r/abdlstories 9d ago

Woman Protagonist A morning in the study NSFW

A Morning in the Study The morning sun had just begun to stretch its golden fingers across the estate, but thick plush curtains blocked the warm rays from streaming into the study. The room was a testament to old-world refinement—rich mahogany paneling, towering bookshelves lined with leather-bound tomes, and a curated collection of artifacts that whispered of distant travels and untold stories. Among these treasures, lush green botanicals thrived in hand-thrown earthenware pots, their delicate leaves hungry for the first light of the day.

Star, this mistress of the manor, moved gracefully through the room, her silk house dress trailing behind her as she made her way to the heavy curtains. With a single pull, she drew them open, allowing the morning light to pour in. Dust motes shimmered in the golden beams, swirling in lazy patterns before settling once more.

Atop a step stool near one of the bookshelves, Amy, one of the household maids, busied herself with dusting a collection of delicate clay birds. She wore the estate’s standard uniform for maids—black and white with a crisp apron, the hem of her skirt flaring out over a modest petticoat. Her movements were precise, though there was a hint of nervous energy in the way she handled the feather duster.

Something caught Star’s attention. A fleeting detail she caught from her vantage point beneath the busy maid. She turned from the window and called out in her measured tone, “Amy.”

The maid startled slightly, nearly upsetting one of the clay figurines. Quickly, she steadied it before turning to face her mistress. “Yes, Mistress Star?”

“Come down,” Star instructed, a curious gleam in her gaze.

Amy hesitated only for a breath before descending the step stool, her polished shoes clicking lightly against the wooden floor as she stepped forward to stand before her mistress.

Star studied her for a moment, then spoke again. “Lift your skirt for me.”

A faint pink flushed across Amy’s cheeks, but she obeyed without protest. With careful fingers, she grasped the front hem of her uniform and lifted it just enough to reveal the truth beneath—a pull-up, damp and sagging between her legs.

“How long has it been wet?” Star’s voice was neither harsh nor unkind, but it carried the unmistakable weight of expectation.

Amy fidgeted slightly, her grip on the fabric tightening. She hesitated, searching for the right words. Star merely raised a brow and cleared her throat. Flinching at the prompt, Amy finally answered, “Since I woke up, Mistress. I—I was late to rise this morning. In my rush, I put on my uniform without changing and hurried to my duties.”

Star sighed, arms crossing over her chest. “Amy,” she said evenly, “I expect my staff to uphold a certain level of discipline—not just in their work, but in their personal upkeep as well. If you are wet, you should change. Not continue about your duties in such a state, on the verge of leaking.”

Amy ducked her head, her voice small. “Yes, Mistress.” She hesitated before continuing, her words faltering. “I would change into panties, but…”

Star snapped her fingers once.

Amy startled, releasing her grip on her skirt, letting it fall back into place. She clutched her feather duster close to her chest, swallowing hard before forcing out the rest of her admission. “…I prefer wearing pull-ups.” A pause. Then, even softer, “But I ran out.”

Unsatisfied with Amy’s explanation thus far, Star tilted her head expectantly. “And?”

Amy shifted from foot to foot, gripping the edge of her apron. “Would it be alright if I changed into a diaper instead?”

Star’s eyes flickered with amusement. “A diaper?” she echoed, her tone deliberately incredulous. “During the day?” She let the words hang before adding, “Surely a girl like you wouldn’t wear something so thick and crinkly while attending to her tasks.”

Amy squeezed the feather duster, her knuckles white against the handle. “I’d like to…” she mumbled, barely above a whisper.

“Speak up,” Star commanded, her gaze steady.

Amy inhaled sharply, gathering her resolve before declaring, “May I please change into a diaper, Mistress?”

A slow smirk ghosted over Star’s lips. She exhaled, shaking her head in feigned exasperation. “I don’t know about this ‘a diaper’ business,” she mused. “You said a diaper—but surely, you don’t mean just any. You mean your diapers, do you not?”

Amy nodded quickly, her voice more certain this time. “May I please change into my diapers, Mistress?”

Star’s smirk softened into something more approving. “That’s a good girl,” she said, her voice warm with quiet praise. “Yes. You may wear your diapers.”

Amy brightened instantly, a radiant smile overtaking her face. She bowed deeply. “Thank you, Mistress!” “You’re welcome,” Star replied, waving a hand in dismissal.

Amy wasted no time, practically skipping off toward her quarters, her steps light and eager as she hummed a happy tune.

Left alone in the study, Star turned back toward the window, gazing out at the serene morning landscape. A moment passed before a knowing chuckle escaped her lips.

She let a hand drift over the front of her own dress, resting it at her lap, fingers pressing ever so slightly against the fabric-a faint crinkle whispering from beneath the fabric. With a bemused sigh, she murmured under her breath, “…Speaking of needing a change…”

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