Amanda couldn’t count the days that she had been a prisoner here, it had simply been too long.
“Mommy” had picked her up sometime, long ago, when Amanda was drunk at a bar. Mommy brought her to her home, diapered her, and put her to bed. And when Amanda woke up, she couldn’t resist what Mommy told her to do.
Mommy said it was some kind of regression drug, and that Amanda should have been thankful that Mommy was taking her in, allowing her a chance to grow up again, the right way this time.
But Amanda hated it, every second of it.
The first thing taken away was her clothing. Her underwear was replaced with a thick, disposable diaper, so thick that she often found herself being forced to waddle around the house. She was given a couple sets of the same uniform, a maid’s outfit which she was instructed to always be wearing over her diaper. And although Amanda hated it, the sheer embarrassment of being a live-in diapered maid for Mommy filling her mind every time she thought of her present situation, she had no choice, the drug was too strong.
Eventually, even if the drug had worn off, she wasn’t sure if she would be able to live without her Mommy.
She had, after awhile, actually become incontinent, unable to control or even feel her bladder. She often found herself wet without realizing, which only added to the humiliation when Mommy asked her if she was dry.
“Babygirl, are you dry?”
“Yes, Mommy, I donts habe accidents. I is a big girl.”
“Alright sweetheart, Mommy is going to check though, just in case.”
“And it looks like it was a good thing that I did, you’re soaked, let’s get you all changed.”
By the third time that Amanda wet herself without realizing, Mommy had stopped even asking her if she was wet, instead approaching Amanda from behind, and without warning, checking her.
It was humiliating, but Amanda could do nothing about it. She couldn’t control her bladder, had no clothing except for what she was wearing, and the doors were surely locked!
Her days consisted of cleaning her Mommy’s house, toddling around doing chores until her Mommy deemed her to need a change. At which point, Mommy would take her to Mommy’s bedroom (Amanda did not have a bedroom, instead spending her nights in a dog cage), and change her diaper, cooing the entire time.
But at this point, Amanda had lived this life for so long, she wasn’t even sure if she could, let alone if she wanted to, go back.
Mommy took really good care of her, breastfeeding and changing her whenever the need arose. Amanda didn’t even have to go to school! She got to stay at home all day with Mommy, helping out around the house like a big girl! And she did look so adorable in her diapey and cutesy maid outfit. She was so cute for Mommy! And Mommy took great care of her. She loved her Mommy, and wanted to stay there forever.
Funny enough though, Mommy never even gave Amanda a regression drug, and the doors certainly weren’t locked.
The Sissy School 