Limited Comfort and Care

Gina awoke to being sat up, apparently she had nodded off again while waiting. Lindsey was brushing the hard rice off Gina's body. Hooking under Gina's armpits, Lindsey started to drag the helpless mess that was Gina out of the kitchen and into the living room, diaper rustling as it slid across the tile. Every groutline and bump reminding her of the intrusion in her bottom.

Gina was laid out on the rug, the texture now feeling luxurious after the tile and rice. The binding keeping her wrists and ankles together was undone and removed. If she has the energy, Gina would have stretched. Now seeing Lindsey, she was a sleep shift and that was it. A pillow was taken from the couch to put under Gina's head, a throw blanket was tossed over the naked adult baby.

Lindsey left without a word, the sound of a vacuum indicating the kitchen was being cleaned up. Gina finally stretched her legs out, and moved her hands down, they simply rested on the front of her diaper. The white noise of a vacuum was the last thing she registered before falling asleep again.

She found herself curled up on a bed of nails, a wire cage surrounding her. The sudden switch of a light showing Lindsey, dressed as always in her leather bustier and thigh high boots with stiletto heels, today's crotchless panties were purple and black. The room was a small mud room, washing machine butted against one side of the cage. Gina was up on her hands and knees ready to be let out of her kennel.

"Good morning little bitch." Spat Lindsey.

"Every day graced with your presence is another to worship mistress!" Gina said with utter sincerity and adoration.

The kennel door was opened and Gina crawled out and waited stock still with head held high. Lindsey affixed a pronged collar around Gina, a leash clipped on. Gina dutifully followed Lindsey, looking up at the ass that she worshipped as if it was the sun. In the kitchen was Susan and Cutie, cooking up some lavish meal befitting the Mistress. Lindsey sat at the table, Gina dutifully went under and sat at Lindsey's feet. She saw Susan and Cutie's legs go to and fro, but her full concentration was on Lindsey. That's when the legs parted and Gina dove nose first to please the mistress.

"This looks fine, Susan give Cutie only...fifty swats with the cat tails." Lindsey mused over the meringue omelette and artistically sculpted fruit salad that looked blooming flowers.

Cutie bent herself over the table and hitched up her skirt. Susan took a moment to select the cat tail from an arrangement of punishment tools hung in the kitchen.

Smacks were heard, but Cutie made no noise even as blisters formed and skin was rent. Not that Gina knew or cared, she was tasting the divine juices of the mistress.

"I owe a favor to the football team, so the little bitch will be dressed up today, Susan take care of that, Cutie feed the dog and change her. I don't want her tired so no walkies, put her back to bed."

Gina redoubled her lapping and licking, mistress was taking her out and she was going to be dressed! Usually on walkies she was naked except for her diaper, mistress was blessing her with clothes! And mistress was also blessing Gina with cum as she orgasmed. A flick to her forehead was the only command she needed to back away and lower herself to the floor. It was so wonderful to pray to the mistress every morning. And a dog bowl of oatmeal, oil, and prunes was put under the table. Gina shoved her face in to greedily eat her dog food.

Once the bowl was licked clean, the leash tugged on her collar, Lindsey was gone but Susan held it, leading Gina back to the dog kennel with her nail bed. Such kindness the mistress has lavished on her when she moved the kennel from outside to inside! Gina was locked in and the lights were turned off.

Gina found herself on the kitchen floor, legs up in the air as her bottom was wiped by Cutie. Maybe tonight, if Gina was a good dog for the mistress and the football team, she would get to have that used diaper as a pillow! But such thoughts were wasteful, mistress will do as she pleases. A slight discomfort in her ass brought Gina back to focus. A buttplug was in to stop herself from embarrassing the mistress. A new diaper was taped in place. Gina was sat up and Susan was there to apply make up. Heavy eyeliner and mascara, rosy cheeks, and bright red lip stick. Today was going to be fancy! Susan then put a bib on Gina, "Put Cock Here" with an arrow pointing up. Gina almost felt too overdressed!

Lindsey entered the kitchen, took the leash, and headed out. Gina crawled behind her, as was her place. The sidewalks were burning hot by this time of day. Gravel and trash dug into Gina's flesh as she followed. Mistress must have thought about her, the pronged collar dug in as the leash was tugged. Oh how wonderful to be so blessed.

Past the parking lot and now at No Name stadium, mistress strode right into the men's locker room.

"Boys, your treat, the bitch has a plug in so feel free to take off her diaper, have a good game." Lindsey announced and unclipped the leash. Gina sat up to be kneeling, tongue dangling out as she presented an open and willing mouth. She was going to put lipstick marks on every cock and have racoon face by the time all the men had their way with her, as her mistress wanted!

That was when Gina woke up. Her lower GI was cramping badly. Here on the rug she rolled over to be on hands and knees, as best her bindings allowed. She shifted forward and back as she vainly attempted to get relief that her butt plug wouldn't allow. The pain was so much, she couldn't stop herself from crying.

The disturbance attracted Lindsey though, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Seeing Gina wailing into the carpet. The slop has done it's job. Lindsey got her phone out to start recording Gina writhing in pain. This was going to do well on Gaa-gaa Gina. Capturing this moment of Gina in such anguish. But eventually the crying turned grating and phone was put away.

Lindsey pinned Gina onto her back, and put the bindings back together to stop all the squirming and fidgets. The diaper was opened, for now heavily soaked but soon to be much worse. Lindsey carefully removed the buttplug.

Anyone who has pulled the lever of a soft serve ice cream dispenser would have a good point of reference to what followed. Lindsey did clean the mess and get a clean diaper on the helplessly dependent Gina. Lindsey was satisfied that her home ec report would get a good grade, and Gina certainly helped.