It had all happened so suddenly. Darcy had been just relaxing on the couch, eating chips and watching TV when she felt the familiar warmth between her legs. And then, something far less familiar, when that warmth continued to spread, soaking her butt and thighs as the couch cushion was quickly saturated in pee.

“Oh fuck!” Darcy sprang to her feet, trying to clench, but it was too late, hot piss running down her legs, soaking the fancy new stockings she was wearing, spattering on the floor. By the time she clasped her hands between her legs, it was already finished, and she was left uselessly clutching the drenched white satin and lace panties she was wearing under the inappropriately short skirt of her brand new French Maid costume. “Damn it!” she screamed, unable to move yet, still trying to process how she’d let this happen.

The answer, was sadly all too obvious. She’d thought she was in a diaper. The twenty seven year old had grown so accustomed to being diapered that she’d just pissed herself without even thinking about it. Darcy wanted to cry. But she couldn’t, not if she was going to get this cleaned up before Jason got home.

She was supposed to be cleaning anyways. That was the whole reason Jason had bought her the nice maid costume in the first place, an incentive for his messy fiancé to clean up the house before Holly got back from her trip to France. She’d been cleaning, at least a little, but the heels that went with the ensemble, as sexy as she felt wearing them, had been uncomfortable. Since Jason wasn’t home to enjoy the view, she’d taken them off, and figured she might as well take a break and have a little snack. An hour later, she was on the couch, covered in Doritos cheese dust and pissing her panties.

Darcy surveyed the damage to the couch. A large wet patch was centered on the middle cushion, an unmistakable marker of what had transpired. Darcy did the first thing she could think of, and flipped the cushion, revealing another stain on the other side, albeit one much smaller, where her diaper had leaked. She’d tried that trick before.

“Fuck!” she cursed, flipping it back over. The smell hit her then, the heavy whiff of ammonia. Both of her partners had changed her diapers enough to know the second they walked in the door what had happened. The panicked girl started running around, opening windows, letting the warm spring breeze air into the house, not realizing until she almost slipped on the hardwood that she was leaving little wet footprints from her soaked stockings everywhere she went.

Darcy froze, looking back over the house. It was sinking in just how little she’d done to clean. Jason had been so patient with her, letting her get away with being a brat who didn’t want to pick up her toys. He just wanted the house to be clean when Holly got home from her business trip. And instead of just telling her to act like an adult and clean up what was largely her own mess, he’d surprised her with the French Maid outfit. Holly was off gallivanting around Paris, admittedly she was there for work, but she was still in France, sending them pictures of her with her coworkers at the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, and Jason thoughtfully offered Darcy the chance to at least roleplay that she was his sexy little French Maid, who had to work very hard to please her new employer if she didn’t want to lose her visa.

And Darcy had fucked it up.

She was still standing in the kitchen, paralyzed with indecision, when she heard the garage door opening. She should have moved, jumped into action and at least been making an effort to clean up her mess when he walked in the door, but she just stood there, staring at her feet.

“Mademoiselle…” Jason stopped in the door, dropping the groceries he was carrying on the floor as he surveyed the scene. “Did you clean at all?”

The roleplay was over, his tone filled with genuine disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, not looking up.

Jason sighed, stooping and picking back up the dropped grocery bags and setting them on the counter.

“I can help,” she offered, taking a few faltering steps forward.

“I think you’ve done more than enough,” he said, his dominant tone back. That was the nice thing about Jason; he could slip back into character just like that. Even still, Darcy was feeling guilty and not in the mood to play, even if the prospect of a punishment seemed like a convenient way to let her off the hook for her misdeeds.

“Please, just let me help, I’ll clean up too.”

“I had the expectation that the house would be clean by the time that I got home. Only I arrive to find that you’ve not been cleaning, you’ve been into the pantry, mademoiselle.” He grabbed her wrists, zeroing in on her orange cheese dust covered fingers.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she offered, half in character, half genuine apology.

“Not as sorry—” he paused, pulling her closer. He sniffed. Darcy’s eyes widened, and she tried to push him away when he let go of her wrists and reached down, but there was no stopping him. Jason reached under her short skirt, his fingers grabbing the incriminating wet panties. “Did you wet yourself?”

“No!” she lied, knowing she was only digging herself deeper.

“You are hands down the laziest maid I’ve ever hired.” Darcy blushed under his wet fingers as he grabbed her chin, his thumb stroking her cheek. “You can’t clean, you sit around eating junk food, you can’t even be bothered to go to the bathroom and you just pissed your panties.”

“That’s not true!”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“No, sir!”

“So my assessment was correct?”

She blushed harder. He was going to make her say it.

“Yes sir.”

He nodded expectantly. He expected her to admit it.

“I was lazy. I didn’t clean. I ate junk food and watched TV. I peed my panties.” She was blushing furiously. They’d played this game before. Jason or Holly not letting her go to the bathroom or tickling her until she wet herself. But that had always been the game. She knew what the parameters were going in. This was different. This was the first time she’d lost control and it hadn’t been her fiancé or girlfriend’s doing.

“Watched TV?” he asked, looking over her shoulder into the living room.

Darcy froze, realizing what else she’d admitted to.

“Come with me, lazy maid.” He grabbed her by the back of the neck, turning her and guiding her into the living room, pushing her in front of the couch, and the urine soaked cushion. “On my couch! You incompetent wench! You’ve soiled my fine furniture!”

“I’m sorry!” she wailed. “It was an accident!”

“I’ve had it with your excuses.” He pushed her down onto her knees, pressing her face closer to the seat. “Do you have any idea how much that sofa costs?”

It was a hand-me-down, Jason’s mother’s old couch she gave to them when she moved house. It wasn’t a particularly great couch, but they hadn’t complained, because it had been free. “No, sir.”

“More than your yearly salary, you useless girl.”

“Please, I can work to pay it off! I’ll do whatever you need. Whatever you want of me, sir!” She tried to turn around, prepared to give him a blowjob, but he sat down next to the ruined couch cushion and pulled her over his lap in one fluid movement. She loved how easily he could manhandle her.

“And what would your shoddy level of work be worth to me? What use could I possibly have for a maid as incompetent as you?”

Darcy struggled, trying to roll off his lap, but his grip on her back was firm, her man easily holding her in place. She could struggle as hard as she wanted, knowing he could keep her right where he wanted her. “I’ll do better, sir, please! Just give me a chance!” She shivered, not just from the cold air on her wet panties as he yanked her skirt up.

“I’ve given you plenty of chances. The time for chances is over.”

Even knowing it was coming, Darcy wasn’t prepared for his hand on her ass. When she got spankings when she was diapered, her spankers tended to alternate between hitting her padded bottom, which didn’t really hurt but was incredibly humiliating, or slapped the backs of her unprotected thighs, which stung like hell, but was just different than a spank to her butt. Her bare bottom spankings hurt, but felt good in a perverse way. This spanking hit different. The wet fabric between his palm and her big bubble butt made the impact burn like fire, and she shrieked, flailing over his lap.

“It’s time for discipline.” He spanked her again, his hand striking the other cheek. Darcy yowled, clawing at the couch for purchase, not caring she was grabbing the soaked cushion.

“Maybe your previous employers tolerated such behavior from their servants, but I will not!” He accentuated each word with another stinging slap.

Her ass was on fire. Darcy was a wreck, jamming her face into the cushion and braying like a donkey. Even if she wanted to use her safe word, she’d have had trouble getting it out in between her pained screams.

As suddenly as it began, the spanking stopped. A few last yelps emanated from Darcy in anticipatory pain for spanks that never landed before she fell quiet, softly sniffling. Jason stood up, pushing her off his lap and onto the floor where she curled into a ball, her fingers touching the exposed flesh on the backs of her thighs between her panties and stockings. Her skin was hot, even though she was sure he hadn’t even spanked her there, and she couldn’t bring herself to move her fingers further up to her aching backside.

“Stay,” Jason said, the curt, one word command. It was the same tone he used with Holly when she was their puppy. Darcy wouldn’t have moved regardless of the order. She closed her eyes, focusing on the pain, feeling it dull into a throbbing ache that matched the growing need in her loins. She hadn’t had a spanking like that in, well, ever. Her panties were just as soaked with her slick as they were with pee.

The well-spanked maid could hear her master go back outside, closing the door behind him. A moment later, she heard a spraying sound. Cocking her head to the side, she listened; glad she’d opened the windows. It was the hose, she realized. And it was reminding her that she kind of needed to pee again. But Darcy wasn’t about to have an accident again, and she certainly wasn’t going to disobey her master and move from her position on the floor. Was that his plan, she wondered? Was wetting herself once not enough for him, was he going to make her pee again? She doubted she could take another spanking like that if he decided to punish her again. She’d have trouble sitting down for days as it was.

The water continued to flow, right out back. She could get up, make it to the window, peek outside, and be back on the floor in front of the couch before Jason made it back inside. But her master had told her to stay, so she stayed, waiting with mounting anticipation for what he had in store for his lazy maid next, until at last the hose shut off. Her breathing had quickened when he finally came back inside. Darcy dared not ask if she could get up.

Jason stood over her once more. She could feel his gaze on her without looking up. “I was wrong about you.”

Her heart thumped in her chest, and she turned her head a fraction of an inch, peering up at him out of the corner of her eye. He had something in his hands.

“That was my mistake.” He knelt behind her, grabbing her and roughly pulling her into a sitting position. She squeaked, trying to get off her butt, but he wasn’t having it. “One I won’t make again.” He was stripping her, his strong hands grabbing at her clothes and ripping them off, one piece at a time. Her apron, her dress, her matching lacy white bra, her stockings, even her wet panties.

“Please, sir, I won’t disappoint you again!”

“I know you won’t.” He grabbed her by her hair, ruining the tight bun she’d put it in to compliment her outfit, and yanked her head back. “I just have to set realistic expectations for you.” He jammed a ballgag into her mouth, the biggest one they owned, the bright red one Holly affectionately referred to as the “jawbreaker.”

“Mmmmphhh!” Darcy grunted as her mouth was stretched to accommodate the invading orb. Once it popped behind her teeth, there was no pushing it back out, at least not before he wrapped the spiderweb of straps around her head, tightening each piece of the harness with brutal efficiency. “You’ve demonstrated to me that you’re nothing more than a lazy, slovenly pig,” he said, dangling something else in front of her wide eyes.

Even without having ever used one, Darcy immediately recognized the nose hook. The fiendish, two-pronged hook was not a device she thought they owned. Evidently, she was wrong.

“Nnnphhhh!” she cried, resisting the urge to shake her head as her master placed the two rubber coated hooks in her nostrils and pulled them back, attaching the strap to the top of her harness gag. She didn’t need to see her reflection to know the instrument’s effect on her. Her cute little button nose had been swiftly transformed into a snout. Darcy reached for her face, if only to just feel, but her hands never got that far. Jason grabbed her arms, and with practiced ease, he bound her wrists to her upper arms.

“Can’t have you trying to walk around on your hinders like people, you’ll likely just make more of a mess,” he said, using more rope to tie her ankles to her thighs. Within minutes she was completely helpless.

Gasping for breath, she looked from Jason, to the other two items, also new to their collection of toys. How long had he had them? Were they just waiting for Holly or herself to give him a reason to use them, or had he bought them when he bought her the French Maid costume, knowing she would very likely prove to be a terrible maid?

“That’s much better,” he said as he affixed the floppy, pink pig ears to her head. She shook her head, hoping to dislodge them but knowing all too well that the action just made them waggle around.

“And what’s a pig without her cute little curly cue tail?” Jason held up the plug, a thick, black silicone cone with a pink, rubber corkscrew tail wobbling at the end of the flared base. Darcy was no stranger to butt plugs. The plug itself wasn’t even as big as some of the tails Holly wore, but the idea of that thing inside her, shifting about as the springy tail bounced about humiliatingly behind her, both terrified and excited her.

“Nnmmmph! Hnnnfff!” she pleaded, shaking her head as he situated her on her back, her legs up and spread wide, a position she was intimately familiar with. Normally this was her diapering position. But not today. Today her master had other plans for her.

“You’re going to make a good little piglet for me,” Jason said, smiling down at her as he lined up the plug.

Darcy could only nod, mentally preparing herself for the inevitable. She closed her eyes as she felt the tip at the entrance of her rosebud, willing herself to relax. Slowly, inexorably, he forced the plug deep into her rectum until finally her sphincter tightened around the flared base.

“Good piggy,” he said, wiggling her tail.

Darcy blushed, her cheeks almost matching her still very red bottom.

“Let’s get you in your pen.” Jason scooped her up. Normally when he carried her he cradled her in his strong arms like a baby, making her feel small and safe and secure, but this time her hoisted her up under her waist. Instead of looking up into his face, she was left staring at the ground and his legs as he walked with her out of the house, carrying her into the backyard. She realized what he’d been doing with the hose finally, seeing the wet, muddy pit that was supposed to be her garden, another thing she’d been too lazy to do this year.

“In you go,” he said as he unceremoniously dumped her in, her knees and elbows immediately sinking into the cold, slimy muck.

“Mmmph?” she moaned, looking up at him, standing there proudly, hands on his hips, satisfied with his achievement in humiliation.

“And to make sure you don’t run amuck,” he said, heading back inside.

Darcy was left to wait for whatever else he had planned for her. She was used to crawling around; a spreader bar, having her legs frog-tied, diapers so thick she couldn’t close her legs, sometimes a combination of all three, but she’d always had her hands, even if sometimes they were locked in thick mittens. Now, trapped on her elbows, her boobs and belly and chin dragging through the mud as she attempted to maneuver herself, she felt a whole new level of helplessness. Every step she tried to take only seemed to make her sink further.

Jason reappeared, carrying her folded up playpen. The colorful plastic fence pieces were usually more for aesthetic than actually keeping her trapped, and she always knew that she could get out, even at her most baby. Now, watching him set it up around the mud pit, she wasn’t so sure.

“You’ll stay right out here in the filth where you belong,” Jason said, clicking the last piece into place. He pushed down hard on it, pushing the pen several inches into the mud. It wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was she. “This looks more fitting.” He leaned over the fence, reaching in and rubbing her behind the fake ears. “This is where my little piglet belongs.”

“Eeeeephh!” Darcy did the best imitation of a pig squeal she could muster around the mouth stopping ballgag.

“Now I’ve got work to do. Be a good little piggy and play in the mud.”

She squealed after him as he left her, unsure how long she was going to be stuck outside. Darcy crawled towards the driest corner of her little pen, pulling herself out of the sludge, resting uncomfortably on her belly as she stared at the window. She could hear him inside, presumably cleaning up her mess for her. At one point she could hear him talking, but she couldn’t make out what he was saying. He was probably talking to Holly; her plane would have landed by then. What would Holly do when she found her like this? The two women had found a relative balance in power as one played the baby and the other the dog, but if Darcy was reduced to a pig, not even a pet but livestock, any ounce of leverage she had was gone.

The mud was cold, but the sun on her naked back was hot. Jason hadn’t put sunscreen on her before leaving her trapped out there, but she quickly realized that he had left her with the means to protect herself. Darcy rolled onto her back, wallowing in the mud. She tried not to think about the other places the mud was getting, as her tail wiggled about while she rolled. A year and a half ago she never would have imagined being turned on by something so depraved. Hell, an hour ago she wouldn’t have even considered something like this.

“Bonjour!”

Darcy froze, still on her back in the muck. That voice, even through the exaggerated French accent, was unmistakable.

“Hello there. You must be the new maid.”

“Oui, Monsieur! I am Lissette, and I will serve you in any way I can.” She was in the door for ten seconds and she was already doing better job than Darcy had, with the accent and the fake name.

“I’m looking forward to it. My last maid was… disappointing.”

“Oh no! I am so very sorry to hear that, Monsieur! That must be very stressful for you. Surely there is something I can do to make it better?”

“I don’t know…”

“Please, monsieur. I have many skills. Let me serve you.”

Darcy could imagine them in there, her replacement and her master, the sexy Lissette on her knees, Monsieur’s big, hard cock in her mouth. Her talented tongue and lips working their magic.

“Your résumé undersold your abilities,” Jason said. Holly gave a muffled giggle, her mouth obviously full.

That woman with her man. Every time Darcy found herself getting cucked by her fiancés ex girlfriend, it got hotter and hotter. She couldn’t even see them this time, forced to fantasize about what they were doing together while she was out in the mud like a pig. Listening to the wet slurping sounds, she rubbed her muddy thighs together, rolling her hips, making the plug in her ass wiggle around inside her.

“You’re so much better than my previous maid.”

A gulp, a gasp of air, and then, “What happened to her?”

“I’ll show you.”

Holly seeing her like this was inevitable, but she still wasn’t ready for it. Darcy tried to flip over, but she was stuck, flailing her bound limbs in an attempt to right herself. She was like a turtle, stuck on her back.

The back door opened. If her mouth hadn’t already been wedged open as much as it could be, Darcy’s jaw would have dropped. Holly was wearing a French Maid uniform that made Darcy’s look like a cheap Halloween costume. It must have been custom tailored to her figure, the tight black fabric and white lace accentuating Holly’s already stunning hourglass figure. Her skyscraper heels that she flounced across the deck on did wonders for her calves and ass. Not a blonde hair of hers was out of place, done up in an elegant French braid.

There was a flash of a smile across Holly’s face, her red painted lips curling upwards in a grin as she saw her other lover. It was just a moment, and then she was back in character, throwing her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. “Oh my! What an adorable pig you have, Monsieur!”

Darcy pulled her arms and legs in, trying in vain to cover herself. She normally liked her more curvy figure, her ample boobs and butt, her soft tummy, even when Holly lovingly teased her about her “baby fat,” she was for the first time self conscious, seeing how sexy Holly looked in her uniform, especially compared to how Darcy had filled out her own. Holly wouldn’t be snacking on junk food in that uniform. Darcy really was a pig.

“She’s a very good piggy,” Jason said. He yanked the pen up out of the dirt and opened the side. “Come here, pig.”

She didn’t want to. She didn’t want to respond to that name, and worse, she wasn’t even sure she could.

“Come here, little piglet,” Holly said. “Come to Lisette.”

Darcy went back to the laborious task of rolling over, aware of how she jiggled and spread herself to get back on her shortened limbs, and began plodding back through the mud to her mistress.

“Such a good piglet!” Holly said, crouching in front of Darcy, cupping her muddy cheeks in her perfectly manicured hands. “Does she know any tricks?” she asked Jason.

“I don’t know,” Jason said. He smiled. “We could see if she knows how to hunt for truffles, put that cute little snout to good use.”

Holly beamed, spreading her legs, flashing her black lace thong. “Do you know how to hunt for truffles, piglet?”

Darcy’s eyes flicked back and forth from between Holly’s legs to her beautiful blue eyes. She nodded hard, squealing affirmatively.

Holly reached for the straps of her gag. “Good piglet.”