Tied

ABAlex2

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I was walking down the street with the sun shining in my eye. I put my hand up to block it, and had to move as I almost ran into a dark street sign I couldn’t see.

“Fuck,” I said.

My mind swarmed with images, of dozens of nightmares and terrors. Every one was a possibility, every one was wrong but seemed right when I saw it.

“Hey watch where you’re going!” someone shouted at me. A horn honked.

I looked at the driver, in a blue sedan, and shrugged. “Sorry,” I shouted back, but it came as more of a whisper. I kept walking.

My stomach twisted, and I felt sick.

I could have been killed back there. Could have, but probably wouldn’t have. How many times was I almost killed walking down the street?

The thought came through my head with the rest of the images. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, but that I didn’t care about it in the right way. What life had I left if I died then? Would I have a legacy? Another image- an empty funeral home, a few people going by to laugh. 30 years old and nothing to show for it.

I made it to the office almost on time. Almost. It was only five minutes, but I could feel the eyes on me as I went through the golden coloured halls.

I made it to my office where my boss was waiting. He was tall, dark haired- it bothered me that he had done so much but wasn’t old enough to have grey hair yet, he might only be a few years above me- and his name was…

Fuck.

I forgot his name. I really hope he doesn’t ask.

Wait. He was at my desk? What for? Was there something wrong? Did I forget something? Was I supposed to be in early? Am I being fired?

My breathing got short, the images returned.

I took this job because it seemed safe. I had different plans once. I would have been a doctor, a surgeon, save lives and make more money but…

How many years in school was that? What if I failed?

I had told myself this was safer. Maybe later, when I was doing well, I could take time and pursue something more advanced, and then it wouldn’t matter if I succeeded or not because I’d still have money. Nice and safe.

Nice and safe.

Except it didn’t feel that way. What I thought was going to be easy ended up being years at the bottom, struggling to get noticed, feeling like a failure after every mistake, and oh so many mistakes.

If I couldn’t even do this well, how would I do anything else?

The boss was smiling.

Was there a joke? Was he laughing at me, something I wore? Was it condescending? Was he happy I’d be going?

What was behind a smile?

“Good morning Toby, how are you doing?” he asked. Voice sounded friendly, but my guard was still up.

“I’m fine…” Nope, no name came to mind now either. “…Sir. How are you?”

“I’m doing well thank you. I wanted to thank you for your effort on…”

Thank me for the effort? Was that good or bad? Like he knew I tried but didn’t exp…

Shit he was still talking.

“So,” he said. He slammed a folder of papers down on my desk with force. He had the firm movement of someone who was used to being in charge. Voice always loud, movements always dynamic, the sort of thing people might call dynamic. Perfect for a middle management businessman, or a genocidal dictator. “I have a new project for you to do. Don’t stress to much over it, there is plenty of time, but I think it will help you grow as an employee.”

I smiled at him. I hope the smile seemed real.

But seriously, was it Mitchel? Michael? Michane? Was the last one an actual name? None of them seemed right.

“Thanks sir! I’ll get right on that.”

Grown as an employee. As in stay there, forever, and ever. Forget dying that morning, even worse would be the same but of old age. 90 years old, on my death bed, and what to show for it? I grew as an employee once, yippee yay for me. There is a lot of random papers that wouldn’t have been signed if I didn’t carry them to the person who normally signed them so that they could be seen by the person who could approve them for another person to implement them after having them approved by the person who approve them for me to carry them to the person who signed them so that they could be seen by the person who could approve them for the next guy to implement them so someone else could do them.

Would be nice to be the person who did them. Or the guy signed them so that they could be seen by the person who could approve them for the next guy to implement them so someone else could do them. He had a hire pay grade. I could try to be the person who could approve them for the next guy to implement them so someone else could do them, but that was probably reaching to far. I was 30 and an intern, after all. Even then I wasn’t perfect, I had misspelled “higher” earlier when writing about pay grades.

Perhaps this wasn’t the right career for me after all. There was a time I had thought I could do anything. I did so well in school, all sorts of extracurriculars, everyone talked about the placed I’d go.

Never specified where, just “places.”-

But here I was. But what If I just left? That was 6 years of work down the drain.

30, really. 6 years at the company, but I’d probably need to start from scratch really. Maybe even go back to school, study something…

More images. Going back to school, being the oldest person in a university, thinking that was an advantage as their youthful vigor outpaced me, all of them laughing, going to parties as I was alone…

My stomach was worse than before. Was it something I ate?

I could take more night classes. I was in a few, but I could do more. I could sign up tonight…

I kicked myself. No, tonight I needed to exercise first. I hadn’t the last few days, I missed it. So I needed to work, go home, go to the gym, workout, back home, shower, eat something, look at classes.

I also needed to grocery shop at some point. I could do that the next day, but that was Friday, and I had an appointment with the other person I called “Sir.”

 

ABAlex2

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(Side note, despite the first person, this story isn't about the usual "Alex" character I sometimes use)
 

ABAlex2

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“And so?” he asked. His looks were always striking to me. Tall, thick, arms carved like a statue, I spent years in the gym and couldn’t look like that.

I avoided his gaze. His blue eyes always felt like they were burning me.

Most eyes did if I looked right at them, but these ones more.

“Well?”

“I just, I had a lot of work to do,” I said
.
He reached a hand to my face. Gently, he cupped it under my chin and turned it toward him. He met my gaze with a searching expression.

His eyes didn’t seem as hard to meet ass they had before. I felt myself fall into them like an abyss, and couldn’t pull myself out.

“You look like you haven’t slept all week. What have you been doing at night?

“Just, things.”

“Answer me,” his voice was hard. I wanted to answer it. And answer to it.

“I just have had trouble sleeping. My stomach always turns. I think its something I’ve been eating. I don’t have much time to sleep as it is, and most of that I spend away in bed.”

He nodded. “What have you been doing before you go to bed?”

“I’ve been exercising. I’ve been planning different things. I’ve been studying and…”

“Planning what?”

“Just… things.”

“What things?”

“My life. I make different plans, but they never seem right. I think about a lot of them.”

He nodded again. “That’s what I thought. Come with me.”

He took me by the hand and dragged me through his house. I always wondered how he could afford all this. Almost no one I knew could afford a house on their own anymore. I always wanted to be able to, but I wasn’t sure if I it would ever happen.

More images, and my stomach turned.

Most of the home was dimly lit, and the walls were painted in a dark red. There were paintings hanging all over the place. Cheap prints, mainly, but they looked nice. He took me up a flight of carpeted stairs and to closed door.

I felt my chest get tight.

He opened it, and took me into a bedroom. It was simple, with a single night stand, shut closet and a large bed in the center with barred head and footboards.
“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yes sir,” I said.

“Get on the bed. Lie down on your back and put your hands above your head.”

I followed the instruction. “Like this?” I said.

He nodded. “That will do. Now stay still.”

He left the room for a minute, and came back in holding a pair of hand cuffs. He walked to the bed, knelt beside me. He attached them to one of my wrists, wrapped the chain around a bar in the head board, and attached it to the other, so that I couldn’t move them away from it.

He left again. This time he came back with a white glistening rectangle which he lay down beside me. He undid my belt buckle and pulled down my pants and underwear.

I began to get excited. I was lying there, helpless, half naked… he could anything he wanted to me. My mind filled with possibilities.

But why had he kept my shirt on?

He smiled at me and shook his head. “Lift your butt up,” he commanded. I obeyed.

He then took the white object and unfolded it in front of me into an hourglass shape.

“A diaper? Why a diaper?” I asked.

“Shhh,” he replied.

He lay it underneath me, then motioned me down on it. I obeyed, and he taped it on.

He went to the foot of the bed. I could barely breath, wondering what he was going to do next. He took a blanket that was folded there, and to my surprise he spread it over me. He then knelt beside my head and cradled it.

“Just resting,” he said.

“Are we going to…”

“No, we are not.”

I gasped. He was rubbing his hands through my hair. It was something I hadn’t felt in years.

A warmth spread from his hands. It went down through my head, easing the pictures in my head, slowing them, loosening my chest. I felt the knots in my stomach began to unwind.

“You’ve been working too hard. You’ve been stressing too much, and worrying to often. Its time for you to rest.”

“But what if…”

“No,” he said. “You agreed you’d do as I said?”

“Yes but I didn’t mean…”

“You agreed you’d do as I say?” he asked again.

I looked at him, trying to see any sign of a joke, but his eyes were serious. “Yes sir,” I said.

“Good. I’m telling you to sleep. That is your task, your law, the only thing you need to worry about.”

“But what about…”

He put a hand on my mouth and shook his head. “Don’t make me gag you, though I imagine you’d like that too. You have your orders. Feel this?” He reached to the handcuffs and pulled on them, making a clanking sound against the wooden bars.

“Yes,” I nodded. His hands went through my hair again, and I felt my eyelids get heavy.

“There is nothing else you can do. All those things you’re worried about, all those plans, you can’t touch any of them. You are tied here and there is nothing you can do except sleep, so don’t even think about it. You’re wearing your diaper so you don’t have an excuse to get up, and if you need water tell me.” He kept rubbing.

“But what about…”

“No, shhhhh. Sleep.”
 

kittygirl666

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this is a really good story but can you make it to where you(the character )starts fighting the diapers but slowly accepts them
i started the story called the diaper catgirl
 

chamberpot

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interesting story , I spent my whole life laying awake wondering where I went wrong yet succeeding in everything I took on ..this was like reading my life
 

NinjaPizza

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Pretty cool story. It's naughty, but it's a "cozy and warm" kind of naughty. I wonder if our main character's up for a serious "pampering?"

Just to be clear, the "Sir" in the second half is not the boss from the first half. Right?

Oh, and I'm glad Toby was left alone to sleep without being gagged. Generally speaking, it's not safe to sleep with a gag, unless your dom is nearby watching and able to take it out the moment you show difficulty breathing. But I'd think even that's not perfectly safe.

Anyway, thanks for sharing, and I hope you write more!
 

ABAlex2

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this is a really good story but can you make it to where you(the character )starts fighting the diapers but slowly accepts them
i started the story called the diaper catgirl
Sorry, I already have the main plot laid out. I have a few other stories about people fighting diapers and ending up in them anyway but this isn't the right type of story for it
 

ABAlex2

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interesting story , I spent my whole life laying awake wondering where I went wrong yet succeeding in everything I took on ..this was like reading my life
I am sorry to hear that, but I'm glad you can identify with the story :)
 

ABAlex2

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Pretty cool story. It's naughty, but it's a "cozy and warm" kind of naughty. I wonder if our main character's up for a serious "pampering?"

Just to be clear, the "Sir" in the second half is not the boss from the first half. Right?

Oh, and I'm glad Toby was left alone to sleep without being gagged. Generally speaking, it's not safe to sleep with a gag, unless your dom is nearby watching and able to take it out the moment you show difficulty breathing. But I'd think even that's not perfectly safe.

Anyway, thanks for sharing, and I hope you write more!
LOL yes thats right. Not the same person :p
Thanks for saying so, I'm glad you like it :) There will be more up soon!
 

ABAlex2

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I sat at the side of a white, square table. My coworkers surrounded it idly chatting, and boss what’s his name was setting up a white board.

Thrilling scene, I know.

Boss what’s his name looked at his watch. “She should be here any minute now. I don’t think she said she was going to cancel.”

Melissa, tall, blond haired and always smiling, checked her phone. “No, she hasn’t sent an email yet.”

“Well then we oh hello Caroline!” he said. Caroline was easy to remember, sort of like a stop motion movie but not.

A tall dark woman with her hair in a close, severe bun walked in.

I suppose there was nothing really “severe” about the bun itself. Hair can’t really be severe, per say, it just sort of is. On another person it might have been a jolly bun, or a silly one, or a sad one. However, her personality, and more my impression of her personality as she was my boss’ boss, made most things she did seem severe. She smiled a severe smile, waved a severe wave, and held out her hand for a severe handshake.

“Hello Scott,” she said, and shook my boss’ hand.

Ah yes, Scott. Should be easy to remember because it reminded me of a sitcom I saw once, but I got the first name confused with the last.

She went around the table saying hello. When she got to me, she said “Ah, Toby! You’re looking well today! You just get back from vacation?”

I smiled. I had gotten several comments. Amazing what months of mild sleep deprivation followed by actually sleeping for once could do.

“Not really,” I laughed. “Just been feeling good. How are you ma’am?”

“Good, good,” she said. “Alright let’s get to it. So, what have you covered for the last two weeks?”

This was a regular meeting we had twice a month. She’d go around to each section in our building, talk about what they had accomplished, what their goals are, what they were working on, and whatever else she wanted. It was supposed to boost workplace morale while keeping track of everything. The boss would write everything down on our board and list her comments to go over when she was gone. I normally zoned out until it was my time to speak.

“And Toby, what have you been working on?” she asked, turning her severe toothy grin to me.

“A few things! I’m still doing the weekly updates.”

“Yes I saw that! Very helpful!”

“I’ve also finished my report on new areas of development and took on a new project on reducing task overlap which is coming along well. Finally, I’m still doing my extra position monitoring redundancy.”

“Great! And what about your research into applying konsensasu theory here?”

I drew a blank. I felt my mouth hanging open for longer then it should. What was that word? Was it English? Some kind of jargon? “What?” I finally got out.

She scrunched her eyebrows in a severe, pensive look. “I had asked for that by the end of the week?” She looked at Scott.

Scott, in turn, met her gaze then looked at me. “Yes I thought I emailed you about that.”

There it was. The memory came back up. He had sent it at the end of the day, and I flagged it but forgot it by the next day. I shook my head. “I’m sorry, I totally forgot.”

She waved her hand in a severe, dismissive gesture. “That is alright. Its not due yet, and honestly I don’t mind if its late. Just give me what you have when you get it.”

She moved on, but I was still thinking about it.

I screwed up. I tried to tell myself it was nothing, but it was wrong, and my boss ended up looking bad. How would he react?

Caroline said her goodbyes then left, leaving Scott to take over to review. Once Caroline was out of ear shot, Melissa leaned into me.

“OOOOO you got in trouble!” she teased.

I didn’t respond but felt my face drain of color.

Scott waved his hand. “Its alright. He still has time, and its no big deal. Anyway, you’ve deadlines before too.”
Somehow his words didn’t help. Even if he was kind about it, I still knew I let everyone down, and they all saw it. I felt as if I was naked in front of all of them, a long built mirage faded.
Scott was still talking and I tried to follow, but could barely pay attention.
 
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