![]() ![]() They may be true, he knew, but he tended to believe the rumor that the institute simply needed to sell certain number of submissive to operate and did what was necessary to keep going. Alex had a mix of these, with the same accusations of brattiness and immaturity that most who ended up in diapers got. Vague allegations of minor crimes, poor behavior, a likeliness of future crimes or failures, internet search histories, having failed some kind of government test- there were plenty. Many had similar stories, or were dragged from public places kicking and screaming, or got into cabs that went in completely the wrong directions… There was a long list. He had simply went to bed one night after drinking at a bar, blacked out, and woken up already locked and dressed in the institute, with his form of submissiveness and master chosen for him. Trying to look tough, with tattoos on their arms and glares on their faces, until they realized this just made them all the more ridiculous.Īlex was in a final category- those who had no idea at all why he was brought. They stood out at first in the first days at the institute. They had committed clear crimes, were put on trial, and plea-bargained out of jail or were sentenced directly. Some of them had obvious reasons for going. He definitely would have.Īlex, for himself, was one of the many who had been chosen against their will. ![]() He shifted uncomfortably in his binds, his arms getting stiff, and his diaper beginning to chaff his spanked bottom. Had Alex known that would be necessary for him, he’d have taken that route. The advantage there was that they could at least pick the manner of their submissiveness, and have some control over who their eventual master was. Others seemed to think they eventually be guaranteed a place their anyway, and so volunteered. This, in Alex’s opinion, was a poor trade and a worse excuse for a career. A scant few were volunteers- people choosing the submissive lifestyle, often for a kink, or out sheer laziness, giving up freedom to be guaranteed food and shelter rather then work their entire lives and risk homelessness. There were several reasons someone could end up in the institute. Like most, he had no idea who they were, when he’d see them, or what they intended to use him for. Like everyone, he knew there was someone paying for him. It was a question that had haunted him since the day he arrived at the training institute. He supposed that was what he was a Christmas present for someone. Stuck in a diaper and dress, gagged with an oversized pacifier, and with a bright red ribbon wrapped around, he could do nothing but wait. I couldn’t find any rules about posting links to picture, so if that is an issue, let me know.)Īlex struggled in his binds. (Also, this was meant to go along with an image linked below, with permission from the artist. This is because its supposed to be the character remembering what happened to him, and since memories tend to be more general and less detailed I thought it would work. ![]() Rather then have a regular narrative, I instead have a series of settings with the story hopefully coming through. (Note: This one is a bit different then my others. ![]()
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