Lady Lucia

The Babysitter, Part 65

The next hour was not as peaceful as it should have been.

Objectively, sure. The kitchen was quiet, and the ritual of working on homework–even homework that wasn’t mine–was more ...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Fourteen

I wasn’t a virgin, though I had also never touched myself in front of anyone else. Others might be into doing that mutually, but I typically had my hands on my partner and vice versa.

The Weekend Visit, Part 47

Did I really have to do this?

I definitely didn’t want to wear the wet padding for longer than I already had. Not only was it gross and uncomfortable, but the rash I had down there w...

Westridge Academy, Part Three

Amelia was barely awake.

Like a lot of other Westridge girls, she set her alarm for 7 AM. It gave her a reasonable amount of time to shower, put on her uniform, and grab...

A Halloween Dare

“I dare you to go Trick or Treating!”

This was why Olivia hated Truth or Dare. As one of the more reserved girls amongst her peers, the best she could do was ‘survive’ such a g...

The Babysitter, Part 64

After an embarrassing generous pour of the baby powder, Noelle finally pulled the diaper around me and made sure it was nice and tight before taping it up.

She wasn’t done there, how...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Thirteen

Bridget pursed her lips in a smile that was both smug and sultry. It was a far cry from how she looked at me when we were classmates, though I wouldn’t necessarily say it was better. I was...

The Weekend Visit, Part 46

Everyone in the kitchen must have known my answer before I said a single word.

My cheeks were probably as pink as my dress as Kate blatantly asked about the state of my diapers in fron...

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The Conference, Part Thirteen

I was in no position to complain.

While Larissa couldn’t leave me tied up indefinitely, I could see her delaying my freedom if I said anything that wasn’t to her liking. At least I...

The Babysitter, Part 63

This was the point of no return. It was the definition of that phrase.

The whole ‘Miley’ experience was particularly frustrating because I was normally a rather hones...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Twelve

Annabelle patted the spot next to her on the sofa. Normally, that kind of gesture would be a flirty invitation. Of course, there was nothing normal about the dynamic between me and the Annab...

The Weekend Visit, Part 45

Like the previous morning, I woke up to the sun in my face and in diapers that were no longer dry.

Quietly groaning to myself in frustration, as wetting the bed two nights in a row m...

Westridge Academy, Part Two

Aside from Westridge being a new school, and the fact that Amelia was too old to be attending a boarding school, it was surprisingly easy for her to settle into the daily schedule once Monda...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Eleven

“W-what?” I stammered.

I’m not sure what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t that.

“An orgasm,” Annabelle repeated, “Come on, Mere. You’re way too old to be scar...

The Babysitter, Part 62

Lie down? But, why?

The convenience of pull-ups, not that I considered wearing them a convenience when I was perfectly capable of making it to the bathroom on time when girls like Paig...

The Conference, Part Twelve

“That’s what I thought.” Her lips were still pursed in that smug smile, as she gazed down at my bound self. Then, in the same frustrating tease as before, she guided my tip to her entr...

The Weekend Visit, Part 44

After such a long and humiliating day, there was no arguing with Kate. If I hadn’t been able to keep her from walking me downstairs with my diapers blatantly on display, I probably wasn’...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Ten

My eyes widened at the time limit suddenly thrust upon me.

If it were water, I could probably knock back a glass this size in a matter of seconds. Wine was a whole different story. Ho...

The Babysitter, Part 61

Paige affirmed that she didn’t mind helping out. I was her little sister, after all. Plus her friends were over all the time, and they were fine hanging out without her for a...

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Westridge Academy, Part One (The Teaching Assistant, Arc Two)

Author's Note: Upon skimming the first arc for a couple details relevant to this one, I realized that Amelia was initially supposed to audit classes on a Monday, yet mo...

The Conference, Part Eleven

I was normally better at coming up with witty retorts. Of course, it was easier to do so in a professional environment, while Larissa and I were wearing clothes. And when I wasn’t a simple...

The Babysitter, Part 60

Telling Noelle right away made perfect sense in theory.

Stalling wouldn’t get me anywhere and, even if I could somehow keep this from Noelle long enough to come up with a plan, Paig...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Nine

I paused outside Annabelle’s suite.

The last time I had walked in on her and Bridget, they had been making out on the sofa. At least I was prepared for such things now, and could bra...

The Weekend Visit, Part 43

I so badly wanted to say anything but what Kate was prompting me to in front of our aunt. A reminder of how this was only supposed to be an ‘experiment’ or whatever she had...

The Conference, Part Ten

Was she serious?

I had already been tied up for so long. Absurd as her teasing was, it was tough to avoid checking out her cleavage while she was leaning towards me in such a way. Especially ...

The Babysitter, Part 59

The whole room went quiet and still for a few seconds.

Paige’s friends and the real Miley clearly needed to process what Paige had just said so casually. Meanwhile, I was speechless ...

Annabelle & Bridget, Part Eight

Trixie was on the other side of the room, dusting the baby grand piano that could have probably gone another month without being cleaned in such a way. At least, that’s the way my low/midd...

The Teaching Assistant, Part 60

The discussion didn’t last much longer. Not that it was really a discussion to begin with.

It all felt so surreal.

Being perceived as a student by everyone around her, having ...