Wendy is your Mistress, and always will be. She is your everything. She is the only thing that matters in the whole universe. She has saved you today, and you will forever be pathetically grateful to her. You will devote your life, your every thought, and everything you possess to making her happy. Your only joy shall be obeying her and making her comfortable. You are her servant, and that is all you can be or could ever wish to be. You will love her, praise her, worship her, and submit utterly to her. Do you understand, Mindy?”
“...yes” said Mindy. As the one with the kimono drew away from her, her eyes fell on Wendy. Wendy hardly recognized her. In place of her cruel, sneering arrogance, her eyes were now full of devotion and admiration. Her clothes had transformed. She now wore a banana yellow french maid's outfit with lacy white frills and a small apron. Her silly, stereotypical outfit contrasted dramatically with the simple, serviceable, modern maid's outfit that was Wendy's work uniform.
The one with the apron and the one with the unicorn shirt drifted up to Wendy. She shrank back as the two women pressed their padded butts against her face. They rubbed back and forth, filling Wendy with a feeling of pleasure and bliss like nothing she ever experienced.
“Wendy.” said the one with the unicorn shirt in a gentle but stern voice. “You have shown kindness, but the price must be paid. From this day forward, you are going to wear diapers. No potty for you. No more big-girl panties. You will never do your business anywhere but into a nice, thick, fluffy diaper. You will be totally unable to change your diaper yourself. This is the sacrifice that your kindness requires.”
“But...” said the one with the apron, as she vigorously mopped her own back and forth. “You will love your diapers. You will love how they feel. You will love how they smell. You will love the way you look in them. You will love wetting them. You will love messing them. You will love getting changed. You will love being helpless to change yourself. You will love how silly, juvenile, and cute you feel in your diapers. You will be a happy diaper girl.”
The two flying women withdrew, and examined their handiwork. Wendy was blushing fiercely after what she just experienced. Her eyes were wide as she surveyed the damage. Her dignified collared shirt and sensible slacks were gone. She was naked except for a plastic-backed, disposable diaper. Mindy was still staring at her, the look of absolute devotion unchanged by her ridiculous new attire.
The one with the kimono put a finger to her chin thoughtfully. “Not quite.” she said.
Wendy watched in wonder as the diaper around her waist swelled outward. The texture went from glossy to cottony. Large, golden safety pins replaced the plastic tapes. “You're going to be in cloth diapers.” decreed the younger woman. “Disposables are simple and easy, and your servant here doesn't deserve that sort of convenience.” she patted Mindy condescendingly on the head as she spoke. “This bitch deserves to have loads of dirty cloth diapers to clean, one after another. Remember, Wendy, she deserves this. It's her punishment, even though you've chosen to share in it, so don't go easy on her.”
Wendy only nodded. She had no idea how to feel now. She looked down at herself, at her naked body and thick white diapers. Sure enough, she loved them, how they felt, everything. She knew she was a diaper girl from here on out, and the realization made her heart beat faster. A smile broke out on her face. She felt her pussy moisten in her thick, towel-like padding.
“Give your new Mistress a kiss.” ordered the one with the apron. Mindy blushed deeply, but immediately crossed the kitchen to obey the command. Wendy blushed hard as well, but she offered her cheek to her former employer.
“Not that cheek.” said the one with apron. Wendy nodded and offered her other cheek.
“You know which one I mean.” chided the one in the apron.
Wendy looked questioningly at Mindy. Mindy smiled faintly as she got on her knees before her former maid. Sighing, Wendy turned around stuck out her booty for Mindy.
The three magical beings drifted out the window and into the cool night air, as Mindy, the owner of the house, joyously worshiped her new Mistress's padded rear with her lips. Wendy was mortified, but also felt incredibly aroused by her former employer's utter subservience. Mindy, for her part, felt nothing but delight at the opportunity to express her devotion. Wendy involuntarily passed gas, but Mindy didn't mind in the least. The next day, she knew, she would arrange to have all her assets transferred to Wendy's name. This house and everything in it would belong to her perfect Mistress, just as she did. She would cook, clean, wipe her Mistress's butt, lovingly launder her diapers, and serve her Mistress in any and every way she could imagine. But tonight, she was grateful fort the opportunity to kiss Wendy's wonderful, majestic ass over and over.
