Was there a law against driving a car under the influence of depression? Sure, it wasn’t as obviously dangerous as, say, drugs or alcohol but there was something to be said for the way that a sad state of mind had trouble reacting to the world around it. Still, perhaps, that was the point. If things were to end right now, on the highway at night, it’d be a lot easier than having to face life tomorrow.
The White Ribbon. She must’ve seen the sign a million times. Ever since she was a little girl, driving up this road with her parents, she had seen that sign. It was a bar…or something. At least, that’s how she remembered it being described to her once. She liked the idea of it being a “something” more than she liked it being a bar. Bars were just dimly lit smoke-infested pits of self-despair, and she could get enough of that at home. Hell, that’s why she left home.
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Rosie stood nervously in front of a strange door in a strange hallway. There was nothing outwardly strange about them. It could have been any other apartment door in any other hallway, but the reason she was here was certainly strange.
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by The Unthinker
Evan sighed and breathed in the cool night air. It was late spring, close enough that summer would be coming soon but still brisk at night. Usually he would have stayed inside but tonight he had a once in a lifetime chance to watch a meteor splinter directly overhead in the night sky. He checked his watch. It wouldn’t be long now.
There was a flash as it hit the edge of the atmosphere and then little white pieces flew in all directions like some kind of eerie firework. It lasted less than a minute. Evan watched until they had faded and then walked back to his house. Such large meteors were rare, and even rarer that they hit the atmosphere so directly. The chances that it would happen right over his small town, it was amazing.
Sydney walked into school the next morning, bleary eyed and grumbling. One month, she had one month until she graduated. Honestly she didn’t see the point of school, she was doing it for her mother.
The bell rang. She checked the clock. No point going to her first period class, the teacher never took attendance anyways. She wandered towards the nearest bathroom where she knew she would hide from any inquisitive teachers until second period.
She was so busy staring at her phone that she didn’t even notice her outfit changing as she walked into the bathroom. She absentmindedly tugged at her jeans to adjust her underwear which seemed to have gotten bunched up. Except her jeans seemed to disappear in her hand and she touched plastic.
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Chapter 1: The Rules
“Here are the rules,” she said. “There will be no sex. No unnecessary touching of privates. You may undress me as part of your… play, and feel free to admire my body, but look with your eyes, not your hands or, god forbid, your dick. Got it?”
Jonathan nodded. “Of course.”
“Good. Everything will happen in private. If you want to do public play, we will renegotiate. If at any point I say the word ‘roses,’ you will immediately stop whatever you’re doing. Oh, and I take payment in advance.”
He nodded again. “Absolutely. I won’t hurt you. Quite the opposite. I want to take care of you. That’s kind of my thing.” Jonathan handed her the cash, and she put it away in her purse.
“Okay, then the formal shit is taken care of. I’m yours until tomorrow morning, unless you break our contract. Starting now.”
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‘No Cindy! I want the report completed and done right now!’ Yelled Margaret as she started to change her daughter’s diaper, ‘Look I can’t fax you the details, I’m changing my daughters diaper’
Margaret groaned as she cooed toward her baby girl Sarah, who is babbling and playing with the mobile over her. She taped up the diaper and carry her out of the nursery. ‘We’ll get it done ok?’ She hung up as she put her phone back in her suit jacket, she looked at a mirror, her neat short black hair in a stunning suit, her husband is a lucky guy to have this bombshell as a wife.
‘Ok let’s get you dressed for daycare’ she grab a pink dress and dress Sarah in it. Sarah giggles as she lift up her dress. ‘No Sarah, that’s a no no’ she pull it down, ‘save it for when you’re in your twenties’ she winked as she grab her keys and they walk out of the house.
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“David, I’m going to the mall, keep your eye on Susie?” mother called up the stairs.
“O.K. mum,” I called back, my heart rate picking up.
As soon as she was out the door I searched through her bedroom for the rings that I’d seen her and dad use. Dad was an archaeologist, he had obtained these rings from an Arabian associate, they were very, very special.
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It was a Friday afternoon and I was round at Jakes house, we were both in his living room playing on his Xbox whilst his mother was doing some paper work.
I’d met Jake through school, we were both aged 15 at the time and I’d be at the same school since I was age 11, Jake however had moved from a different school about a month ago so we hadn’t known each other that long, but we were fast become best friends which was great because whilst I’d made lots of friends I hadn’t got anyone else I would say is a “best” friend.
We were getting on so well we had already decided that same day to have a sleepover that evening.
Jake had just beaten me on a racing game that we were playing, text on the screen said ‘GAME OVER’ which was kind of a relief as I needed the bathroom anyway.
I told Jake I did and he told me his bathroom was upstairs.
“Back in a minute” I said as I got up and made my way slowly upstairs.
As I made my way to the top, I overheard Jake and his mother start talking: I could hear them pretty well and was curios at the time if they’d say anything about me.
“Jake honey” his mother said “I know your friends staying over tonight but you still have to wear a diaper tonight as usual”
“Yeah whatever” Jake replied as if implying he would but she didn’t need to point out the obvious.
I stood there at the top of the stairs still as a statue; I felt a mixture of surprise and excitement and had butterflies in my tummy. This news to be honest was brilliant to hear as I wore diapers to.
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