Aoi Yamada smiled as she walked through the hotel lobby. She was a pretty woman, about average height and a little thin. Her black hair was cut in a bob style and she had wide, dark brown eyes. She was dressed in a white, one-piece dress, and wore white hose with a pair of white sandals.

She stopped in the middle of the lobby, sanding on the polished, black and red tiles of the floor. She looked up at the glass ceiling high above her. Sunlight, made into rainbows by the prisms above splashed across her. It was quite wonderful.

Her mind was drawn away from the spectacle above by a feeling that something was not quite right.

It took her a moment to realise the splashing sound was not coming from a nearby fountain but from between her legs. She looked down at the small puddles of urine that were forming as she wet herself. Strangely she did not feel very concerned. In fact she pulled the hem of her dress up so she could get a better view of what was happening. The people around her did not seem to notice.

The white silk and lace panties she wore were stained yellow between her legs, and the white hose was marked with bright yellow streaks and grew as the urine soaked along her legs. As the flow of urine ceased she knelt down in the warm piss and then leaned forward to put her weight on her hands. Then on her hands and knees she began to push and grunt, feeling that she might as well get it all over with.

The seat of her panties began to tent out and a slight, brown stain appeared. The bulge grew larger and larger and the stain became more prominent. The confining action of the hose caused the mess to begin spreading out. It was quite a sight.

With a final grunt Aoi forced the last of it out. She got slowly to her feet, and let the dress fall down, having to give it a slight tug when it became obstructed by the bulge in the rear of her panties.

She looked something of a mess as she continued her way across the lobby.

She was welcomed to the hotel as she approached the front desk.

“I would like a room for the night,” she told the clerk at the desk.

“Of course,” he said, and quickly had her sign in. “Would you like someone to help you clean up?” he asked as he called a bellboy over.

“Yes,” Aoi said, the mess in her panties beginning to grow cold and uncomfortable.

“I’ll have a maid waiting for you.”

Aoi nodded and turned and followed after the bellboy. He took her up in the elevator, seemingly unconcerned about the smell, and then led her to her room. Waiting there, as promised, was a maid.

Once the bellboy had left the maid helped her off with the dress, which had also become stained. Aoi stood in the room, dressed only in her bra soiled panties and hose.

“Would you like something more absorbent to wear rather than big girl panties?” the maid asked.

That was when Aoi woke up.

She stared at the ceiling of her bedroom for a few minutes, considering the dream. She may have lain there longer but the pressure of a full bladder made her get up and walk to her washroom. She was dressed in a long t-shirt. Both it and the futon were quite dry.

After relieving her bladder she showered and then got dressed; slacks, a short-sleeved blouse, casual attire really. Not long afterwards she was out of her air-conditioned apartment and into the already stifling hot day of the type that Kyoto enjoyed in August. Over her shoulder was a large, nylon, camera case.

The city was coming to life around her as she made her way down its streets. People going to work, people going shopping, just lots of people. Usually there would be a lot of students as well, but their summer break had started a few days ago, so there was not that many.

Aoi let herself get caught up in the crowd and moved with the flow towards the train station. She bought a ticket, and then climbed up the stairs to the platform. She stood there for a few minutes among the other people, until the train she wanted pulled to a stop. She got on, was fortunate enough to find a seat, and then waited for the train to get her to where she was going.

It took almost thirty minutes, taking her out of Kyoto and into one of the small, mountain villages. By then the train was nearly empty, most of the people having got off at the outskirts of the city. She left the train and passed through the small station on her way to a small coffee shop directly opposite. There she had a breakfast of coffee and some toast.

She waited in the coffee shop for almost an hour before the man she was waiting for came in. He was tall, with short, slicked back hair, and he wore a black suit with a white shirt that was open two buttons down from the collar.

“Sorry I’m a little late,” he told her, smiling as he put his hand on his head.

“It’s alright,” Aoi said as she got to her feet, picking up her camera case. “Are you ready to go?”

The man’s name was Kenta Ohashi, and for the moment he was Aoi’s client. “The car is out front,” he told her.

She nodded and let him lead her to the subcompact parked in front of the train station. He opened the hatchback so she could put her camera case in and then circled around to unlock the passenger door. By the time Aoi had closed the hatch and was getting into the car Kenta had already started the engine,

Neither talked as Kenta drove them higher into the mountains, up a single lane, poorly maintained road. Aoi looked out at the thick forests around them. Kenta had obviously wanted some privacy. She was a little surprised at that, seeing as he could have easily had the photo shoot in the city had he wanted to. Aoi supposed that he did it to make the models happy.

They reached their destination only about forty minutes behind schedule. It was an old mansion that had once been a hotel and was now simply a forgotten building. Well, not totally forgotten. The owners maintained it and rented it out as a retreat. While Kenta rushed inside Aoi got her bag out of the car and then followed after him.

This was her third and last day of the shoot. She would be glad once it was done. While not having anything against pornography personally, she did not enjoy shooting it. She was an urban photographer, enjoying pictures of building and people in regular clothing.

The inside of the building was well lit and belied the more weatherworn look outside. Inside the door, just past the entry well, where she took off and left her shoes, was a wide, open foyer, lit by four skylights. Her socked feet slipped slightly on the polished, hardwood floor and she quickly put on a pair of slippers.

Asami Ero came out of the hallway that led further into the mansion. She was a handsome, middle-aged woman dressed in an elegant suit. She wore her gently permed hair to her shoulders. She was in charge of the shoot; everyone there was in fact working for her.

“Aoi, I apologise for Kenta being so late,” she said.

“It’s alright Miss Ero,” Aoi told her.

“Well, come along. We have to get this first shoot set up,” she told her, and then turned, heading back in the building. Aoi followed her down a corridor and then up a set of stairs, into a room with large windows that were letting in the sun. Aoi noted, professionally, that the lighting was near perfect, and would only get better in the next few hours.

The room itself was large enough for the six people currently in it, though several pieces of furniture were pushed to the side to make some room. It was a western style bedroom, with a large canopied bed.

Along with Aoi and Asami there was a general helper, a makeup artist, and the two models. One of the women was Japanese and the other an Irish woman with red hair—Aoi had had opportunity to see that the woman’s hair colour was natural. She had talked to Kenta about the shoot the night before, as well as the day’s other shoots, and knew that she was dealing with a light S&M, B&D kind of scenario.

She and the general helper set up the camera and a mirror to reflect the light where it was needed while Asami and the makeup artist worked with the models, both of whom were still wearing robes.

Kenta came in a few minutes later. “Sorry everyone,” he said. “I know it is my fault that we are starting late, but let’s see if we can make up some time. Everyone ready?”

With assents all around they began to work.

It was a fairly standard lesbian deal, Aoi thought as she took the pictures. The Japanese model was the dominant one, because some people liked that. Aoi had shot a few where the roles had been reversed. She did not really care herself.

There was a bit of forced undressing, and then a spanking, well, simulated. The makeup artist put blush on the pale skin of the foreign woman's buttocks to make it look good.

It ended with the Japanese model putting on a strap on and sodomizing her partner, again, simulated. The redhead knelt on the bed while the other model, the black straps of the harness for the strap on pulled tight around her, made thrusting motions. The redhead was the better actor, Aoi thought as she snapped a rapid series of pictures. She had the perfect combination of pain and pleasure on her face that the people who viewed such work wanted to see.

Aoi could feel a slight warmth building up between her legs, as well as a slick feeling. She was a little turned on by such things herself, but not so much that it had a negative effect on her work.

They finally finished, twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Kenta was very good at getting the most out of the people he directed, models and photographers. While the models went to clean up and prepare for other shoots, Aoi packed up her gear.

In another room she shot another fantasy. A model, a petit woman, dressed in a sailor suit uniform performed a seemingly innocent striptease, followed by a masturbation session. It nicely put together, but Aoi did not like it much, and did not feel any excitement when photographing it. It was in bad taste as far as she was concerned, but the simple fact was that the schoolgirl was something of a sex symbol in Japan.

It made her wonder just what people had been thinking about her while she was in school and wore a uniform not so much different from the one that the model wore.

Once finished they took a break for lunch.

There was another photographer working on the set and he and Aoi talked shop as they ate the meal that had been prepared fresh in the kitchen. Asami certainly knew how to treat her people, Aoi thought.

After lunch, in a brightly decorated room, with toys scattered about, she shot the diaper scenario. She strongly suspected that yesterday’s planning for these photos was the cause of her dream.

Simple enough, the small model from earlier, and the red headed model, both dressed in pleated skirts and blazers, it was a little silly she had to admit, started it off. Mean foreigner discovered that classmate wears diapers and of course teases her. To the rescue, the dominant model, who quickly puts the redhead in her place. And soon there were two girls in diapers.

Aoi shot the pictures as Kenta directed them between shots, as costumers and makeup artists did their work. After about and hour they were finished.

The last scene of the day was an orgy of sorts, and that was surprisingly easy to get finished.

As everything was taken down and packed up in preparation of leaving, Aoi made her way, quietly, to the room where the costumes were kept. The door was open, so she did not close it completely, worried that the sound of it clicking shut might attract someone’s attention.

She moved quietly across the floor and then shifted a box full of leather clothing out of the way so she could access what she had come from. The costumes from the diaper shoot.

Carefully picking up a pink diaper cover, marked with a Sailor Moon appliqué, she found her breathing getting rapid and shallow. It was strangely exciting in a way that surprised her and scared her. She put the cover aside and reached for the open bag of adult, disposable diapers. She took one of the diapers, opened her camera bag, and put it inside.

“There is no reason to steal those you know,” someone said from behind her.

Aoi, heart in her mouth, spun about, knocking over a box of silk lingerie. “I…I…I,” she stuttered incoherently.

Standing in the doorway was Asami. She was smiling slightly. “You can have those. It’s not like anyone needs to keep them.” She walked until she stood beside Aoi. “Consider it a small bonus.” She picked up the bag and then began to transfer the diapers from it into the camera case.

“Looks like they all won’t fit,” Asami finally said, holding up the bag and the remaining diapers in it.

Aoi had said nothing through the whole process. She had just stood there, unable to speak or move. She felt terrified and ineffectual.

Asami looked at her speculatively for a few seconds. She took one more diaper from the bag and then put the bag aside. “Well, we’ll send you off with as many as possible.” She put the diaper aside for a moment and then reached for the buttons of Aoi’s slacks.

“What, what are you doing?” Aoi finally said, making half-hearted attempts to stop her.

“Keep still,” Asami said in a clipped tone that was probably not ignored too often.

Aoi stopped trying to stop her. She suddenly felt like a child, caught doing something silly. She could feel her face grow hot, but was afraid to put up any sort of struggle, afraid that someone might hear.

Asami finished unbuttoning the pants, and then, in a quick motion, pulled the pants and panties underneath down to Aoi’s knees. She stood and looked critically at Aoi for a moment. Aoi felt the flush spread across her body and desperately wanted to put her hands over her crotch, but was afraid that Asami would tell her to stop, and that she would obey it.

“You might make a nice model,” she said after a few seconds. “Perhaps you should think of moving out from behind the camera, but no mind.” She reached for the diaper. “A bit hard to put this on while you are standing, but there is not a lot of room in here for you to lie down. Spread your legs a little.”

“Please,” Aoi said softly.

“Let’s hurry child,” Asami said. “I expect someone will be here soon to start carting this stuff off.”

Aoi suddenly felt light headed, as if she would faint. She was well and truly stuck, she realised. She spread her thighs apart as much as possible, the clothing around her knees hobbled her slightly, so that Asami could put the diaper between her legs and then fasten it. She fussed with it a little bit; making sure it was on properly before she taped it shut.

“And there we go,” the woman said brightly as she reached down and pulled Aoi’s cotton panties, up, over the diaper, stretching them so much that some of the stitching tore. She then pulled the slacks, which were fortunately loose enough to fit over the diaper, back up and buttoned them closed. “One more you can take home.” She reached around and patted Aoi’s bottom.

“Thank you,” Aoi found herself saying.

“Let’s go,” Asami took Aoi’s arm and led her out of the room and down the hall towards the entry foyer. There she called out to Kenta, “I’m leaving now and I am going to give Miss Yamada a ride home.”

“Great,” Kenta, distracted by the need to get everything packed up and everyone out of there.

Asami did not let go of Aoi’s arm, she led her to a black BMW parked on the far side of the building and sat her down in the passenger seat. She put the camera bag into the back seat and then locked the door before closing it.

Aoi was a bit too flustered by all that had happened. She had not been in a situation to protest, not if she did not want anyone taking a close look at her and perhaps noticing the extra padding about her bottom. And, seated in the bucket seat, she was quite aware of all that extra padding, like a thin pillow underneath her, and then there was the way she could not completely close her legs unless she forced them.

Asami got into the car and shut her door. “Put on your seatbelt child,” she said as she started up the car.

Woodenly she did as she was told, the seatbelt clicking closed. Her cheeks felt hot and she found herself staring down at her lap, unwilling to risk the chance of meeting Asami’s gaze. She felt the car start to move, and then turn onto the road. Soon they were heading down at a clip that felt too fast. When Asami took the turn Aoi was tossed back and forth in her seat.

“So tell me what you wanted the diaper for,” Asami said.

Aoi did not answer.

“I do not think you can be a serious infantalist, such people have their own diapers. I might simply attribute it to curiosity, but you acquiesced without a fight when I diapered you. You have worn them before I think, and not just when you were a baby. Tell me about it.” Now her tone was commanding.

Aoi, unable to stop herself said, “My sister had to wear diapers during the day until she was six, and continued needing them at night until she was almost nine.”

Some people might have jumped to a conclusion at that point, or said something, but Asami was quiet, waiting for Aoi to fill up the silence.

“I guess I teased her a little about it, but only a little, and I thought she was so cute, like a doll. I was always happy to take care of her, and I always did my best to never embarrass her. I thought she did not mind, but I was wrong about that. Very wrong I guess.

“When I was sixteen and she was ten my parents went away for a few weeks. She drugged me, somehow, and when I woke up I was dressed in her school uniform and was wearing a very wet diaper. She had taken pictures of me and told me that if I did not do what she said she would show them to everyone.

“It was stupid for me to agree to that, I should have let her do as she said. It would have been much better than what happened.”

For a few minutes after that Aoi said nothing. There were some tears on her cheeks. Finally she started again. “She was mad at me for the way I had treated her, telling me that it was her turn. I wish I had known she was not happy. I really wish I had know.” The tears continued to flow down her cheeks. “She told me that I would do as she said, and that I would be treated the same way I had treated her. I was so frightened that people would see those pictures that I would do anything. I was such a fool!” she said angrily.

“She did exactly as she said, treating me in the same way she had been treated. I know she was not happy, but she had been a child at the time. I was sixteen. It was horrible to have her treat me like a small child,” Aoi sobbed.

“And then she told me that I had to go to school in diapers; that I was to tell the nurse that I had a bladder infection and had to wear them. It seemed so much less embarrassing than if those pictures were to get out. I did what she said.”

Aoi shook her head at the memory. “She made me wet my bed and then hung the futon out to dry. She made me wet my panties and then told me that I was not ready to go without diapers yet. It was the same thing that had happened to her.

“When my parents came back she told them that I had started to wet the bed and during the day and that I had been wearing diapers because of it. I was still so stupidly afraid of those pictures that I did not contradict her.

“Of course they took me to doctors, but they could not find anything wrong with me and just suggested I continue to use the diapers as long as I needed them. I did not need them, but I had to pretend I did.

“As I was in diapers again, it just sort of came about that they treated my younger sisters as she were the older one. There was some kind of feeling that since I was in diapers I must be a little slow. It didn’t matter that I was not,” she said bitterly, “they just treated me that way and my younger sister was soon in charge of me.

“And in time everyone found out, and they all began to treat me like I was some kind of backwards child. If I did badly on a test they would tell me that it was all right, and if I did good on one, as I usually did, they would treat it as if it were a miracle. The damn diapers had come to define me!

“It was so much worse than what would have happened if I had let her show those pictures around, but by the time I realised that, it was too late. I actually needed the diapers at night, and sometimes during the day. My sister had trained me very well,” she said bitterly.

“I had to leave eventually. I went to college and I never went back, afraid of what my sister might make me do.”

Aoi’s story finished as suddenly as it began. She sat there, still staring down at her hands.

Asami said nothing.

The rest of the drive passed in silence.

Later the car pulled up in front of Aoi’s apartment building. Aoi got out, taking her camera case from the car, and then closed the door. A moment later the BMW sped away.

Once Aoi was in her apartment she stumbled into the bathroom, stripped down, and tore the diaper from around her. She then took it, and the diapers in her camera bag, and put them all into a garbage bag, wrapped in old newspaper to hide them She threw away the panties, which had been stretched out and the waist band elastic broken and then put on a new pair.

She dropped down onto on the cushions near the table and simply stared at the black television screen for a time.

What had she been thinking? Why had she gone to steal one of the diapers? It was simply foolish and stupid.

She remembered when she had left home to go to university, how shamed she had been to be wearing diapers. Aoi suspected that her parents had been considering whether she should go to university or not, not at all sure whether she could take care of herself. And she remembered her sister’s secret smile when she said she would be glad when Aoi came home.

She had eaten almost nothing but instant ramen for the first three months, spending her money instead on more mature clothing. That had been her first step in retaking her adulthood.

It had taken her almost four months to potty train herself so she no longer had to wear diapers in the day. The bed-wetting had taken a lot longer to beat. After six months of trying she had stopped wearing diapers to bed, thinking that the wet futon would be incentive to try harder. She remembered all the times she had been reduced to tears when morning brought with it a wet bed.

By the end of the year, however, she was finally dry all the time. She had been so proud.

When she had returned home after a year of being away, and choosing a time when she knew her sister would be away, she had happily told her parents that she was cured. They had been glad for her, but they had never quite gone back to treating her as a mature person. Her mother often asked her if she had to go to the bathroom and told her not to drink anything before bedtime.

It made the victory a little less joyful.

And she also knew, were her sister to tell her so, in person, that she would be back in diapers almost instantly, and it would probably only be a few weeks until she needed them again.

All those things had stopped her from going home, had made her, over time, cut off all her contact with her family. It was a high price to pay, she thought, but she had to do it, if she were to stay an adult.

And for some reason she had decided to steal a diaper and when Asami had caught her she had let herself be diapered. It was ridiculous. She did not know why she allowed it.

Well, maybe she did know why she allowed it. There was something in her mind that made her acquiesce to anyone who was going to diaper her. And, not that she wanted to admit it to herself, there was a small, she hoped it was small, part of her that took a certain amount of pleasure in it. Somewhere in the humiliation she felt, there was a small flame of excitement.

There, she had finally admitted it to herself. Now she could deal with it.

Feeling better, she got up and went to get her camera gear. She wanted to clean and maintain everything before she put it away. As she did the work she decided that she was through with doing pornography work.

It was a few days later. Asami was in a small suburb east of Tokyo. She drove along a winding road, climbing into the forested hills, passing the houses of the well off and downright rich. Finally she pulled her car to a stop in front of a set of stairs.

She got out of the car, took off her jacket and driving gloves, closed the car door, and then started up the stairs. For the first two hundred steps they climbed straight up the hill, then, for the next three hundred steps, the steps zigzagged up a sheer face. They were old, and carved from stone, but well maintained. In many places they had been patched with concrete, blended into an almost perfect match with the stone.

She stepped off the top step; feeling a little winded, and took a moment to catch her breath. Once she was feeling better she walked along the brick path, passing under the canopies of camphor trees, moving through sun-dappled shadow. Suddenly she stepped out from under the trees, finding herself faced with a large mansion.

Asami had been there before, so she simply walked to the front door, nodding to the gardener on the way, and entered the house. She took off her shoes and then called out, apologizing for the intrusion. Almost immediately a maid was there—she was dressed in a simple kimono. The maid led her through the house, into a walled garden behind the house where the master of the house was.

Ritsuko Honda was a very wealthy woman: her family had been high ranking Samurai who had made the transition to merchant quite successfully in the nineteenth century. She looked up from what she was working on—a katana, Ritsuko had learned how to forge the weapons and it was something of a hobby for her—and smiled at Asami. She was a middle-aged woman, quite beautiful, well groomed, and dressed in a blue kimono with black hakama.

“Asami,” she said as she put the sword aside, “I’m so glad to see you.”

“Thank you miss Honda,” Asami answered respectfully. It was hard to be anything but respectful with Ritsuko, and something in the woman’s presence never allowed her to feel completely relaxed.

“Bring us tea,” Ritsuko ordered the maid. “Please sit,” she said to Asami, indicating the low table.

Asami took a seat as directed, kneeling on the cushion.

“You are looking well,” Ritsuko said.

“Thank you.” She did not bother returning the compliment. The idea that Ritsuko could not look well seemed foreign. Stating that she was would be like saying the sky was blue.

“Did you see the flower garden out front?” Ritsuko asked.

“Yes, but not very well,” Asami admitted, somehow feeling that she was at fault for not paying more attention.

“It was designed by a foreign gentleman from France,” she told her. “I am quite pleased with it. It will make a nice change for the year.”

“It looked very pretty,” Asami offered.

Ritsuko smiled, as if she found Asami’s comment to be cute, but not worth serious consideration. Asami almost winced.

The maid returned with a tea set. She served them and then faded into the background.

“Remember what we were talking about the last time I visited?” Asami asked.

“Of course. So, have you found a model who will serve my needs?”

“No, but I did find someone. She is actually a photographer.”

“Really? Is she pretty?”

“Very. I was planning on offering her a job as a model, but then realised that she would have more value to you.”

“I see. Are you certain.”

Asami nodded. “She allowed herself to be made dependent on diapers by her younger sister,” she said, unconcerned with the maid. If Ritsuko had any doubts about the discretion of the maid she would have sent the woman away.

“Interesting,” Ritsuko commented, and then took a drink of her tea.

“I discovered her trying to sneak away one of the diapers after the shoot,” she smiled, “she was so embarrassed, and quite compliant when I diapered her.”

Ritsuko nodded. “Do you think she enjoys it?”

“I could not read her mind, of course,” Asami said, “but I think it is possible. Why else would she try to take one of the diapers? It is possible she may have even wanted to get caught.”

“Well, I suppose that I will find out. Give me all the details.”

And that was what Asami did.

Aoi gathered up her things, quickly running through a mental checklist of what she needed.

The job had come suddenly. A two-week shoot at a mansion not far from Tokyo. It was going to pay well, though was a little odd. The mansion’s owner was, so it had been explained to Aoi, entered in an international interior and exterior home design competition. It was obviously very important because Aoi had been required to sign a non-disclosure agreement and agree to stay on the grounds for the entire two weeks.

She had read through the contracts, not seeing anything that concerned her, then signed them and sent the back.

Satisfied that she had everything she locked up her apartment and set off.

The room was welcomingly cool after the long climb up the stairs. Aoi knelt on a cushion, drinking ice tea from a glass beaded with moisture, and waited for her employer and host.

She had been there a few minutes when Ritsuko Honda entered the room.

Aoi felt a little ill at ease as soon as she saw the woman. She was tall, and well dressed in a Channel suit. She was also perfectly composed while Aoi was still sticky from the climb. She got to her feet as soon as Ritsuko entered. “Miss Honda?”

Ritsuko smiled. “I am pleased to meet you Aoi,” she said, using Aoi’s first name in a very familiar fashion.

“Thank you,” Aoi responded, put off balance by the woman.

“Please, sit.”

Aoi did so, as did Ritsuko. A maid was there as well, and she refilled Aoi’s glass as well as pouring a glass for Ritsuko. Then she left.

“I’ve looked over your work and I am very impressed with it,” Ritsuko began without preamble. “That is why I have commissioned you to undertake this work.”

“Thank you. I will do my best.”

“I’m certain that you will. As I wrote in my letters I will want mostly pictures taken of the exterior of the house, with some interior shots to provide a counterbalance. I’m certain that you can work it out. You have a very good sense of style.”

Aoi said nothing, rather pleased by the compliment.

“I would like to make some suggestions, of course, but I will defer to your judgement on these things. Before we begin, I’d like to make certain that you understand the contract I sent you.”

“I read it thoroughly,” Aoi reassured her.

“You understand that I want you to remain here for the next two weeks then?”

“Yes.”

“And that you are to take part in the protection of the various antiquities within the mansion and on the grounds?”

“Yes.”

Aoi had read that with interest. There were a number of irreplaceable items of great cultural significance in the mansion. Many had been turned over to the care of museums over the years, but many remained in the house. Anyone who was to work there, even only temporarily, had to agree that protecting the items would be of top priority.

She had seen many beautiful things in the house and understood the request and was quite willing to comply.

“Of course accidents may happen, but I feel it is important everyone be aware so they will be more careful,” Ritsuko told her.

“I understand,” Aoi reassured her.

“Very well. I’ll let Mai show you about the house and grounds then.”

Mai was the maid, and the first place she showed Aoi was to her room so she could drop off her things. Then she took her through the mansion and out onto the grounds.

It was a large estate, being on a mountain allowed it to have depth as well as length and width. Paths led down into shallow valleys where gardens had been constructed near waterfalls, and up onto raises that were clear of trees and allowed one to look down at the estate.

Simply stated, it was beautiful. Aoi had brought a digital camera and was taking pictures so she could later set things up. Mai pointed out various places of interest; ones that Ritsuko wanted to be certain would be included. Aoi took notes in her notebook, jotting down concerns about the light and shadow as well as the time of day she thought would be best.

By the time they returned the mansion Aoi felt pleasantly exhausted. After cleaning up she took a long bath, and then got dressed for dinner.

It was a wonderful meal, and Ritsuko was an excellent host. They spoke at length over the shoot, and Ritsuko had several pages of notes on what she thought might be interesting. Aoi listened and then, very politely, made suggestions on how to improve some things and outright turned others down.

The night ended late and Aoi made her way back to her room. She barely had the energy to undress before collapsing onto the futon. She rolled herself up in the blankets and promptly fell asleep.

Aoi woke up to the brightening light in her room. The outside doors faced the raising sun and the bright light fell upon her face, waking her. She blinked in the bright light and breathed in the fresh, cool air. For a few seconds everything seemed perfect. Than things that were not quite right began to make themselves known to her.

She shifted about on the futon, feeling a warm, damp feeling about her bottom. Disbelievingly, she lifted the covers and the scent of urine seemed to flow out from under the covers to hit her in the face. In the light of the day she could see the yellow stain that was proof of what had happened.

Aoi felt sick, and felt like crying, and felt as if her sister were about to burst into the room, leading her parents and her friends and everyone she knew behind her to point out what had happened. The thought made her whimper in fear.

Instead of her sister barging into the room she heard a knock on the door.

“Miss Yamada,” Mai called, “are you up?”

Aoi panicked. She was going to have to hide everything, and wash it, and keep it all from coming out. He was gathering up the sheets in a frantic state when she realised that it was all pointless. This was not her house where she could hide things. She did not even know where the washing machine was. She sighed and got to her feet, reaching for a robe nearby. She put it on and then went to the door and slid it open.

“Good morning Miss Yamada,” Mai said pleasantly.

“I’ve had an accident,” Aoi said, deciding there was no point in putting it off.

“Are you all right?” Mai asked with some concern.

Aoi realised that the woman had misinterpreted things. There was nothing to do for it but to come out and admit it like an adult (not that it was the sort of thing and adult should have to admit). “I’ve wet my bed,” she said, trying to maintain what dignity she could.

“You what?” Mai asked in disbelief.

“I’ve,” she looked down at the floor, “wet my bed,” she finished off. So much for dignity.

“I see,” Mai said. “Well, we better get this taken care of. You go and clean up, I’ll take care of the bedding.”

“Yes, thank you,” Aoi said, and then left her room, walking down the hall to the bathroom.

After she had finished washing up Aoi returned to find her room put in order, the window up to let in a warm breeze that chased away the smell of urine that had been in the room before. She had left her wet panties and the slightly wet t-shirt she had slept in in the laundry basket in the bathroom. From her semi unpacked luggage she quickly got dressed, a pair of jeans and a loose, summer blouse.

Just as she finished she heard a tap on the sliding door and Mai called out, “Miss Yamada, may I come in?”

“Yes,” Aoi said.

Mai opened the door. “Miss Honda wishes you to eat breakfast with her.”

“Please, take me,” Aoi said, wondering if Ritsuko knew what had happened.

Mai gave no indication as she led Aoi through the hallways of the mansion. Aoi would have asked, but for the fact the last thing she wanted to talk about was her wetting of the bed.

They followed the twisty corridors of the house to a set of sliding doors that Mai pushed open so that Aoi might enter. Beyond them was a room open to the outside where Ritsuko sat in front of a table. Beyond the room, hanging on the drying pole, was a urine stained futon.

Aoi wanted to turn and run, but when Ritsuko fixed her gaze on Aoi all she could do was enter the room and kneel down in front of the table.

Ritsuko picked up a cup of tea and took a drink. She placed it down on the table with a sharp ‘click’ and then said, “You should have told me that you wet the bed.”

Aoi stumbled over her words as she tried to explain things. “I don’t, I mean, well, once, but not anymore, and well, it was an accident. I did not know it was going to happen,” she finished off lamely.

“You’ll excuse me Aoi if I find your story somewhat suspect. Are you telling me that you just spontaneously wet your bed? Will you spontaneously wet yourself right now? Or even soil yourself?”

Aoi swallowed and fought the urge to spontaneously burst into tears. She suddenly felt like she was sixteen again and having to listen to her sister tell her parents that she, Aoi, had started wetting the bed, and her parents demanding to know why. “I’m sorry. I know it sounds strange, but it is the truth.”

Ritsuko did not say anything for a long time, and Aoi simply stared down at her hands in her laps, feeling her cheeks burning in shame.

“I suppose that something like this might happen,” Ritsuko finally said, though her tone sounded doubtful. “I do hope you realise that you have put me in a very unfortunate situation.”

Aoi nodded, though she was not entirely sure how she had done that.

“In other situations I might simply dismiss you, or have you spend your nights in a hotel. I do not really care for someone, at least who is older than five,” she said ‘five’ with a particular emphasis that made Aoi cringe, “that can’t even control their bladder.

“And while the futon you slept on was of no real importance,” she continued, “it was very expensive, and I certainly cannot let anyone else but you use if from this point on.”

“I am very sorry. I will of course pay for it,” Aoi said in a small voice.

“That is not the point,” Ritsuko said dismissively. “The point is that you have to stay here for the next two weeks. I can’t let you leave. I also don’t want you wetting your bed, or perhaps having other accidents about the house, or…”

“That won’t happen!” Aoi said loudly, looking up from her lap. “I’m sure it will never happen again!”

“I don’t appreciate being interrupted,” Ritsuko said in a tone of voice that made it feel as if the temperature in the room had dropped several degrees.

“I’m sorry,” Aoi squeaked.

“I cannot have you in this house, with all the irreplaceable artefacts in it, and be worried about your control. I can only see two possibilities, neither of them I particularly care for. You will either spend the next two weeks in a tent, outside, and only take pictures of the grounds and exterior of the house, in which case I’ll have to hire another photographer of the inside, and will dock you pay accordingly, or you will wear a protective undergarment so I need not worry about it.”

Aoi knew that ‘protective undergarment’ was simply another way, a slightly less embarrassing way, of saying diaper. She almost agreed to the tent idea, but gave herself a moment to think about it. Certainly, someone, the new photographer at least, would ask why she was camped out in a tent and not allowed in the house. The explanation would be quite shaming.

And then there was the money. She suspected that she would find her fee cut in half, if not even more. She had turned down several jobs to take this one, and could not really afford to loose more than half her fee.

Furthermore, Ritsuko was not her sister. There was no cruel intention in her suggestion that Aoi wear a diaper. She was simply picking an effective way to deal with a problem, and Aoi had to admit it was effective.

“I guess that the protective undergarment might be the best choice,” Aoi said in a small voice.

“I don’t recall giving you a choice in the matter,” Ritsuko said in a frigid tone.

Aoi was shocked. After agreeing to wear the diapers, which was a huge concession on her part, she might not even get the choice.

Ritsuko sighed. “Personally I’d rather have you out of the house, but you are a good photographer.” She sighed again. “I’ll allow you to wear the protective garments,” Aoi felt crushed, she was being allowed to wear them, as if it were some kind of privilege, “but, one mess anywhere else but in those garments and you’ll be in the tent.”

“Yes Miss Honda. I understand.”

Ritsuko nodded, suddenly looking tired. “Go out now. Have Mai bring your camera equipment to you; I don’t want you back in the house until you are properly protected. I’ll have someone get the things.”

Aoi was about to ask if Ritsuko meant she was to wear diaper anytime she was in the house, as opposed to just when she went to bed, but the look on her face, the look that said she wanted to know why Aoi was still there, made the words catch in her throat. “Yes Miss Honda,” she said instead, and then left the house as she had been told.

Here she was, exiled from the house, for fear she might pee on the floor, like a puppy. She wanted to cry more so than ever before. She took a few deep breaths and decided that she had better get to work. It would help take her mind off things.

So she did. She got hold of her cameras and spent several hours, tramping around the grounds, taking roll after roll of pictures. She forgot to be hungry, since she had not had breakfast, and she forgot to be thirsty, and she forgot about that morning. At least for a time.

“Miss Yamada,” she heard someone call from behind her.

Aoi finished taking the picture of a bridge over an ornamental koi pond, then turned towards the speaker. It was Mai. She stood there, looking nervous. “I’ve purchased the items,” she said softly.

It all came back at that moment, hitting her in a way almost comparable to a physical blow. She felt her knees grow weak and almost fell. “Oh,” she replied.

“If you want to come with me, I’ll…” and she stopped, her face went red, and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I want to speak with Miss Honda,” Aoi said, forcing her knees straight and strengthening her resolve.

Mai nodded. “We’ll have to hurry. She will be leaving soon. Please, follow me.”

She led Aoi back to the house at a fast walk. As it was they just caught up to Ritsuko as she was walking along the path that led towards the stairs. She was dressed in a suit, with her hair nearly styled. Aoi was suddenly aware that she was wearing casual clothing, stained from her wanderings, and her hair was a mess. It was unfortunately too late to do anything about it.

“Miss Honda,” Aoi called out as she approached.

Ritsuko turned and actually smiled at Aoi. “Aoi, I’m glad you came. I wanted to tell you that the tone I took this morning was a little harsher than you deserved. I was just somewhat surprised and a little disappointed that you had not told me of your problem.”

“But I don’t have a problem Miss Honda!” Aoi said, desperately wanting the older woman to believe her. “I don’t know why I had,” she paused and said in a slightly softer tone, “an accident last night, but it never happened before.”

Ritsuko looked doubtful, but she said, “I believe you, but it did happen last night. Can you promise me that it will not happen again?”

She wanted to say yes, but honesty forced her to shake her head. “I can’t promise, but I’m sure it won’t happen again.”

Ritsuko sighed. “I hope it does not, but, well, I have certain rules that even I have to follow, and this is one of them.”

“Well, then why don’t I just stay at a hotel? I promise that I won’t talk to anyone about what I am doing, and I’ll leave all my camera equipment and film here. You don’t have to worry about me breaking the confidentially agreement.”

“I know I don’t, but as I said, there are rules that everyone has to follow, even if they make no sense. I trust you to keep the confidence, but you still have to stay up here. And by the same token you have to be diapered to protect the house. Now Aoi, I really don’t want to fire you, or make you live out in a tent. I want you to be comfortable in the house, and finish the work I have hired you for. Now, let Mai take you to your room so you can put on a diaper, and then you can have lunch. I’m sure you are hungry, seeing as I chased you away without giving you a chance to have breakfast.”

There was something about Ritsuko’s tone. It was almost as if she was yelling with the way it seemed to beat upon Aoi’s mind. It left her feeling off balance and fragile and she wanted to cry. It probably showed in her face for Ritsuko put a gentle hand on Aoi’s shoulder. “It’s won’t be so bad Aoi.”

She wanted to dispute that, to claim that it would be anything but all right, but in the end she simply nodded. “Yes Miss Honda,” she said, all her battered mind would allow.

“Good girl.” And then Ritsuko was gone, walking away, leaving Aoi to stand there, confused and embarrassed.

“Please Miss Yamada, will you come with me?” Mai asked, sounding a lot like Aoi herself felt.

She turned to look at the maid and realised that things were probably hard on her as well. After all, having to deal with a problem like this had to be embarrassing for her as well. Aoi decided not to make the poor maid’s life any more difficult. She nodded.

Mai led her back into the house, to her room. It was just like she had left it, but for several shopping bags and the cloth diapers lain out on the floor. Aoi had never used cloth diapers before, everyone who had had wanted her in diapers preferred the convenience of disposables.

They were placed in a T shape on the floor, several layers thick, on top of a diaper cover, and that on top of a changing pad. Aoi stared at the collection of objects, feeling her face grow warm. They were meant for her. She was expected to wear them. Had she still not felt so off balance from Ritsuko’s treatment, and being a little dizzy from not having had breakfast, she might have been able to refuse, but she did not.

Mai coughed lightly.

Aoi turned to look at her.

“I need you to…” the maid started to say, and then blushed even redder than Aoi and was unable to finish her sentence.

It took Aoi a few seconds to realise what she was trying to say. “I can do it,” she offered. She wanted to do it.

Mai actually looked miserable. “Do you know how to do it?”

Aoi looked back at the diapers. “Well, not really, but I can figure it out.” She returned her gaze to Mai.

“I have to do it, to make certain it is done right. It is one of Mistress’ rules.”

Of course, Aoi thought. It was not Mai’s fault and Aoi once again resolved not to make the poor maid’s life any more difficult. “Okay,” she said, and then, seeing no other option, began to remove her jeans. Mai passed by her to kneel down by the diapers, waiting for Aoi to finish. Aoi removed her panties, and then, seeing that it would make things easier, her blouse. Dressed only in her bra and socks, she stepped over the diaper and then lay down on it, the bottom part of the T between her legs, the cross bar under her bottom.

It felt thicker than she had expected, and soft, the cloth gentle against her skin. It was so different from the disposables she had worn in the past.

“Lift your legs a little,” Mai said, and when Aoi did so she grasped her near her calves and forced Aoi’s bottom into the air a little. She rearranged the diapers and then lowered Aoi back onto them. The suddenness of it took her by surprised and made her feel helpless.

It was like when she had wet her panties in kindergarten, and everyone had made fun of her. She had run and hid behind the school, sobbing loudly. It was like when her sister had put her in diapers that first time, talking to her as if she were a baby, mocking her for wetting herself. She felt near tears and managed to hold them off, barely.

Mai folded the diapers around Aoi, tucking them in tight, and then pulling the pink, plastic diaper cover around Aoi, snapping the clasps closed and pulling the waist string tight.

“That’s done,” Mai said, sounding relieved.

Aoi, nodded, wondering if she should say something. "Thank you," she tried. "It was a very good job." What a stupid thing to say, she berated herself.

Mai, obviously looking for a way the change the topic, said, “Let me see if you have anything to wear!” Eager to be doing something else she began to sort through some of Aoi’s clothing.

Aoi tried to sit up, but discovered that was a little difficult due to the thickness of the diapers. She had to turn over, get onto her knees, and then stand. The thick cloth between her legs had a detrimental effect on her balance and she actually fell over back onto her bottom. She was so surprised that she forgot to be embarrassed by the whole thing.

“Miss Aoi, are you all right?” Mai asked, sounding alarmed.

“A little surprised, and sort of embarrassed, but all right,” Aoi told her as she again flipped herself over and got to her feet. That time she was expecting the difficulty the padding between her legs would cause and kept her balance. She then waddled, and there was no other word for it, to Mai’s side.

Clothing was going to be difficult Aoi realised, and suddenly felt like crying once more. Nothing she had would fit over the huge diaper.

“What about these?” Mai said, holding up a pair of light-blue shorts. Mai looked at them. There were rather large, she wore them when it was too hot or she wanted a great deal of movement. They would likely fit over the diaper.

“Let me see,” Aoi said as she reached out and took them from Mai.

“I’ll find a blouse or a T-shirt to go with them.”

Aoi shook them out and then tried to put them on. Again, the thick bulk of the diaper confounded her. She had to bend down, instead of lifting her legs as she might have normally done, and then step into them, all the while dealing with the change in her balance. It took far too long for her to pull them on. It was like she was a child just learning to dress herself. That thought came at the exact wrong time and she began to sniffle again.

“How about this,” Mai said, sounding near to panic again.

Aoi again felt terrible for the way the maid must feel, and that helped her a little, but only in so much as she did not start bawling. Mai was holding a loose, white sweatshirt that would go well with the shorts. “That looks fine,” Aoi said through her tears. She had got the shorts up around her waist and fastened them close. They had always been so loose on her before, now they were almost stretched tight across the seat of the diaper. She looked ridiculous.

“Here,” Mai said, handing her the sweatshirt, “would you like lunch now?” Again it was obvious she wanted to get Aoi’s mind onto something else.

“That would be nice,” Aoi told her, her voice muffled by the sweatshirt as she pulled it over her head. In fact lunch sounded wonderful and her stomach suddenly growled. She actually laughed without it sounding too much as if she were about to cry.

“Come this way then,” Mai said, looking as if she desperately wanted to be away from the room, and maybe Aoi herself.

Aoi followed as she pushed her hands down the sleeves of the shirt. She was still waddling, and the sound of her shorts sliding over the diaper cover, sort of a swish, swish, swish, and the soft rustling of the plastic of the cover, made it impossible to forget that she was diapered.

It almost made her long for the days when she had had to wear disposables. At least those had been kind of discreet. It was odd to think that she would long for those days, as much as she hated them. At the moment she would happily wear a disposable if it would get her out of the horrible, thick, and likely soon to be hot cloth diapers.

“Mai, why didn’t you pick up disposable diapers?” she asked, willing to voice the question, as embarrassing as it might be, for the sake of comfort, relative comfort at least.

“Mistress does not agree with them. She says they are bad for the environment,” Mai explained, not looking back. From the sound of her tone Aoi was certain she was blushing. “They are the only diapers she will allow on the estate.”

Aoi was suddenly curious, and while not able to forget her state, did push it to the back of her mind. “You mean, of someone brought a baby here, wearing a disposable diaper…”

“She would have it changed into a cloth diaper.”

“But what about the parents…”

“Mistress is quite set in her ways. Any of her guests would know that.”

Aoi nodded, feeling as if she understood Ritsuko a little better than she had. The woman certainly was demanding.

Thinking about that, she was unaware of the fact they had arrived a small room where a table was set with lunch.

“Here you go Miss Aoi,” Mai said.

“Thank you,” Aoi told her, and in moving to sit down had the diaper become the centre of her being again. She could not kneel down in front of the table as she normally would, she found as she almost pitched forward. She ended up sitting on the floor, with her legs extended under the table. It felt very odd, and the thick diaper made her feel as if she were about to roll back at every moment.

She ate the meal, but was not really in the mood to enjoy it. She was happy when she was done and quickly, or as quickly as she was able to manage, got to her feet.

“I guess I’ll get back to work now,” Aoi said to Mai, who was clearing off the table.

“Of course Miss Aoi. If you need me, I’ll be close by.” As she said it she blushed.

Aoi was about to ask what she might need Mai for when it dawned on her that she would need help with the diaper if she were to need to use the toilet. That thought suddenly made her aware of a subtle pressure on her bladder.

Not wanting to force more work on poor Mai she simply nodded, and then waddled from the room as quick as she could.

The diaper soon grew uncomfortably warm, and her legs began to ache from the unaccustomed way in which she had to walk. It did not really have any negative affect on her work, but it did make her conscious of all the distance she travelled. The cloth, which had seemed so soft, began to feel as if it were chafing her skin, and the elastic around the leg holes of the diaper was biting into her skin.

And the growing need to relieve herself was growing more and more uncomfortable. Finally she made her way back to the house.

As luck had it, Mai was sweeping the stone path that led to the house. She looked up to see Aoi and then bowed to her. “Good afternoon,” she said pleasantly.

“Good afternoon,” Aoi answered. She looked around and then stepped closer to Mai. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh,” Mai said, again looking embarrassed. “Well, let’s go then.” She put the broom aside and then started towards the house. Aoi had to run, not easy at the moment, to catch up with her.

“I’m sorry,” Aoi said.

“It’s alright,” Mai told her, though the maid’s face had gone a darker shade of red.

Aoi did not bother apologizing again; she just quietly went with Mai to her own room, where Mai helped her out of the thick diapers. Free, for the moment, she pulled on the too large shorts over her bare bottom and rushed to the bathroom to relieve herself.

When she got back to the room Mai had fresh diapers laid out on the floor, as they had been before. Aoi sighed as she let the shorts fall to around her ankles, then stepped out of the material and walked over to Mai. She carefully settled herself on the thick mat of diapers, hoping that Mai would not have to rearrange the diaper too much, but there was no luck there. Again she was made to lift her legs and bottom as Mai fussed with the diapers.

It was not really as bad as the first time she had been diapered that day. She had, to a small extent, become used to the fact she was to be in diapers for a while. She did not enjoy it, but at least she was not about to cry.

Mai finished and then wrapped the cloth and diaper cover around Mai.

“That’s finished,” Mai said, sounding as relieved as Aoi felt.

Aoi put on the shorts, as difficult as that proved, and then went back to work, waddling out into the grounds.

She needed to go to the bathroom again before dinner and then Ritsuko wanted Aoi to have dinner with her.

Aoi was rather impressed by Ritsuko tact. She never said anything about the diapers, did not talk down to her, it was almost as if Aoi was not wearing diapers at all. As she ate and told Ritsuko about her day of shooting she was reminded of how different things had been when she had been in diapers with her family. Her sister had ensured that she could never forget about her diapers. Unconsciously following her little sister’s lead, her parents had treated her like she was a small child. She had always been a step away from crying, and her sister was always trying to push her over that step. She had succeeded a few times.

At least Ritsuko was decent enough to ignore it all. She found herself warming up to the mistress of the house, and almost forgot she was thickly diapered. Almost.

“You know, I don’t suspect that your clothing is really suitable,” she paused, “considering the situation,” Ritsuko told her.

Aoi felt her cheeks warm. “No, I guess not.”

Ritsuko nodded. “I’ll have some clothes picked up for you,” she said. “I’ll cover the cost.”

“Clothes?” Aoi said, alarmed. She was picturing the clothes that her parents had bought for her after she had started wearing diapers.

“No need to sound worried,” Ritsuko said, laughing. “Just some practical clothes that will fit better.” She laughed again, it was a warm laugh that held no tone of derision in it. “What, do you think I’m going to have large, sized baby clothes picked up?”

“I was a little worried,” Aoi found herself admitting.

Ritsuko stopped laughing and looked at Aoi, a curious look on her face. “Now why would you be worried?”

Aoi said nothing, suddenly fining herself unable to speak.

“Well, not my concern. Now, tell me more about those pictures you took of the shrine,” she said, smoothly changing the conversation topic.

Aoi was grateful.

After dinner Aoi went to develop her pictures in the dark room that had been set up. She had to go to the bathroom, but held it until she was ready to go to bed.

Mai helped her out of the diaper, Aoi went to the washroom, and then returned to her room so she could be diapered for the night. The ones that Mai put her in were even thicker than the ones she had worn during the day.

The thick padding made sleep difficult, but finally she fell asleep, exhausted from the emotional stresses of the day.

Not surprisingly Aoi dreamed of her sister.

In her dream her sister was an imposing, menacing figure, towering above her and laughing. She told Aoi that she would always be a baby, that there would be no escape, no matter how she tried to run. And in the dream Aoi did try to run, but the huge, bulky diaper wrapped around her made it impossible. She kept falling and in the end was forced to crawl as her sister thundered after her, laughing at her helplessness.

Aoi woke to bright sun streaming through the window. She felt disorientated from the bad dream, and uncomfortable because of the diaper. A very wet diaper.

She shifted about and got onto her knees, taking note that the futon was dry. At least there was that.

A moment later there was a tap at her door. Mai obviously, so Aoi told her to come in. As she expected the maid entered.

“Was there any problems?” Mai asked politely.

Aoi thought it was kind of her, but she suspected that the maid was aware that she had wet herself in the night. After all, there was a slight scent of urine in the room. “I’m afraid it happened again,” Aoi said, glad she kept tears out of her voice.

Mai nodded, looking a little sad. “Let me help you with it then.”

And she did. As Mai cleaned up, Aoi, free of the diaper for at least the moment, made her way take a bath and take care of other morning tasks. When she came back, as he had expected, Mai had a fresh diaper waiting.

As there was nothing to do about she let Mai diaper her and then help her dress, in the same stupid shorts of the day before. As she later walked, waddled, from the house, carrying her equipment, she thought that the clothing that Ritsuko had promised would be welcome.

A little after about ten Aoi stood in the shadow of a huge camphor tree, starting through her viewfinder at a tiny shrine set at the base of the tree. She looked up from the viewfinder and shifted her attention to the light meter in her hands. After considering it for a few seconds she nodded and then began to take pictures. She used a flash for only half of them.

When she finished and began taking the tripod down she felt the pressure that told her that she would need to relieve her bladder soon. She sighed as she considered the trek back to the house, and more importantly having to ask Mai to help her, and wondered if Mai would be with another maid. And then there was the fact that poor Mai was certain to be embarrassed by the whole thing.

As the various bits of camera equipment were returned to their carrying cases she wondered if she should hold it for as long as possible, as painful as that would be, so to minimize the number of times that Mai might have to help her. And then the thought occurred to her that she might simply use the diapers and make Mai’s job even easier. That thought seemed to have her sister’s voice.

Wasn’t it bad enough that she was wetting her bed, she told that voice. Did she now have to start having accidents while she was awake? Of course it would not really be an accident. It would be a choice, and it would save Mai some trouble. And it would help her too; that would be one less time that she would have to suffer through a diaper change.

But wetting herself? She had fought so hard to stop that sort of thing, to reclaim her ability to feel like an adult. If she chose to wet herself she would be a tiny child in kindergarten, crying in the playground, her panties soaked. She would be helpless again, one more step closer to that child that her sister had very nearly returned her to being.

She recalled, bitterly, all the condescending treatment she had received, as the diapers she had worn became the prominent feature that other people judged her by.

And yet, she was already being judged in such a manner.

Really, she would be gone in less than two weeks. Wet diapers or dry diapers, would it really matter? And it would make her life a little easier and would save Mai some trouble.

She was not really certain how she had decided to do it, but she had. Of course, it was not that easy. Training herself back to continence had been difficult, and just letting loose once more proved difficult. As she lugged her equipment to the next place she tried to release the pressure, but it was hard, probably harder than the first time she had been forced to do it years before. Maybe it was because she knew what it could lead to.

It was not until some time later, after she had had lunch, that the pain finally overcame the other concerns and hot urine spurted out of her, soaking the cloth, spreading out around her loins and bottom. Then the thick material wicked it away from her skin, leaving her feeling a moist warmth that was not too bad. In fact, she thought, a little surprised, it was almost pleasurable.

She quashed that thought instantly, not liking it, burying it under the shame of the little girl who had wet her panties in the middle of the playground.

A second wetting a few hours later had her heading back to the house. The diapers were beginning to feel wet, heavy, cold, were chaffing uncomfortably, and she needed to go to the bathroom again.

She was glad that Mai was alone when she found her.

“I need a change,” she told the woman, softly.

Mai’s cheeks, almost on cued, flushed. Aoi almost thought that it was worse on the maid then it was on her. “All right,” she said, “let’s go.”

They entered the house and then made their way to Aoi’s room. There Aoi lay down on the changing mat. Positioning herself so that Mai might remove her diapers.

As soon as the diaper cover came off Mai became aware of the urine soaked cloth within.

“You wet yourself!” Mai said, surprise in her tone. “I thought you said you did not need diapers,” she stated, almost an accusation.

“I don’t,” Aoi said in a small voice. “I thought it would be easier if you did not have to deal with me every time I have to go to the bathroom.”

“What? Why would you do that? You don’t have to do that.”

Aoi thought she had explained why she had done it, and did not really feel like getting into a long discussion about it. “Uh, I really need to pee again.”

Mai said nothing for a moment, and Aoi suddenly worried that the maid was going to tell her to do it in her diapers, but she said no such thing. “Of course,” she answered, and finished removing the diapers.

Aoi, her skin still damp with stale urine, ran to the bathroom, seemingly unconcerned with the fact that she was naked from the waist down.

As she cleaned up in the bathroom she noticed some raised, red bumps amongst her pubic hair and on her thighs. Wonderful, she thought as she wrapped a towel around herself, diaper rash.

When she returned to the room Mai had a fresh diaper lain out and Aoi put the towel aside and moved to lie upon it, the diaper. Mai diapered her without a word, soon snapping the diaper cover shut over the thick cloth.

“Mistress Honda has arranged for some clothing for you,” Mai told her.

“Oh, what?”

Mai reached into one of the bags amongst the diapering supplies and brought forth several white garments. She took one from the pile and then flipped it so it would unfold.

It was a diaper shirt, made of undecorated, white cotton, with a snap crotch, and obviously sized to fit Aoi.

Strangely enough Aoi did not mind it. Had it been pink, or had some sort of cute picture on it, she might have, but it was, all things considered, rather harmless. And, she thought as she began to undo her blouse, it would likely make it easier to move with the diaper on.

“Let me have it,” Aoi said after she had removed the blouse.

Perhaps Mai had expected some complaints for she looked a little surprised as she passed the shirt to Aoi. Aoi pulled it on and then got to her feet. She tried to snap the crotch closed, but the diapers were far too bulky for her to reach.

She looked over at Mai. “Could you help me,” she asked, feeling a little embarrassed at having to ask for help.

Mai nodded and reached up between Aoi’s legs and pulled at the material, fastening the snaps shut. The material compressed the diapers slightly, pushing them up against her tight, putting a noticeable pressure onto her sex. When she walked, which was easier, she felt the soft material gently rub over the skin. Were it not for the rash it would have been almost pleasurable.

“This is much better,” she told Mai.

“There are some other things,” Mai told her, and she produced a skirt next.

The skirt fit well over the bulky diapers, and Aoi thought that, from a distance someone might think she had a large bottom. The clothing was much better than the things she had been wearing.

She picked up the blouse she had been wearing, bending carefully so she would not fall over, and then put it back on.

“You look better,” Mai said.

Aoi nodded. “I’d still rather not wear these diapers, but at least now I’m a little more comfortable.”

“As you say Miss Yamada,” Mai told her.

Aoi wondered if it was her imagination or if she heard something like doubt in the maid’s tone.

While Mai had told her it was unnecessary, having chosen to make things easier by using the diapers, Aoi decided to continue to do so. The new clothing made moving about and doing her job easer, she was less self conscious about it, and, getting into the flow of her work, actually felt better. She was able to forget the diapers, well, not really forget them, but not worry about them, and enjoy what she was doing.

When she ate dinner with Ritsuko that evening, in a wet diaper, she was in a much better mood, which Ritsuko commented on.

“I suppose that I’m now over the shock of things I feel a little better,” she told her hostess and employer. “I can’t change things, so I might as well not worry about them and get on with my job.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Ritsuko told her. “You are a talented young woman, and I would have hated to have not had your full services. Now tell me about the pictures you took today.”

After dinner Aoi developed the days work, which took a few hours. Feeling tired once she was done Aoi called for Mai to help her get ready for bed.

She was asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow.

Ritsuko was in her office, Mai kneeling on the other side of the low table. She shuffled through some papers, then put them aside and turned her attention to her maid. “So, how is my photographer doing?”

“She’s started wetting her diapers by choice,” Mai told her.

“Really? Quite fast.”

“She does not want to have to bother me every time she needs to go to the bathroom. She feels bad for me.”

“I must be quite the advantage to be able to blush whenever you want to.”

“As you say Mistress,” Mai answered deferentially, but there was a small smile on her lips.

“So, do you think she might be enjoying this, on some level?”

“Perhaps. She does not mind it as much today as she did yesterday, even though she is developing a case of diaper rash, as you requested.”

Ritsuko smiled. “I think I’ll take a hand in things tomorrow. Make yourself absent after she leaves in the morning.”

“As you say mistress.”

It was sometime after lunch the next day when Aoi went looking for Mai to get her diaper removed. The wet cloth against the rash had grown increasingly uncomfortable and she desperately wanted to get into a dry diaper.

Unfortunately Mai was nowhere to be found. She asked several other maids, but they could not tell her where Mai was. She was just about to handle it all herself when she ran into Ritsuko.

“Good afternoon,” Ritsuko said with a smile. “How are you?”

“I’m fine,” Aoi found, even though she was feeling anything but. “Have you seen Mai around?”

“No, I don’t think so. Why do… Oh, I see.”

“Yes,” Aoi found.

“Well, I’ll just have to take care of it.” She took Aoi’s hand and led her off towards her room.

“What? But I couldn’t… It’s…”

“Nonsense,” Ritsuko cut her off. “I have to make sure my guests are comfortable.”

Aoi tried to convince Ritsuko that it was not needed, but Ritsuko was hearing none of it. So Aoi ended up on her back, in her room, with Ritsuko removing her diapers.

As soon as she had the diaper cover off she could see that the cloth was stained yellow. She looked directly into Aoi's eyes. "Care to explain."

Aoi shivered under the intense glare. She almost babbled as she tried to explain why she had decided to start wetting the diapers during the day. Ritsuko continued to regard her with that level stare, her body language suggesting she did not believe a word of it.

"Well, there is no harm in you wetting your diapers," she said in a cutting manner. Aoi felt as if she were some sort of backwards child at that moment and could feel the prickling in her eyes, warning her that tears might be close.

"Now, let's get these wet things off you," Ritsuko continued as she unwrapped the wet and heavy cloth. "Oh dear," she said a few seconds later.

"What?" Aoi asked her, wondering why the older woman seemed so alarmed.

"You have a terrible case of diaper rash."

"Oh, that. I suppose. It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Ritsuko sounded truly shocked. "A guest in my house, under my care, has diaper rash and you say its nothing?"

"Well," Aoi started, sounding small, "it's just a little."

"How could Mai let this happen? Hasn't she been oiling you and powdering you, and if you are wetting these she should be checking on you so you do not spend too much time in a wet diaper."

"It's not her fault," Aoi offered, trying to protect the maid who suffered enough because of her.

Ritsuko took a deep breath. "I'll deal with Mai later. Right now you need my full attention." She grabbed a baby wipe and began to gently clean Aoi's bottom and between her legs. "First of all we'll put you in the bath, and then we'll see what we have to do."

"It's really nothing."

"This has to be one of the worse cases of diaper rash I've seen. I admit to not having seen too many, but this does look like it would be very uncomfortable. I'm tempted to call a doctor."

"No!" Aoi said. "Please, not a doctor."

Ritsuko shook her head. "If I can't get this cleared up in a few days I will call a doctor Aoi. I will not have you getting hurt while you work for me."

And that was that. Ritsuko had spoken.

Not too long after Aoi was in the big tub, while a maid helped her clean and Ritsuko looked on, making sure everything was done right. The maid, an older woman, was named Emi, and she seemed unconcerned by the task that Ritsuko had set her, then again, helping someone bathe was probably not that bad as compared to putting diapers on an adult, Aoi thought. She really hoped that Mai would not get in trouble.

"What do you think Emi?" Ritsuko asked.

"Well Mistress Honda, it certainly is a bad case. I really think we should shave the area, that hair can't be helping matters." She spoke with a country accent, and her manner of speaking was rather plain.

"Shave?" Aoi asked, alarmed.

"Don't worry dear," Emi told Aoi. "Just something to help get things cleared up. I'd suggest waxing really, but can't wax with skin like that. Even shaving will be a little tricky."

"But, I, well…"

"If shaving is the best option then we should do it Aoi," Ritsuko said.

"Well, I guess," she replied in a small voice. She really wanted to yell 'no' and refuse, but she could not bring herself to speak against Ritsuko. If Ritsuko had been doing it to humiliate here, then yes, but so far the woman had been very kind to her, considering the circumstances.

"You just soak in there and I'll get everything we need," Emi said as she got to her feet and then left the bathing room.

"I'm sorry about this," Ritsuko told her. "I know that you don't want to do this, that being shaved is going to take away a little more of your adulthood, in your eyes if no one else's, and that is going to hurt you, but given the circumstances we are all operating under, there is not much choice."

Aoi said nothing, though she winced when Ritsuko said it was taking away more of her adulthood. She had thought of that, but having it voiced out loud made it all the more real.

When Emi returned a short time later Ritsuko stepped forward and took the towel-covered basin she was carrying. "I'll take care of this," she told the maid.

Emi looked surprised, but nodded and then left the room. Aoi was also surprised and wondered what Ritsuko was up to.

"I thought having only one person here would make it a little easier for you," she explained as if she could read Aoi's mind. "And I have to be here to make sure it is done right."

"Oh," Aoi said. She was again surprised as Ritsuko began to remove her clothing, quickly stripping down to the nude, and the putting a thin, frilly apron on that really did little to hide her.

Aoi found her eyes drawn to the woman. She was quite beautiful, and her naked body was nearly perfect. She noticed that the pubic hair over her mound was neatly trimmed into a small triangle, and it appeared to be the only hair on her body.

Ritsuko picked up the basin, walked to the side of the tub, placed the basin down, and then knelt down. "Out of the water, sit here," Ritsuko commanded as she placed her hand on the side of the tub.

Aoi did as she said.

"Knees apart," Ritsuko told her.

Aoi spread her knees and Ritsuko moved in between them. She brushed against Aoi's legs, the moisture still on them turning the apron transparent over her breast. Aoi shivered slightly.

"No need to be nervous, I won't hurt you," she reassured the younger woman as she took a pair of small scissors from the basin.

Aoi was glad that Ritsuko had apparently misinterpreted her actions.

Ritsuko carefully trimmed Aoi's pubic hair until it was short as she could manage. She then began to process of shaving the hair, taking her time, careful not to cut the inflamed skin.

As she worked, her gentle fingers tracing over Aoi's pubic mound, whipping shaving cream either on or off, Aoi felt a warmth growing between her legs. She hoped fervently that Ritsuko would not notice, but she wondered what she might do if she did.

Finally Ritsuko wiped the last of the foam away from Aoi's bare mound. She wiped her forehead and smiled. Her apron had picked up more water while she worked and was nearly completely transparent. Aoi was certain she was going to swoon.

"Well, dry off, and then we'll get a clean diaper on you," she said as she stood and removed her apron.

Aoi patted herself dry with a towel while Ritsuko quickly dressed. Then she followed the woman back to her room. She lay down on the changing mat while Ritsuko prepared the diapers. Unlike Mai, who just put her into them, Ritsuko took a bottle of baby oil and poured a generous amount into her hands. She began to work it into her hands, and Aoi watched, transfixed, as the smooth hands, shiny with oil, rubbed it back and forth, and she wondered what it would be like to feel those hands on her.

She did not have to wonder long. Ritsuko moved between Aoi's knees, and then began to work the warmed oil into the tender and inflamed skin of Aoi's pubic mound. Her gentle fingers rubbed the oil into her skin, sliding her hands up and down Aoi's inner thighs. Aoi was hard pressed not to react to the gentle touches. Ritsuko's actions, as far as Aoi was concerned, were perfectly innocent, and necessary, but she was becoming aroused by them.

Ritsuko told Aoi to lift her hips, and then smoothed the oil over her buttocks, finally sliding her fingers between. As Aoi felt Ritsuko trace a finger around her anus, she was certain she was going to loose it. Fortunately Ritsuko did not notice.

She left Aoi in that position for a few seconds as she wiped her hands clean on a baby wipe, and then slid a fresh set of diapers beneath her. "Okay, lower your bottom."

Aoi did so.

Next Ritsuko uncapped a container of baby powder and sprinkled quite a bit over Aoi, filling the room with the scent of talcum.

"I think that will do it," Ritsuko said as she began to fasten the diaper about Aoi's hips. "How does that feel?"

How did it feel? Erotic. Sensual. Humiliating. Wonderful. All those words and more Aoi could have used, but what she said was, "Better." And it was true. The irritation had faded.

"Good," Ritsuko told her, and then helped her to finish dressing.

Aoi left the house, heading back to work, lost in thoughts of Ritsuko's actions, and of Ritsuko herself. She knew that there was a part of her that was always attracted and intimidated by strong women. If there had not been her sister could not have done as she had. Still, she thought it was something she could resist, if she had to.

And yet, her mind kept going back to Ritsuko, and how her hands had felt, and how Aoi had been willing to do whatever she had said. It was terrifying, and yet at the same time it was something else.

Between the chaos in her mind and the work she had to do, Aoi was not really aware of the passing of time. She was set up near a small garden, taking pictures, when Mai seemed to suddenly appear beside her.

"Dinner will be served soon. Mistress Honda asked me to tell you."

Aoi let out a small gasp of surprise, and then shook her head. "I'm sorry. I seem to have got caught up in all of this. Let me just pack everything away."

Mai nodded, then, looking more uncomfortable than Aoi could ever recall seeing her. "I need to know if you need to be changed."

Aoi should have been surprised, but she was not. In a way it made sense. Well, to what she considered Ritsuko's way of thinking. She was obviously going to make certain that the rash was dealt with, and that meant Mai had to ask that question.

"No, not right now," she told Mai, less embarrassed than she would have thought. She could only suspect that she had gone beyond embarrassed at that point.

"Are you sure?" Mai asked her.

Suddenly Aoi had the idea that Mai might actually check. She imagined the maid sticking a finger beneath the diaper cover to check if the cloth was wet. She felt her face grow warm and realised that she was not proof against embarrassment after all.

"I'm sure," Aoi told her.

Mai nodded. "Let me help you pack up then."

Later, after dinner, Ritsuko asked if Aoi's diaper was wet. Aoi nodded, for she had finally wet it during the meal. She wondered why she was still wetting them and had not gone back to using the toilet. It just seemed like it would be too difficult to change things once more.

"Well, let's get that taken care of then," Ritsuko said as she got up.

Aoi thought that Ritsuko was going to change her again. In fact, she found herself looking forward to such a situation. Instead it was Mai who would be changing her, but under Ritsuko's supervision.

It brought a new level of embarrassment and discomfort to the whole process. Ritsuko constantly commented on Mai's work, pointing out that Mai had to treat the diaper change like any other. Though Ritsuko did not say it, any other obviously meant that of a small child.

She told Mai to make certain that she properly oiled all the skin of Aoi's diaper area, every little nook and crevice.

Even as Mai's hands touched her in every intimate area, Aoi did not feel the same way she had with Ritsuko. There was nothing arousing about it.

When Mai finally finished and had Aoi dressed in a fresh diaper, Ritsuko said, "That was very good. I expect all of Aoi's changes to be handled in that manner from this point on and I want that diaper rash gone within the next three days."

"Yes Mistress," Mai said, her face going red.

Aoi felt very guilty and wished she could think of something to do that would actually help things. So far everything she had done seemed to make matters worse. She felt trapped and passive in what was happening.

"Now, let's go and deal with your punishment," she told Mai.

"Punishment?" Aoi said, trying to meet Mai's eyes, but the maid had turned her face away.

"Of course," Ritsuko said. "She has failed in her duties and will have to be punished. I believe a spanking should show her the error of her ways."

"A spanking? But she is an adult," Aoi had said, sitting up.

"Her actions have been very childish," Ritsuko replied.

"But you can't. It is my fault."

"Please Miss Aoi," Mai pleaded. "It is alright."

Aoi said nothing.

"Gather up the things and let's go Mai," Ritsuko told the maid, and then looked over at Aoi. "Would you like to watch?"

"No," Aoi said.

"Very well." And she walked from the room, Mai following her.

Aoi watched them go, and then got up from the mattress where she had been changed and reached for her clothing. She thought of poor Mai, being spanked. How could Ritsuko do that? Then again, Aoi thought, she herself was proof that Ritsuko had some very strong opinions on the way to deal with things.

She suddenly had a picture of Mai, her kimono off, naked, over Ritsuko's lap, as Ritsuko put a flame of crimson on her buttocks. She felt a tingling between her legs and she put her hand there, feeling it grow stronger, making her almost gasp. It was like when she took pictures of such things, the excitement she felt.

But that was because it was fake, and she could enjoy it. What was happening to Mai was real. She should not feel any pleasure at it. And yet she did.

Aoi suddenly felt like the embarrassment and humiliation she had suffered were in some way a proper punishment for her.

In Ritsuko's office Mai was separating each of the many layers of cloth that had until recently been wrapped around Aoi. She finally removed a small disk, about the side of a five hundred yen coin. She wiped it clean, feeling the vibrations from it, then she used the tip of a pen to press the switch and shut it off.

"Quite the clever little device, isn't it Mai?" Ritsuko said.

"Yes Mistress," she replied as she put it aside.

"Aoi is coming along very well."

"What is the next step Mistress?"

"The next step is that she comes to me. At that point I think it will be certain that I have her."

"And if she does not come to you?" Mai began to gather up the damp cloth.

"Then I suspect I will lose her. I am not worried about that possibility, however."

"Mistress," Mai turned to look at Ritsuko. "What if Miss Aoi had wished to see my punishment?"

"Well, then I would have had to spank you, correct?"

"Yes Mistress," Mai said, a slight tremor in her voice.

When Mai came in to help her get dressed the next day Aoi, still feeling terrible from the night before, did not say anything. She quickly left the house, waddling in her thick diapers, unaware of the vibrating disk pressed tightly against her mound by the diapers, unaware that the soft vibrations increased with dampness.

She went to work, moving about the grounds and into the house, taking pictures. Twice during the morning Mai came to check on her to see if she needed to be changed. The second time, just before lunch, Aoi had wet the diapers while focused on a rather beautiful scene. It was not that she not been unaware of her wetting, it was just that she had not been concerned.

Mai took her back to the house and changed her before Aoi ate lunch by herself; Ritsuko was away on some business. The change had been, with all the other times Mai had changed her, strictly business. For some reason that Aoi could not be certain of, that bothered her. She found herself missing Ritsuko at lunch, wishing that the woman were back. She always enjoyed her time with her, Ritsuko made her feel special.

Days passed, Aoi continued her work. Often, after dinner, she and Ritsuko would talk long about the photographs, Ritsuko offering suggestions about what Aoi might wish to do next.

Aoi did not quite get used to the diapers, and Mai's continued embarrassment just made things that much more unpleasant. Sometimes, however, as she worked, she felt a strange sense of contentment and enjoyment she could not really explain. And when her diapers got wet, there was an excitement that sometimes left her a little breathless.

It was a few days before her time at the mansion was to end. She was getting ready for dinner with Ritsuko; Mai was helping her change into something more suitable.

"Do you need a change?" Mai asked her.

Aoi shook her head, though in truth her diaper was a little wet. There was something she wanted to try, or at least she thought she did, and she needed a wet diaper when the time came. She felt her face grow hot at what she was thinking, and was glad that Mai had turned her back.

Dinner was pleasant, as most had been. Ritsuko was, as always, an excellent hostess.

"So," she said near the end of the meal, "you'll be finished up here rather soon. I suppose you'll be happy to get away from here, and what you no doubt think of as odd rules."

"Yes," Aoi said, and then, "no, I mean, I don't think your rules are that odd. Well, I guess they make sense."

Ritsuko smiled. "They do, but they must seem harsh to a young woman like you. Imagine, being made to wear diapers. I know this has been very embarrassing to you."

Aoi did feel embarrassed, with Ritsuko bringing it up. "Well, it is only for a few more days."

"What are you going to do next?" Ritsuko asked her.

"I'm not sure. I do not have any jobs lined up right now, but I'm sure I will find something."

"I'm glad to hear that. You are an excellent photographer."

Aoi nodded, and wondered just what she was going to do. How she was going to do it without Ritsuko near by. That thought hurt. It hurt quite a bit. It was what galvanized her to action.

"My diaper is wet," she said, and felt stupid for saying it like that. Again, as it had many times, she felt her face grow hot.

"I'll call Mai," Ritsuko said.

"No," Aoi said, and felt her voice grow weak. "I was hoping that you could change me."

"What?"

"I was hoping that you might change me this time."

"Is there some reason you don't want Mai to change your diapers?" Ritsuko asked, sounding concerned. "Is she being unkind to you?"

"No." Aoi shook her head. "That's not it. I just…" Aoi felt stupid. "I just like it more when you change me."

Ritsuko looked a little shocked at that, but after a moment she simply nodded. "Well, if you'd rather I did it, then I suppose I will." She got to her feet and walked to stand where Aoi knelt. She held out her hand. "Let's go."

Aoi took the hand and got to her feet. She let Ritsuko lead her through the house to her room. There Ritsuko laid out the changing things, helped Aoi off with her skit, blouse and diaper shirt, and then had her lay down on the pad.

She first prepared the new diaper, put it to the side, and turned her attention to removing the diaper cover and wet diaper that Aoi was wearing.

She took a baby wipe and gently cleaned Aoi; Aoi had to stop herself from squirming as the slightly rough texture of the wipe gently brushed across her mound, quickly dipped into vulva to clean the labia. She felt as if she would climax any moment.

Once finished cleaning Aoi Ritsuko slipped the fresh diaper under the girl. She then poured some oil onto her hands, rubbed between her palms, and then began to massage it into Aoi's tender skin.

As fingers traced over her mound Aoi, unable to help herself, lifted her hips, as if she wanted to impale herself on them.

Ritsuko looked surprised, but before she could pull her hand away Aoi said, nearly crying, "Please, please…"

Tentatively Ritsuko put her hand over Aoi's sex. Aoi moaned softly. "Yes, yes." She said.

Ritsuko then slid one of her fingers into Aoi and Aoi closed her eyes, her hands going to her breasts, gently kneading them through her bra.

Obviously emboldened, Ritsuko took a firmer hand, sliding two, and then three fingers into Aoi, gently stretching her open. Aoi moaned softly, her fingers fumbling with the cups of her bra as she tried to remove it.

Ritsuko soon slid her whole hand into Aoi and curled her fingers into a fist. Aoi gasped from the mixture of pain and pleasure as the other woman pushed her fist deeper into her, then pulled it back a little, before pushing it further.

When Ritsuko began to slide fingers into Aoi's anus the young woman mostly feared, but hoped a little, that her rear passage might get the same treatment, but Ritsuko seemed content with using two fingers there.

The dual assault continued for a long time, and when it was finally over Aoi was lying on the floor, almost babbling in incoherent pleasure.

When she finally gained control of herself, at least a little, she found Ritsuko sitting up against the wall, her skirt and panties removed. "My turn," Ritsuko said simply. "Use your tongue."

Aoi crawled quickly across the floor, not trusting her unsteady legs to hold her, and almost dove between the other woman's legs. She so desperately wanted to return the pleasure that she had been given.

Again, Aoi was hardly aware of the time, she was lost in the musky scent between Ritsuko's legs, clinging to her pubic hair, as she used her tongue and lips to her best ability. She had not done such a thing before, but gentle prods from Ritsuko let her know what was working and what was not.

And finally it ended. Ritsuko put her into a clean diaper, then put her to bed, leaving an exhausted Aoi to fall almost immediately into a deep sleep, filled with wonderful dreams about Ritsuko.

The next day Aoi continued her work, almost finished. Her thoughts were on Ritsuko still and she was hardly aware of the times she wet herself. That evening she once more asked Ritsuko to change her and once more they ended up making love.

The day after was the same, but in the evening, as the two women lay together, Aoi freshly diapered, Ritsuko said, "So, tomorrow is your last day."

"Yes," Aoi said. "I can get everything done tomorrow and leave the day after." That was not quite true. She could finish everything up by early afternoon and leave right then. She wanted another night with Ritsuko however.

"Well, I will miss having you around here," Ritsuko told her.

Feeling brave and reckless Aoi said, "You could ask me to stay."

Ritsuko said nothing for several minutes, Aoi wondered if she had said the wrong thing. Finally Ritsuko said, "I'm not certain I should."

"Why?"

"When I met you, well, I respected your work, I thought you were a good person, I envisioned us as possible friends, and that was all."

"Oh."

"And when you started having your accidents I was no longer so certain about you. You have to forgive me, but, well, lack of control in such a thing seems rather odd."

Aoi blushed with embarrassment as that, but did not say anything.

"I soon decided that it did not matter, and I must admit your diapered condition, well, it intrigued me. It gave you a contrasting image. You are a talented artist, and yet at the same time there is this helplessness about you. And that was what truly attracted me to you.

"The truth is, the fact your are in diapers, the fact that I made you wear them, that you ask me to change you, that is so terribly exciting for me. It is not fair to ask you to continue this way, so that is why it would be wrong for me to ask you to stay."

Aoi thought about that. She really did not like wearing the diapers, but she had to admit, there was something exciting about that that had never been present with her sister. Certainly, it was still humiliating, but to be under Ritsuko's care, there was something so desirable about that.

She was not stupid. She knew what Ritsuko was asking. Aoi knew that as long as she was with Ritsuko she would be in diapers, treated in a manner similar, but not the same, to when she lived with her parents and sister. Up until a few minutes ago she would never have thought she wanted to go back to such a life.

She still was not certain. In a way her life would never be the same. Even if she left Ritsuko later, and such a thought made her feel as if her heart would break, it would be a long time before she managed to put diapers behind her again. Already she knew she was near a point where she would actually need them, would have no choice but to wear them.

And yet…

"If you can't ask me to stay, then can I ask you to allow me to stay?"

There, she had said it. She had made a choice, good or bad, to stay with Ritsuko. She knew that she had fallen in love with the woman, and she was certain that Ritsuko loved her as well.

"Are you quite certain that is what you want? You do know your situation here will not change? No, that is wrong. It will change. Now you are an employee, with a job to do. That gives you certain, let's all them adult, rights. As my lover those might no longer apply."

Aoi thought about that, knew that Ritsuko was saying she would be treated even more like a child, like a baby, and for a moment hesitated. Then she looked at Ritsuko, lying beside her, and she knew she wanted to stay with her.

"I understand. It is what I want."

Ritsuko smiled and leaned over to kiss Aoi, deeply, for a long time. When they broke the kiss Ritsuko said, "Welcome to your new home Aoi. Welcome to your new life."

Aoi shivered slightly at that, and again reservations returned, but before they could solidify Ritsuko kissed her again and Aoi was lost within the other woman.

Months later Aoi was smiling and talking to the people who had come to see her photo exhibit. The pictures were the ones she had taken of mommy Ritsuko's mansion. For some reason Ritsuko had not bothered to enter them after all. Now they were being displayed. Aoi felt a glow of pleasure whenever someone complimented them. She knew that it was reflecting well on both her and Ritsuko.

Being out in public as they were Ritsuko allowed Aoi to use a trim, disposable diaper that was very discrete. However, her outer clothes were quite different. It was a fashion called gothic lolita, styles of clothing that took aspects from an earlier time, and from children's fashions. It was popular enough that no one really commented on it, and artists were supposed to be a little eccentric after all. And as mommy Ritsuko said, it helped remind Aoi of her place.

There was another thing, beyond the diaper and clothing that reminded Aoi of her place. Before leaving mommy Ritsuko had, as she often did in such situations, slid a vibrating egg into her vagina and anus. The wires trailed down to a power unit, placed in the top band of her tights. The remote unit was held by Ritsuko.

And as she spoke to a wealthy gentleman who wanted to purchase some of her works, as she began to get caught up in the excitement of her world, and what her talent could bring her, she felt a tiny tingle that told her the two eggs had begun to gently vibrate. It would not remain gentle for long.

She excused herself as soon as was polite, and began to walk, trying to keep her knees from buckling, towards the private bathroom where she would wait for mommy Ritsuko to turn the eggs off.

Across the room Ritsuko watched as Aoi made her way to the bathroom. She used her thumb to push the slider further up the remote and smiled as Aoi almost stumbled.

"She has turned out very well miss Honda," Asami said.

"Yes, she has. I don't think I properly thanked you for bringing her to me Asami." Ritsuko turned her full attention on the other woman.

"I do not need thanks. I am always happy to help you miss Honda."

Ritsuko nodded. "Still, I will think of something."

"Well, perhaps…"

"Yes."

"I was just thinking that miss Yamada's talents as a photographer are being missed right now. Perhaps you might allow her to do some work for me?"

Ritsuko thought about it for a moment, and then shook her head. "No. I am sorry Asami, but Aoi is mine." Her thumb pushed the slide control on the remote even higher.

Asami nodded. "I understand miss Honda."

"Very good," Ritsuko told her.