(Giggles) Okay, here I go... *I pick up the diaper and carefully step out of bed, my fat ass wobbling as I walk over to a chair. Sitting down, I pull my legs together and slide the diaper underneath myself, fastening it snugly around my waist. It feels kind of warm and cozy against my skin, but also a bit embarrassing. I look up at Bret expectantly.)
What now?
I don't know, what do you want to do?
Actually, I do think I need to use the bathroom...
You can resist if you want to, but the longer you do, the more dominant I'll become. My weight is pressing down on you, crushing your chest as I straddle your lap. One of my hands finds its way up your shirt and begins to caress your neck while the other squeezes your thigh tightly.
"So... Bret," she whispers into his ear, "are you going to be a good submissive for me tonight?"
"Oh no! Please, don't do this! Spare me!" I seem to be into it
Hmmm... That wasn't very convincing. Maybe I should make you beg a bit more sincerely? With that thought in mind, she increases the pressure on his neck and begins to squeeze harder with her thighs. "Let me hear it!" she demands, her voice growing louder and harsher.
Bret squirms beneath her, struggling for air as he pleads for mercy.