Asking permission.

"You are no longer independent. If you ever want anything you have to ask me for permission. It makes sense that this relieves stress right? You don't have to take any of your actions in consideration because someone else does that for you."

Kirsten was still a bit too shocked to have that outlook.

"You mean I can't decide what I do? I can't get a drink? I can't get my phone if it's not near me? I can't go to the toilet by myself?"

"Exactly" said Sarah. "You can sit down at the table and I'll give you a laptop to watch some Netflix, and if you want to do anything else you have to ask me."

Before she could answer Sarah took her to the table and put her down. She grabbed the leash that was attached to her neck and tied it to the table.

"If you need anything just yell for me. I'm always around."

Kirsten was perplexed.

"Is this safe? What if a fire breaks out or something?"

"I'm taking your responsibility Kirsten. You don't need to worry about anything, I'll do that. That's the point of today for you."

Kirsten looked at the laptop in front of her. She didn't like this at all. This wasn't her. But to be fair that was the point of today. Despite it all she felt extremely comfortable in the diaper. The collar however tugged at her neck, but she got used to it quickly.