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“Miss Lena?” Podenco knocked gently with the back of her hand on the open door to Perfumer’s office-slash-bedroom, careful not to jostle the cup in her hand too much. “I have coffee.”
From behind the curtain drawn across the midpoint of the room, she could hear a sigh of relief. “Oh, sweet Podenco. Bring it here, would you?”
Obediently Podenco crossed the office floor, parting the curtain with a shoulder and turning directly into the back of Perfumer, a long satin robe draped across her shoulders.
“Careful, dear.” Perfumer turned to face her subordinate, fixing her with the same gentle, teasing smile that seemed to constantly grace her visage.
“Sorry, Miss Lena. Here.” Podenco extended the small cup of dark golden coffee as an apology.
The first time Perfumer had shown her how to brew Minoan style coffee, long and slow with grounds and sugar floating free in the tin pot, Podenco had refused to believe anything drinkable would ever result from it. But she did eventually concede, as long as you took your time and drank around the grounds, it was better than anything available in the mess hall. And so now she had a cup in both hands, one black for Perfumer, taking it gratefully, and one with a splash of cream, for herself.
Perfumer took a long loud sip of her coffee, sighing with satisfaction. “Ahhh, thank you, Podenco. Just what I needed.”
“Thank you, Miss Lena.” Podenco sipped at her own cup, tail wagging underneath her skirt at the praise.
For just a moment neither spoke, content to savor the moment and coffee in silence.
“Now.” Perfumer gave a simple nod, cleanly breaking the silence. “Today I would like you to work as you would normally. However, I have an… interesting twist in mind. Will that be ok?”
Podenco knew better than to ask what the twist would be. Miss Lena enjoyed her surprises.
“Of course, Miss Lena.”
“Perfect. Pass me your coffee and kneel down on the rug, please and thank you.” Perfumer took the second cup gently in her hand, taking another drag from her own as she watched the Perro obediently lower herself to the circular carpet in the center of the room.
Once she was settled, Perfumer took a step closer, standing just in front of her subordinate.
“Now. Take a deep breath, and tell me what you smell.”
Podenco closed her eyes, breathing deep, slow, measured breaths, letting the air in the room flow into her lungs.
“I… I can smell the coffee. I can smell the incense you keep next to your bed. I can smell - I can smell you.”
“And what do I smell like?”
Podenco could hear the smile in Perfumer's voice. “You smell… like you always do in the morning. Like salt, and earth, and a little of lavender, and… something else… something like…”
“Something like…?”
Podenco took another breath, letting her nose crinkle with effort. “... I don't know, Miss Lena.”
“Oh, Podenco. I thought I had trained your nose better than this.”
Podenco’s ears drooped slightly, and Perfumer chuckled gently.
“Only teasing. Here, look.”
Podenco opened her eyes to see Perfumer tugging at the sash holding her robe closed, pulling the knot loose with a few deft movements and letting the sides fall free to reveal the sagging diaper she had on underneath to a gasp of surprise from the Perro.
Her surprise wasn't at the diaper itself, to be fair. Maybe a year ago it would have been, but Perfumer had always trained her disciples to be open minded, and between heat seasons, certain people’s kinky inclinations, and the usual incontinence reasons, spotting someone with a padded butt in the Garden wasn't an uncommon sight.
In this case, Podenco’s gasp of astonishment was due to the fact that the diaper between Perfumer’s legs wasn't the soft lavender-scented pullup she typically preferred, but a full, thickly padded diaper that was still much too small, emblazoned with a bright flower pattern across the landing strip where the tapes were straining to keep it secure between her legs.
A diaper that looked very nearly like the one she had worn to bed just two days ago. Just like she did every night that she slept in Miss Lena’s dorm.
Perfumer chuckled gently at the surprise that must be evident on her subordinates face. “The odor absorption in these is truly something, hmm? No one would guess I've had these on all night.”
Letting her robe hang open now, she swept across the room to set both cups of coffee on a small dresser, pulling it open and rummaging through as Podenco tried to recover herself, to regain some small semblance of composure.
“Miss Lena, why are you…?”
Perfumer turned, giving a disapproving tilt of her eyebrow. “Now, is that any sort of question to be asking?”
“No, no no no! I didn't…” Podenco shook her head, holding a hand in front of her in protest. “I mean, why… why are you wearing that one?”
“What one?” Perfumer hummed as she made her way across the room again to stand in front of Podenco, her frame gently imposing down upon her. “I need you to use your words, dear.”
Podenco’s throat was suddenly drier than the abandoned irrigation system in Greenhouse 13, paralyzed by Perfumer’s gentle smile. Still she forced herself to swallow, taking a breath, centering herself against the wave of embarrassment welling in her stomach.
“...Miss Lena, why are you wearing one of my diapers?”
The only change in Perfumer’s smile was a wicked sparkle in her eye, and a slip of her canine past her lip. But Podenco had worked with her long enough to learn that she had just found the point of the session, the heart of Miss Lena’s plan, and now the trap was going to slowly tighten around her neck inch by inch withoutii a chance of escape.
“I simply thought I would do you a favor and get it warmed up for you. Give me your hand?”
Unquestioning, Podenco reached out with a hand, which Perfumer took, giving a reassuring squeeze as she guided it between her legs, pressing it against the backside of her diaper. It was warm, and soft, and the slight squish sent shivers down Podenco’s back all the way to the base of her tail.
“Now, help me with these tapes.”
Again Podenco reached forward, gripping the tape on the left while Perfumer picked at the one on the right. With a simple tug, it came free, and Podenco felt the weight of the diaper settle in her hand, watching as it slowly opened to reveal the wonders inside.
Moments later the scent reached her nose, and any misgivings she may have had were wiped away by the stench of Miss Lena; sweat and piss, earth and lavender, and above all, lust; desperate, bone-shaking lust that begged to be satiated.
Now was when struck Podenco that the only time Perfumer wore padding was when she was in heat . Another glance upwards confirmed it - Perfumer was still soaking wet, still dripping into the diaper that Podenco now held.
“That's it. Good girl.”
Perfumer gently took hold of Podenco’s wrist, shifting it from the tape to support the swollen diaper from both sides as she stepped back, leaving Podenco staring at the diaper in her hands reverently, a single line of slick connecting them for a moment before it broke.
“Now, what do we say, Podenco, when someone gives you a gift?”
Podenco could feel her cheeks beginning to flush with desire, and something else beginning to stir underneath her skirt, both of which she tried to ignore, to wrap her head around the question she had just been asked.
“I… Oh! Thank you, Miss Lena.”
“Thank you for…?”
Perfumer was still smiling, but her tone was steel-tight, a hand wrapped around the slack of a leash, holding Podenco pinned in place as she fought through the haze threatening to overwhelm her rational thoughts.
“Thank - thank you for… warming up my diaper for me…”
“You're very welcome.” Perfumer's eyes softened again, and she reached out to ruffle Podenco’s hair, who hummed happily and leaned into her touch. For another moment they remained like this, Podenco savoring the feeling of Miss Lena scratching behind her ears, tail thumping behind her softly before Perfumer lifted her hand, smiling.
“Now, let's get you changed. On your back!”
Obediently Podenco shifted herself onto her back, still holding Perfumer’s -- her diaper in her hands, letting it settle by her waist as she breathed shallow, trying not to let the scent overwhelm her.
Perfumer knelt at the edge of the rug, gently moving Podenco’s legs apart and settling into position between them. Her hands felt their way up Podenco’s thighs, lifting her skirt, and with easy, practiced motions, her panties were stripped away, snipped cleanly with shears Perfumer pulled from her pocket.
(The destruction of clothing still sent a tiny shock of terror down her spine, a remnant of times when cloth was scarce; but Perfumer was the one who bought the panties for her to wear, anyway, and she always reassured her that she didn't mind, and there were plenty more just like them in her dorm. So it was fine, really.)
Perfumer gently lifted the tattered scraps from Podenco’s crotch, exposing the gilded cage that, by Miss Lena's orders, was everpresent between her legs, as well as the steadily stiffening cock it held at bay. Once upon a time, had she found herself in this predicament, she would have died from embarrassment, but now the flush in her face was from something else entirely.
“Now pass me your diaper, please.”
Her hands raised almost on their own, offering the padding held between them to Perfumer, who l. ifted it neatly from her grasp. Podenco let her hands fall to her sides, her head back against the floor, breathing almost a sigh of relief.
A sigh that was promptly interrupted as Perfumer held the diaper ( her diaper) up under her nose, wafting the odor within directly into Podenco’s sinuses, and she could feel her eyes roll back as she breathed in Miss Lena again, deeper than before. Somewhere far away, she could hear Perfumer chuckle to herself.
“Hips up for me now, dear.”
Podenco could hear the soft crinkle of the -- her diaper being unfolded, and a hand sliding underneath her as she obediently lifted her hips from the ground, resting against Perfumer’s strong gentle hands, waiting patiently as she spread the diaper beneath her. One hand reached for her tail, guiding it through the hole at the back of the diaper, and she shivered involuntarily at the touch.
“Good girl, almost done. And down.”
Podenco let herself fall, letting her backside settle onto the diaper spread beneath her with less of a squish then she was anticipating. Perfumer was already drawing up the front, lifting it up her stomach over her crotch, over her cage, pinning it there as she reached for the tapes.
It wasn't as soft as she was used to feeling, which was obvious now that she thought about it. But it wasn't as wet and uncomfortable as it had smelled. It was mostly clammy, and thick against her thighs as Perfumer finished securing the tapes, pulling at the sides to position it just so.
“And there we go!”
She offered her hand, and Podenco took it, lifting herself to kneeling, and then to her feet, flipping the front of her skirt back down to conceal the padding between her legs.
“Now, how does that feel? Comfortable?”
Podenco shifted, feeling her diaper squish between her legs, rub against her backside. She took a cautious breath, feeling the barest hint of the musk now contained against her crotch tickle at the edge of her perception.
“It feels fine, Miss Lena.”
“I should hope that it does, because the second part of your session today is that it’s the only one you're going to get.”
“Mhm!”
As soon as she nodded, the reality of what Perfumer had just said hit Podenco, settling deep in her gut.
“Wait. Miss Lena, but what about --”
“No buts.” Perfumer held up a finger, silencing her assistant’s question of complaint. “One diaper. That means no changes. You'll have to figure out a way to make that diaper last until the end of the work day. Do you understand?”
Podenco took another deep breath, steeling herself against the reality of what her day was shaping up to be before bowing her head in acceptance. “Yes, Miss Lena.”
“Very good.” Perfumer’s voice softened ever so slightly. “Thank you, Podenco. You're so good for me.”
Despite the many feelings swirling inside her, the nervousness and embarrassment and arousal and need and worry blending together into a tumultuous whole that threatened to overwhelm her, Podenco still felt her heart lift with joy. Just the same as it did every time Miss Lena thanked her, praised her, encouraged her.
“Of course, Miss Lena!”
“Mhm.”
Perfumer smiled, and Podenco’s tail swung behind her, and everything was beautiful.
And then Perfumer clapped her hands, and the world swung back into motion.
“Now, if you would, the report from Logistics about the expansion progress should be on my desk. Go look over that, and see if there's anything you can add to your tasks for today. I'm going to get dressed and I'll meet you out there shortly.”
“Yes, Miss Lena.”
“Very good. Thank you, Podenco.”
Podenco nodded again, cautiously taking a step forward, taking note of the way her diaper compressed between her legs, forcing her into a slight waddle. She could hide it if she tried; she'd had practice, even if it had been a while. By the time she reached the curtain back to the Garden office, she was walking normally again.
“Oh, and Podenco!”
Podenco paused, turning at Perfumer’s call as she crossed the room to follow her, holding a mug in her hand that she offered with a twinkle in her eye.
“Don't forget your coffee.”