Bossed Around

Chapter IV

The morning light seeped through the curtains of the cabin, casting a warm glow over the room. Lydia smiled at nothing and reveled in the control she had over Victoria.

Her boss was helpless and diapered and locked in a crib in the other room. How absolutely thrilling was that?

She would do whatever Lydia asked if she asked twice, she was that submissive.

Lydia got up and ready for the day, she put on some shorts and a tshirt, not bothering with a bra and walked to her little girl's room.

She opened the door gently, her eyes immediately finding Victoria, who was still sleeping soundly beside her. A small smile tugged at the corners of Lydia's lips as she watched the gentle rise and fall of Victoria's chest, the remnants of yesterday's events lingering in her mind like a sweet memory.

With a soft hum, Lydia reached over and gently shook Victoria's shoulder. "Time to wake up, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice both soft and commanding. Victoria groaned, her body instinctively curling away from Lydia's touch, seeking refuge in the last moments of sleep.

But Lydia was patient. She sat up, pulling the blankets away from Victoria's body, revealing her in all her vulnerable, diapered state. The sight of Victoria like this—helpless, dependent—filled Lydia with a deep sense of satisfaction.

"No, not yet..." Victoria mumbled, trying to delay the inevitable. But Lydia was having none of it.

"Up you get," Lydia insisted, her voice firmer now. "No more hiding under the covers," she tugged the blanket away, exposing Victoria's diaper-clad form. Victoria felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment, the humiliation of her situation cutting through the morning haze.

Lydia leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from Victoria's face. "Look at that, dry all night. That's a good girl," she praised, her tone almost maternal. Victoria swallowed hard, unable to meet Lydia's eyes.

Victoria stirred, blinking groggily as the reality of her situation dawned on her. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she felt the familiar bulk between her legs—a constant reminder of how far she had fallen under Lydia's control.

"Come on, let's get you dressed," Lydia said, sliding out of bed and offering Victoria a hand. Reluctantly, Victoria took it, allowing Lydia to pull her to her feet. As they walked to the bathroom, Victoria's stomach churned, a persistent pressure building in her lower abdomen. She had been holding it for so long, trying to avoid another humiliation, but now the pressure was becoming unbearable.

She splashed cold water on her face, hoping to clear her mind, but the gnawing sensation in her stomach only grew stronger. Lydia, meanwhile, was busy rummaging through the suitcase, pulling out a short skirt and a simple top. When she turned back to Victoria, she noticed the slight tension in her posture, the way Victoria's hands clutched the edge of the sink.

"Something wrong?" Lydia asked, her voice deceptively casual. Victoria shook her head quickly, her heart racing. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer, but the thought of what would happen if she didn't... it was too humiliating to even consider.

"No, I'm fine," Victoria lied, forcing a smile. Lydia raised an eyebrow but didn't press the issue. Instead, she handed Victoria the clothes, watching as Victoria hesitated, eyeing the skirt with obvious unease.

"Is there a problem?" Lydia asked, her tone a touch more stern now. Victoria swallowed hard, shaking her head again.

"No, it's just... the skirt is a bit... short," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

"It's perfect," Lydia replied firmly, leaving no room for further discussion. "Now, hurry up and let's get you changed."

With trembling hands, Victoria complied, she stood still as her assistant undressed her and put her in humiliatingly inappropriate clothes, but that was her life right now.