Although I had been an disciplinary top for many years, I had never considered using diapers as part of play until I met Jessie. Jessie brought out parts of me that I didn't know existed. She took our lovemaking to a higher level of pleasure than I had thought was possible.

But let me start back at the beginning. I knew without looking at the calendar that there was a full moon that night. I felt it, just as sure as I was that I was in the middle of PMS. The last time these two incidents had coincided, was the first time I spanked a lover. I came so fast and hard, that I knew it wasn't going to the last.

Six years and many lovers since, I had developed my newly acquired taste for discipline to an art. I had a acquired a full wardrobe full of accessories, and with each lover discovered a new form of play. My last lover, Karen, had been the best. We were together for more than a year, and had she not been transferred out of the country, we would have still been together. Karen had a passion to be treated like a little girl when she was bad. I had made her dresses with lace ruffles, barely long enough to cover the ruffled panties underneath. We had a school uniform for playing mistress and student. We even had doctor/patient outfits for a hospital scene.

I had had a couple of sex partners since, but none could play the role of naughty little girl like she could. I was ready to give up on finding someone again. I was even considering accepting Karen's offer to move to Sweden with her, even though I knew finding a job would be difficult. That night of the full moon/pms combination, I was so sexually charged that my panties were dripping. I had watched the home movie Karen and I had made; I had looked through our pictures, and various magazines. I tried masturbating. But nothing worked. I only succeeded in getting myself more charged up.

I finally gave up fighting it and headed down to the gay district. Like most cities, there were only a couple of lesbian bars, and like most lesbian bars, there was only a very small leather scene. I didn't have much hopes for finding a sub, but maybe at least, I could get sex.

It was early, and the bar was about half full. I walked to the back where the pool tables were, saying high to those I knew on the way. I added my name to the board and then headed over to the bar to get a beer. As I turned back around, a woman banged into me, causing my beer to go flying out of the glass.

I was about to tell her to watch where she was going, when she spoke. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. Please don't be mad." She was practically pouting as she said this. She was looking up at me with these soulful eyes and twirling her hair with her finger. I almost melted on the spot!

"Of course I forgive, sweetie. Just be careful next time. Little girls who aren't careful, can get hurt." I barely got this out, my chest was so tight.

"Yes... thank you.... I just have to go to the bathroom really really bad.....I didn't mean it." She was hopping back and forth as she said it. Then she slipped by me. It was my turn at pool, or I might have followed.

Well, needless to say, my pool game was lacking in concentration, and I sunk the 8 ball only four shots into the game. I went back to the bar to replace my spilt beer. I was just about to pay, when the sweet thing came up beside me. "Please let me pay. I was the bad one" and proceeded to order a drink for each of us.

"I'm Jessica," she offered, slipping her hand into mine.

"Sarah," I said, holding on to it. "Big girls like you should know how to hold it, and not have to make emergency stops."

"I know. But I always seem to wait until its almost too late. I'm bad that way."

"Maybe you need to be punished." I offered, holding my breath.

"Maybe," she pouted, "If I was your little girl, would you punish me?"

Well, that did it. I knew I was going to bring this one home with me. I just hoped she wasn't teasing me, only to back out at the last moment. "Come home with me, and you'll find out."

On the way home, I found out that she was 22, and had just finished college. She had started a job at the local paper. She hoped to be a columnist someday, but was just a research assistant for now. She had only been in the city for a few weeks and knew almost no one.

As we approached my place, I noticed she was squirming in her seat. "Do you have to go to the bathroom?" I asked. She shook her head. "Now don't lie, or I'll have to punish you more" I offered.

"No, really, I'm okay." She knew I could tell she was lying. I was looking forward to this.

We got out of the car, and walked up the walkway. While I was putting the keys in the door, she whimpered slightly. I looked over, and she had actually wet herself! I had never seen an adult do that before.

I let her into the entranceway, then ordered her to strip. She stopped after she had taken off her jeans and wet panties. "All of it, " I ordered. Her eyes widened, but she obeyed. I then picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, and laid her on the floor. "You have been a very naughty girl. Not only did you wet your pants, but you lied to me. Once I get you cleaned up, I will have to punish you very severely." She started to cry softly. "I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't mean to. I'll be a good girl." I was so turned on, that it was all I could do not to have sex with her there on the bathroom floor. But I held off, knowing that it would be worth the wait. "Now you lie there and let mommy clean you up."