Landlord Rules
Mrs. Ellington had always been a strict landlord, but never mean. She ran her boarding house with precision, ensuring every tenant paid on time and kept their rooms tidy. When a particularly troublesome boarder, a young man named Jack, moved in, she worried her rules might not be enough.
The first hint of trouble came when she was cleaning near Jacks room and noticed the door standing open. She knocked and called his name but there was no answer and she stepped in the door, plain as day, the white sheets had a big yellow circle, when she stepped closer she caught that unmistakable whiff of urine. Mrs. Ellington found a soaked mattress. As she thought about it she remembered Jack had stayed out late the previous night and likely returned in an inebriated state. As the mattress had a protective cover she left things as they were to let Jack deal with it while she considered what would be necessary going forward.
Determined to prevent future incidents, Mrs. Ellington devised a plan. She wouldn't simply wait till Jack had another night out where he would be drinking and spring the new rules on him. She only had to wait 2 days and he came home after a night of drinking. Time for drastic measures to ensure her rules were followed. As Jack was preparing for bed, she appeared at his door with a diaper, powder, and baby oil.
"Jack, don't think I did not noticed what you did to my bed two nights ago, we're going to nip that in the bud with something new," she said firmly. "From now on, you'll wear diapers to bed. I don't want any more accidents ruining my linens."
Jack's eyes widened in shock and indignation. "What? You can't do this!"
"I can and I will," replied Mrs. Ellington steadily. "I'm your landlord, and I have a responsibility to maintain this property. You'll comply with my rules, or your stay here won't be long."
Jack thought about the inexpensive rate he was paying to live in such a nice neighborhood and reluctantly, he allowed her to diaper him, she laid him on the bed and slid a thick soft, plastic backed diaper under him. Before closing the diaper, Mrs. Ellington first oiled every inch of his skin to be covered explaining how it prevents rash and heavily powdered him. Then she pulled the diaper up from the bottom and fixed the overlapping sides with the super sticky tabs. She told him, "don't bother to try to open that up tonight you will just tear the diaper and we will have a problem again.
"Good," she said, stepping back to inspect her handiwork. "Now remember, no drinking past a certain hour, and no leaving your room unsupervised. I'll be checking in regularly to ensure you're following the rules."
As the weeks passed, Mrs. Ellington maintained her strict vigilance. She'd often popped into his room unannounced, finding him neatly diapered and fast asleep but checked in the morning to make sure it stayed on all night. He got used to the smell of baby powder and oil, it became a constant reminder of his new position of submission.
At first, Jack seethed with resentment, feeling humiliated and controlled. But as time went on, something strange happened. The discipline and structure began to take hold, and he found himself curbing his drinking habits and staying in more often. He even started to enjoy the quiet evenings at home, lulled to sleep by the familiar scent of his diapers.
Mrs. Ellington noticed the change in Jack and felt a twisted sense of pride. She had had expanded her control, making him wear diapers when ever her was at home, this molded him to her will, and in doing so, created a more stable and compliant tenant. As she changed his diapers each morning, she'd gently remark on his improved behavior, her voice a mix of sternness and oddly maternal affection.
In the end, Jack's stay at the boarding house became the longest of his life, and Mrs. Ellington's unique brand of custody proved to be the catalyst for his transformation. Though the diapers remained a humiliating symbol of her control, they also served as a constant reminder of the discipline and order he had come to crave.
The first hint of trouble came when she was cleaning near Jacks room and noticed the door standing open. She knocked and called his name but there was no answer and she stepped in the door, plain as day, the white sheets had a big yellow circle, when she stepped closer she caught that unmistakable whiff of urine. Mrs. Ellington found a soaked mattress. As she thought about it she remembered Jack had stayed out late the previous night and likely returned in an inebriated state. As the mattress had a protective cover she left things as they were to let Jack deal with it while she considered what would be necessary going forward.
Determined to prevent future incidents, Mrs. Ellington devised a plan. She wouldn't simply wait till Jack had another night out where he would be drinking and spring the new rules on him. She only had to wait 2 days and he came home after a night of drinking. Time for drastic measures to ensure her rules were followed. As Jack was preparing for bed, she appeared at his door with a diaper, powder, and baby oil.
"Jack, don't think I did not noticed what you did to my bed two nights ago, we're going to nip that in the bud with something new," she said firmly. "From now on, you'll wear diapers to bed. I don't want any more accidents ruining my linens."
Jack's eyes widened in shock and indignation. "What? You can't do this!"
"I can and I will," replied Mrs. Ellington steadily. "I'm your landlord, and I have a responsibility to maintain this property. You'll comply with my rules, or your stay here won't be long."
Jack thought about the inexpensive rate he was paying to live in such a nice neighborhood and reluctantly, he allowed her to diaper him, she laid him on the bed and slid a thick soft, plastic backed diaper under him. Before closing the diaper, Mrs. Ellington first oiled every inch of his skin to be covered explaining how it prevents rash and heavily powdered him. Then she pulled the diaper up from the bottom and fixed the overlapping sides with the super sticky tabs. She told him, "don't bother to try to open that up tonight you will just tear the diaper and we will have a problem again.
"Good," she said, stepping back to inspect her handiwork. "Now remember, no drinking past a certain hour, and no leaving your room unsupervised. I'll be checking in regularly to ensure you're following the rules."
As the weeks passed, Mrs. Ellington maintained her strict vigilance. She'd often popped into his room unannounced, finding him neatly diapered and fast asleep but checked in the morning to make sure it stayed on all night. He got used to the smell of baby powder and oil, it became a constant reminder of his new position of submission.
At first, Jack seethed with resentment, feeling humiliated and controlled. But as time went on, something strange happened. The discipline and structure began to take hold, and he found himself curbing his drinking habits and staying in more often. He even started to enjoy the quiet evenings at home, lulled to sleep by the familiar scent of his diapers.
Mrs. Ellington noticed the change in Jack and felt a twisted sense of pride. She had had expanded her control, making him wear diapers when ever her was at home, this molded him to her will, and in doing so, created a more stable and compliant tenant. As she changed his diapers each morning, she'd gently remark on his improved behavior, her voice a mix of sternness and oddly maternal affection.
In the end, Jack's stay at the boarding house became the longest of his life, and Mrs. Ellington's unique brand of custody proved to be the catalyst for his transformation. Though the diapers remained a humiliating symbol of her control, they also served as a constant reminder of the discipline and order he had come to crave.
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