Her bottom cheeks stung and throbbed, and her bottom hole felt stretched and sore. She reached to find the bulb, wanting to deflate the nasty wand and yank the offensive plug out. It was gone. Damn it! Erik must have guessed what she would try to accomplish. Her next feat was to attempt to liberate herself from the horrid diapers that were fitted snugly around her waist. Too snugly. Camille groaned, peering down at the locked belt around the diaper’s waist. Camille slowly raised herself to her knees; the sensation of the probe’s tether tugging at her anus both startled and aroused her. She pulled herself up to climb over the rails and to the floor and began to walk to the door when she was tugged to a stop by the inflated wand seated inside her. Camille reached for the ‘leash’ unit and stared in dismay when she saw that the unit was securely locked to the crib rails. Erik is going to spank the hell out of me for this little stunt, Camille pondered, also realizing that she could not get back inside of the crib without a stool or a chair.
