Free Baby Cage by Devon Shire Page A

would compromise my chance at freedom.
    Bracing myself, I reached for the door. Before I could touch it though, the door swung outward and Seth smiled down at me. He didn’t seem shocked or even surprised that I had made my way out of the crib.
    He snatched me up in his arms and carried me over to the changing table. The whole way there, I tried to break his hold and called out, “Let me go! Let me go!” Seth ignored me.
    “Naughty girl. Did you think you were going to wander off and play by yourself?” he shook his head. “No, you’re going to stay here and be a good girl. Yes, you are.”
    “You can’t do this to me,” I said again. I had repeated those words so often. They were starting to lose any meaning, even to me.
    “I will get away,” I told him, my voice steeled and determined. I wanted to see him flinch or appear concerned, if only for a second. He didn’t. Instead, he shook his head again, patted me on the head, and reminded me how I looked so cute.
    In a flash, he seemed to forget about my escape attempt. Instead, he asked, “Are you ready for your bath?”
    “I don’t need a bath. I’m perfectly clean.”
    “Are you now?” he asked, “So have you wet your diaper yet?”
    “No,” I said. “And I’m not going to.” Again, I made my stare hard and cold. I wanted him to take me seriously. He had to realize what they were doing couldn’t work. They couldn’t regress me against my will.
    As those thoughts played out, Seth pushed me down onto my back. I wanted to resist, but he was stronger. He grabbed one of my wrists and slipped it back into the restraint. A second more and the manacle tightened, binding my right side. A sense of dread started to work its way through me since I didn’t know what he had planned. I mean, they had to tie me down to diaper me in the first place, but I still had it on.
    What else could he do?
    He took another moment to secure my feet. I tried to kick away, but he latched onto my ankles, forced my legs down one at a time, and quickly had them tied to the changing table as well. I struggled against my bonds, but just like before, they held me fast. It didn’t matter how hard I pulled, they were sturdy. Clearly, Seth and Kayla had put a lot of time and effort into getting things ready for my captivity.
    “So if I checked your diaper, you’d be nice and dry like a big girl?”
    “I am a big girl!” I couldn’t believe I said those words. Backtracking, I spoke again, “I mean, I’m an adult.”
    “But you’re diapered,” he told me. Without waiting for another answer, Seth slid his hand down into my diaper. I felt my pussy respond at once. A jolt of mixed hope and desire assaulted my sense of outrage. I remembered the way Kayla touched me. Now I wanted Seth to do the same. No, my body wanted it. I wanted to get away. That’s what I kept repeating to myself anyway, a mantra of defiance and denial. “Only little girls have to be diapered to keep them from making messes.” He nodded again and tightened his lower lip with mock seriousness.
    My fingers clenched into fists as I imagined myself smacking him across the cheek. I wanted him to respect me. I had worked so hard to prove myself, but now he had me tied to a changing table.
    I didn’t know it yet, but things were about to get so much worse.
    “Now, it seems you really are dry.”
    “I keep telling you, I shouldn’t be in diapers.”
    “Why is that?” he seemed to regard me seriously for a moment.
    A flicker of hope sprang to life. He was watching me with such sincerity. He regarded me almost as an adult, and I wanted to take this moment to prove that I shouldn’t have been there.
    I licked my lower lip and tried to stifle my eagerness. I didn’t want him to sense my desperation. “I’m dry because I can control myself. I really can.” Yes, the desire to pee and empty my bladder was starting to burn as the pressure pushed out, but I remained strong. More importantly, my diaper remained