Free Baby Cage by Devon Shire Page B

unsoiled.
    “I’m not sure I believe you.”
    “I’m dry! You just checked!” My voice started to fray, turning frenzied with my desperation. Without even meaning too, I writhed on the table, my restraints taut as I struggled against the manacles which held me there and under his power.
    “And you’ll stay dry?”
    “Yes! As long as I can.” My voice dropped several decibels because I had to confess the truth, “But I won’t be able to hold it forever. No one can.”
    “That was very honest of you, baby girl, so you know what? I’m going to give you a chance to prove you really are a big girl for me.”
    It sounded too good to be true, yet I started to believe I might be able to convince him to let me go. What if it was all Kayla? What if Seth didn’t really want to keep me as a diapered pet? I had to hope. “What do I have to do?”
    “You have to keep from wetting your diaper for five minutes. Do you think you can handle that?”
    “Yes, obviously.” Derision colored my answer.
    “So confident. So brave.” Seth grazed his fingertips along the flat of my stomach. The warmth of his touch tingled through my skin. He worked his way further and further up my torso until his nails touched the bottom curve of my breasts. I bit down on my lower lip again, wondering what he intended.
    Seth placed his palm on my right breast. He didn’t do anything else. I remained motionless. I didn’t even struggle against the straps. But I couldn’t hold it back for long. Desire coiled through me like a loaded spring. I felt heat gather beneath the cover of my diaper. The warmth intensified as a storm of excitement danced throughout my body.
    I swallowed; I started to writhe again. It wasn’t an intentional struggle anymore. I wasn’t moving in the hopes of breaking away or slipping free. Instead, I just had to move. I had to burn off some of the excess energy I found storming between my nerves.
    My nipples hardened, and I felt myself get even wetter. The need to pee started to fade as a wholly different instinct took over.
    “Twitchy girl,” said Seth with a baleful grin.
    I wanted to tell him to screw off. Instead, I managed to straighten my features and hide my arousal. My breast ground against his palm, which he kept in the same spot. “Settle down, little girl. Then we can start your test.”
    The heat spread up my pale skin. It seemed as though all of my flesh glowed with desire. I wanted to feel his touch. I wanted to know how it would feel to have his finger, tongue, or penis between my legs. The thought made me twitch again, but I buried my desires and settled down. Within another ten, maybe fifteen seconds, I relaxed and felt the craving for his attention begin to fade.
    Seth pulled his hand back, plucked his phone from his pocket, and announced, “The game is simple, diaper girl. If you can keep from wetting for five minutes, I will let you go. I won’t even stop you if you waddle off.” He flicked my nose again, reminding me of how pathetic my first attempt had really been.
    “Fine. Can we start?”
    “Right now,” he punched a button, I heard a beep, and he flashed the screen. A timer ticked down from five minutes. At 4:55, Seth tucked his phone back in his pocket. I could only hope it would buzz or shout with an alarm once the time hit zero.
    “I’m going to win,” I said to fill the silence.
    Seth just watched me. He shook his head.
    Narrowing my eyes, I tried to think of something better to say. Instead, I started to wonder if he had lied to me. Why not? They already had me against my will, so it wouldn’t take much to simply keep me, no matter what promises I made.
    “You look pensive, little girl.”
    My mouth hardened again, “I’m not sure if I can trust you to keep your word. How can I know you’ll really let me go?”
    “I believe in telling the truth.”
    “That’s not much of an answer.” The frustration prompted me to tug on my straps again. They tightened and kept me down