Notes From The Underground

India patted her on the knee and said "Don't worry dear. I'll bring it to you in the bridal chamber, after the ceremony while you are changing your clothes for the evening party. You'll be alone and you can use it then."

"OK" said Karolyn, thinking the matter over. "You're sure it will work?"

India smiled and chuckled. "Yes my dear, guaranteed. Now stop worrying and leave everything to me. Enjoy yourself; after all, this is the most happy and joyous occasion in your life!"

India's confidence and causal manner restored Karolyn's sprits. She had lifted a heavy burden and Karolyn was greatly relieved. Getting up, Karolyn had kissed her aunt on the cheek and said "You're the best!"

And she was. India had delivered the cream as promised and now all Karolyn had to do was apply it, as she had been instructed. Reaching down, she pulled up her slip and pushed her bloomers down. This was awkward, since she had to hold up the slip with one hand, and use the other (which contained the cream India had given her), to remove her bloomers.

Just as she managed to get the bloomers down, the door suddenly opened and Headmistress Echo walked in "Karolyn I was just talking to…" said the Headmistress before stopping, her eyes growing wide and her jaw slack. "What are you doing, young lady?" she exclaimed, her surprised tone becoming harsh.

Karolyn froze, turning white with shock and fear. "I…I…"

"Is that what I think it is?" she asked.

"Its…I…", stammered Karolyn blushing and shaking at the same time.

"I can't believe it!" exclaimed the Headmistress grabbing the tube of cream from Karolyn's hand. "If this is what it appears to be you are in big trouble young lady!"

"Please Headmistress Echo…I…please" said Karolyn starting to cry.

But the Headmistress was not the least bit sympathetic or willing to listen to any explanation she might offer. Not that Karolyn had any to make; she was too taken aback and surprised to think clearly. Headmistress Echo grabbed her by the arm and said "Pull up your bloomers. We need to see Mistress Prudence immediately."

"Oh no!" said Karolyn. The thought of others finding out was not something that Karolyn had contemplated. It had been hard enough to tell India; now the Headmistress knew. But Mistress Prudence…Karolyn wasn't sure she could stand the embarrassment.

But Headmistress Echo was determined and in no mood to listen to her protests. Squeezing her arm and shaking her, she said "Listen to me! This is a very serious matter. I must tell Mistress Prudence immediately; I have no choice. I only hope for your sake, this tube does not contain what I think it does. Now come along!"

The Headmistress pushed her towards the door without releasing her arm. Karolyn barely managed to grab the tops of her bloomers so she could pull them up, otherwise she would have tripped. But she would soon learn that she had bigger problems than stumbling over her underwear.

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Diana had pisshonie problems. God! How she hated that word! Still it was an accurate description of her current predicament. A little over twenty years ago she had been a young, naïve, and care-free student with a penchant for pranks and testing established rules and limits. That is until one of her 'pranks' went terribly wrong and she found herself in Zax's dungeon, the latest member of its exclusive holding of diapered slaves. Those first few years had been rough; the training, the punishments, the odd hours and the unexpected and sudden summons to 'serve' in the middle of the night. There had also been the forced pregnancy and the loss of her daughter, which was perhaps the worse ordeal she had suffered at the hands of her mistresses. However life went on and Diana had been forced to adjust to her situation. Like the overwhelming majority of slaves both diapered and un-diapered, she had become accustomed to her new life and accepted her predicament. And a predicament it was.

Life as a diapered slave in Zax's dungeons was full of ironic contradictions. On one hand, she was the lowest of the low: a diapered slave. Legally she had no rights and could be 'used' in any manner or for any purpose by her mistresses. Nothing was considered too degrading or humiliating for a diapered slave. On the other hand, as a diapered slave she was considered one the most valuable of Zax's possessions; a rare gem amongst a collection of ordinary stones. As such, Diana was one of the 'rock stars' in Zax's large cadre of slaves. Relative to the other (un-diapered) slaves in the dungeon she lived a life of pampered luxury. Although her cell was Spartan, she was not forced to share it. She was also exempt from 'Dungeon Duty' and other menial service. And most important, the other slaves served her, catering to all her physical needs. This was not to say that life was easy or even pleasant. Diana existed solely to serve her mistresses whenever and however they wished. She had no say whatsoever in the matter. And serve she did, night or day, sometimes around the clock or for weeks on end. She had been humiliated in every conceivable way (and for that matter in ways she could have never imagined). In her twenty years of service, Diana had performed every sexual act conceivable both on herself and others using every orifice her body possessed. Worse Diana was always kept very busy serving her mistresses. Zax was a large powerful organization with numerous members, many of which numbered among society's elite. Social gatherings, parties, and retreats were common place and constant. The Island was considered one of the most exclusive and luxurious places on the planet and no one passed up an opportunity to spend a week, or a day, or even a few hours there.

Given this busy and demanding social calendar, Diana (as well as the handful of other diapered slaves in the dungeon), was 'booked' solid for years in advance. Although Diana was not privy to Zax's calendar, it would not have surprised in her the least to learn this fact. Her days off were sporadic and all too short lived; her entire life revolving around an unseen and unknowable but nevertheless omnipotent schedule which governed every minute of her life like gravity governed the motion of the Earth around the Sun. As such, Diana was completely at the whim of her mistresses and at their continual beck and call. No distractions whatsoever were allowed or permitted to her. Her entire life was intentionally and obsessively focused on the single task of sexually pleasing those who owned her, no matter what their desire or perversion. Diana's only distraction from this inflexible regimen was the fact, that in the process of pleasing her mistresses, she might just perhaps (if she was lucky), be allowed to pleasure herself. This was yet, another irony of life as a diapered slave in the dungeon.

Alex, Laura, and Echo referred to it Single Purpose Obsessive Reinforced Training or SPORT, for short. Although Diana was, of course, unaware of the term, she was very familiar with its practice. SPORT was in essence an advanced form of behavioral conditioning or training, as Alex preferred to call it. In the case of the diapered slaves, the goal of the training was to establish a 'craving' for sexually servicing their mistresses. The process and theory behind it was quite simple: all physical and to some extent emotional pleasure is removed with the exception of sex. This was accomplished by making life routine, repetitive, and mundane while simultaneously heightening and stimulating the sex-drive. All mental and physical activity was focused on the single activity permitted: sexual pleasure. As the training progressed the focus on sex became obsessive and exclusive. However since no self pleasuring was allowed, the only practical way to obtain sexual release was through pleasuring a mistress, who of course, had the ability to grant sexual release, and thereby reinforce the conditioning. The result was, a 'craving' to serve.

Again, Diana's was completely unfamiliar with the theory but intimately aware of its practical application. As a diapered slave she experienced few if any pleasures. Her diet was strictly controlled and her food was bland and uninspiring. Of course, drugs were not permitted and were unobtainable. There was no real entertainment of any kind and of course she could not access the net or other media. Since the un-diapered slaves were also kept busy, she had only brief and limited contact with her dungeon peers. As for the other diapered slaves, friendship was impossible since they all competed for the only pleasure allowed them. This was perhaps the most insidious part of being a diapered slave. Not only was she forced to use her diapers for her regular bodily eliminations, she was also forced to wet herself during servicing. For it was the wetness of her diaper that determined if she would be allowed the physical pleasure she so craved. However servicing a mistress was typically not a one-on-one affair. Often two or more diapered slaves would be summoned to serve. The slave who wet herself the most while servicing her mistress was the one usually permitted release. A completion of sorts was therefore implicitly established between and amongst the diapered slaves. Worse, it was the 'looser' of these completions that was forced to pleasure the 'winner' knowing that she would be denied release herself. This had long been a dungeon 'tradition'.

Unbeknownst to Diana, before Echo had joined Zax's staff this competition had been 'friendly'. The diapered slaves had been a relatively small group of two or three slaves who had agreed amongst themselves to trade-off when wetting their diapers during the servicing of a mistress. Also because the group was small, competition was naturally limited do to availably; diapered slaves being paired only occasionally. However after Echo joined the staff she had instituted new 'rules'. Slaves serving singly were not granted sexual release during or after service. Completion between serving pairs for sexual release was strictly enforced. The imbedded controls within each slave's body were used to either inhibit or facilitate wetting during servicing. Some diapered slaves were denied while others received pleasure every time. As expected tension soon developed in the dungeon amongst the diapered slaves and after a few months the 'old-girls' network was shattered. The resulting animosity became permanent as the competition between the diapered slaves for the one pleasure allowed them became serious and intense. As such, the friendships and camaraderie that had existed between these elite slaves evaporated and was replaced by coolness and mutual toleration and, in some cases, barely suppressed hostility and loathing. In this new environment, each woman essentially kept to herself which of course only further served to reinforce the SPORT conditioning.

This completion for sexual release had another side effect which became known amongst the dungeon slaves as having 'pisshonie problems'. Since a diapered slave's pleasure was controlled by her ability to wet herself profusely during the servicing of a mistress, and since no slave knew ahead of time when she would be required to serve, this meant that each diapered slave must always be 'prepared'. In practical terms, each woman needed to keep her bladder constantly and continuously full if she hoped to succeed in out-wetting her rival. The only practical method for doing this was to constantly drink water. The by-product of this procedure was that each diapered slave was also forced to wet herself continually. This in turn had it own side-effects.

Experience had taught Diana and the other diapered slaves that the food, and to a lesser extent the drink that they were forced to consume almost certainly contained powerful sexual stimulants which worked on contact with the genitalia. This belief or suspicion was firmly grounded in the everyday reality of their lives. Although Diana and the other diapered slaves had no way of proving or disproving their suspicions they all had quickly deduced the presence of some such stimulant in their food after they messed themselves for the first time. Every diapered slave vividly remembered her first night in diapers when she had messed herself and let the mush inside her diaper spread to her pussy. The overwhelming, frantic, and uncontrollable sexual desire was unforgettable. Since orgasm was not permitted without explicit permission from a mistress and since it was impossible to hide due to the facial tattoos, each slave made sure never to let the mess in her diapers spread. In fact most learned to only mess themselves just before the morning changing (which was the only predicable event in their lives). However, even the fluids the diapered slaves were forced to drink were believed to contain sexual stimulants. These seemed to be significantly milder than the stimulants in their food, but had a cumulative effect. Worse, it was impossible not to expel these on and oneself.

Now since the diapered slaves were all more or less physically on par with one another, their chances of 'winning' a release were more or less even. It was essentially a coin toss with the mathematical laws of statistics governing the outcome. However, random events by definition are random, and just like flipping tails five times in a row is unlikely, flip a coin often enough an this event will occur soon or later. In the same way, occasionally a diapered slave would experience a run of bad luck and loose several successive 'competitions' in a row depriving her of the sexual release she so needed and craved. When this happed everything conspired against her. The suspected stimulants constantly washing over her pussy continually heightened her need for release while diminishing her ability to hold her water. The wet diapers against her pussy acted as sensual reminder of her condition as she became acutely and obsessively focused on her pussy and the sensations between her legs. Because self-release was forbidden and the opportunity for practical relief uncertain, the end result was moodiness, frustration, and anger; the net effect is not unlike PMS which, of course, had long been forgotten by Diana's time. Of course the other slaves in the dungeon could not help but notice when this happened to one of their diapered sisters and hushed whispers among the un-diapered slaves of 'be careful, so-in-so is having pisshonie problems' was passed from women to women throughout the dungeon.

Unfortunately for Diana she had encountered a spate of bad luck for the last month. First it had been April who had won, then Candy, then April again, twice, and so on. The end result was that she had not cum in over a month and she was now quite desperate. She was constantly aware of the wet diapers caressing her pussy which quivered with pleasure every time she moved. Her entire mind was focused on her condition and the area between her legs. Diana knew that if she did not get release soon it would only be a matter of time before she lost control and came. This had happened before to her (as well as the other diapered salves). The results were not pretty, either. Most recently, Lisa had been punished for coming without permission. Diana shivered as she recalled Lisa's swollen and bruised pussy as she was pulled from the whipping machine, Laura's usual punishment for such an infraction. It had taken the poor girl a very painful and uncomfortable two weeks to fully recover. Diana knew that a similar fate awaited her if she could not maintain control. Rubbing her eyes, she tried to focus her thoughts to other matters. With any luck, she might win her next completion and her pisshonie (god, how she hated that word!) problem would be solved. If not…well she would worry about that if and when she had to. Picking up her water bottle, Diana took a swallow and thought about some of the recent dungeon rumors she had heard.

It seemed, that the latest word was, that Zax had acquired a new diapered slave. No one had seen or spoken to her yet, but this was not particularly unusual (not that getting as new slave was a routine matter). But Diana remembered her own experience as a new slave; it had been months before she had been introduced to the general dungeon population. Her first few weeks had been spent in training and indoctrination. Zax's training program was as extensive and intense as it was unpleasant. Her only bright memory of that time was of Phoebe, who had helped her through the rough spots and been her only companion and friend. She had not seen Phoebe in awhile and suspected that perhaps she might be helping the new girl, just as she had helped Diana all those years ago.

The unusual thing about the rumors she had heard was that this new slave was from the Island itself. She had apparently lived on Zax Island most or all of her life. Depending on whom one talked to the stories varied. Some said she was a daughter of one of the staff, others claimed she had been born elsewhere but had come to the Island at an early age, still others said she had had never been on Island before. As for her crime, the gamut of offenses ranged from theft to assault. The one thing that everyone agreed on however was that she was young, very young, just barely 18 standard years. This was most unusual, since it was hard to conceive how anyone that young could have committed a crime serious enough to warrant the most severe punishment society had to offer. Taking another swallow of water Diana sighed. She had not been much older when she had come here. The poor girl must have been either very unlucky or very foolish (as she had been all those years ago). But this was not all. The word in the dungeon was that none other than Katrina had taken a special interest in this new diapered slave. Some even said she was going to be used exclusively by Zax's most influential mistress. Diana found this hard to believe since in her experience Katrina was far too elusive and indifferent to desire such a relationship. In fact, Katrina for all her power and influence was not a 'heavy' user of Zax's slaves; she was long past her sexual prime and far to occupied by other matters to indulge extensively in such things. To make matters even more interesting and mysterious, additional gossip claimed that more new diapered slaves were on the way. Diana dismissed this has just wild talk and speculation. In the twenty years she had been here, not one new diapered slave had come to Zax Island. It seemed fantastic that in the space of just a few months that Zax could acquire two (or more if you listened to some of the more outlandish rumors) such slaves. Still…these types of rumors had a strange way of being accurate, at least in part. If this talk was true, it would be bad news for Diana. More diapered slaves meant more completion, and more completion meant less opportunity to cum. Sighing again, Diana took another swig of water from her bottle. Life in Zax's dungeon was hard, and it seemed it was about to get even harder.

As Diana contemplated these matters a slave opened the door and said "Mistress Laura has commanded that you are to prepare yourself for service with Mistress Katrina tonight."

Diana looked at the messenger coolly, but did not move. It had been two days since her last service and she had been enjoying her off-time (such as it was). No rest for the wicked she thought. Oh well, at least she might be successful tonight and 'win'. "Do you know who else is summoned?"

"No" answered the messenger slave.

Diana raised her eyebrows in surprise but said nothing. This was most unusual. Laura typically sent the same slave to summon them. As such she invariably knew who her 'competition' would be. Laura did not seem to care that they had this fore-knowledge, but perhaps she had changed her policy. It was yet another way of making their lives miserable. Diana let out her breath and stood up. Taking along draught from the water bottle she said "lead the way."