Chapter 7 #2
“Fuck!” The word explodes out of him and Nanny pushes my head down firmly upon his cock, the tip of it pushing past my gag reflex and into my throat.
I can feel something pulsing against my tongue as spurts of warm liquid go straight down my throat and into my stomach.
Any sound I might have made is completely cut off by the duke’s cock, and I cannot struggle because of the awful garment she put me in.
All I can do is try not to pass out as he pumps jet after jet of his pleasure between my lips for me to swallow.
When he finally relaxes his grip on my breasts and Nanny lifts my head, my mouth feels swollen, my throat sore. I gasp for air, grateful to finally be able to breathe again.
“Not bad,” the Duke says, getting to his feet and redoing the front of his trousers. “For a first time, that is. We’ll work on it.”
He pats the top of my head and I am torn between hating him and wanting to prove to him that I can do far better than ‘not bad.’
“Take care of her, Nanny, she’s going to have a long day tomorrow. Good night, Betty.”
They both look at me expectantly and I cough a little. His words fill me with dread, but there’s only one thing I can say.
“Good night, Daddy.”
Bending down, he gives me a kiss atop my head, right where he’d patted me.
I hate myself for the flush of pleasure that simple gesture gives me.
It is more than emotional, it feels almost like a physical rush that goes straight through me to my traitorous pussy, which is still slick and wet even after he used my mouth so shamelessly.
Maybe because of the way he used my mouth so shamelessly.
He saunters out the door, leaving me with Nanny. I look up at her pleadingly, pressing my thighs together. I cannot touch myself, but maybe she will… The itch between my legs is going to make it impossible for me to sleep otherwise.
“Let me help you up, good girl.” She smiles at me as she says it and a little ripple of hope rises in my breast. But a few minutes later she has me on my back in the middle of the crib that I did not want to go into.
It is surprisingly comfortable, but seeing the bars around me makes me feel even more caged than before. “Lift your bottom, Betty.”
I do so, uncertain as to what she’s doing as she pushes a cloth beneath me.
Very similar to how she put a towel beneath me while I was bound to the Duke’s bed, but I cannot imagine him climbing in here with me.
Even though one side of the bars slides down enough that I was able to get in, two people – especially when one is as large as him – would not fit in here.
As she pulls the fabric up between my legs and then places the edges of the fabric from behind me beneath the top, I realize that she is diapering me. A diaper.
“I do not need a diaper!” I thought I was done with blushing today, but it is back and worse than ever.
“You never know,” Nanny says cheerfully, as she pins the cloth into place.
It is very soft against my pussy and skin, but incredibly unwelcome.
My bottom clenches around the plug within it.
Not that I would have been able to push it out anyway, but certainly not now that there is a diaper wrapped around me!
“This will keep you from having any accidents while you sleep.”
Now it is her turn to bend down and kiss me on the forehead. I turn my head away, but she gets my temple anyway.
“Do not pout, Betty, it is unattractive.” She pinches my nipple through the fabric of the shirt thing she put me in, making me squeal. After she got me in the crib, she’d buttoned me back up, so that I am fully covered again.
Lifting the side of the crib, she locks it into place. Even if I can manage to get to my feet, I am not sure I could get over the sides of it. Certainly not without hurting myself.
A kind of despair wells up inside me. I am well and truly trapped. Even if I decide the payment is not worth it, I cannot escape. Not tonight. They have thought of everything.
I wonder how many other courtesans the Duke has lost on the first night, until they started taking such measures. Or was he always like this?
Did Madame Atout know?
Even if I did not read the contract, she could have warned me.
“Good night, little Betty,” Nanny says cheerfully, going to the side table and picking up the small gas lamp resting there to take it with her. “Get some sleep. As your Daddy said, you have a long day tomorrow.”
Staring up at the ceiling, as soon as Nanny leaves the room, I kick at the wooden spindles on my crib. It is the only thing I can do that feels like some kind of rebellion, even if I dare not do it in front of the Duke or Nanny.
In the dark, with nothing else to focus on, I can still taste him on my lips.
My pussy pulses between my legs, sore from being used and yet achingly needy from all the teasing during my bath and his fondling of my breasts while he used my mouth.
I want to touch it so bad, but nothing I do helps free my arms. All the wriggling in the world is useless.
And with the diaper cloth over my pussy, there’s only so much pressure I can manage to put on it by pressing my legs together.
My mind whirls with all the experiences.
All the sensations.
My anger at Madame Atout.
My resentment at Nanny.
And as for the Duke… I have no idea what I feel.
But tomorrow is going to be a long day. Dread fills me, with a thin trickle of excitement hiding within it.
Exhaustion finally takes over and I fall asleep, bringing the morning on far too quickly.