Mr. Lash

Britney spun towards the voice, her cheeks burning with humiliation.

"What...is...this!?" She punctuated each word with a stomp of her booty clad foot.

"It's you're new...", Mr. Lash started to respond, but Britney couldn't contain her rage.

"GET ME OUT OF...THIS," she tugged at the irremovable diaper, "RIGHT NOW!"

Britney let out a scream of frustration as Mr. Lash began to cackle. She opened her mouth to yell at him again, but with a single gesture the pacifier that hung from the ribbon around her neck plugged her luscious lips. She yanked it out with an embarrassing pop that only fueled her anger.

"I said...", she stalked towards him. With two more gestures, her hands were clad in mittens that matched her booties. Padlocks hung from the wrists. She screamed in anger.

"IF YOU DON'T LET ME OUT OF THIS NOW," she started.

"I'm getting tired of your voice." Mr. Lash used his power to plug her lips again. And this time, try as she might, she couldn't remove it. Her attempts to spit it out or talk around it only resulted in noisy suckling.

"Now then baby. Let's play..."