Page 169 of Morally Gray Daddies

"How… quaint," Lady Edna repeated, her lips curling into a barely concealed sneer.

Lord Adrian cleared his throat. "If you'll excuse us, Lady Edna, I believe they're about to start the tour of the new exhibit. Alice has been so looking forward to it."

Lord Adrian smoothly guided me away from Lady Edna, his hand firm on my lower back, his fingers descending just a little, onto my tailbone, so that I couldn’t help chewing the inside of my cheek at the memory of his plans for later. The plug’s subtle movements inside me sent jolts of helpless, taboo need through my body. I frowned a little, trying to maintain my innocent expression.

"Well handled, young lady," Lord Adrian murmured in my ear. "Lady Edna can be quite… well, bitchy, frankly. But you managed to charm her, I think."

I wasn't so sure about that, but I nodded anyway. "Thank you, Da— Lord Adrian," I whispered back, catching myself just in time. The praise, somewhat to my dismay, brought a real glow of affection to my chest. Lord Adrian Mallory was clearly a very naughty boy, but didn't that suit a bad girl like me?

We joined a small group gathering for the exhibit tour. As the guide began speaking about Victorian childhood, I tried to focus on her words. But the constant presence of the plug, combined with Lord Adrian's possessive touch, made it difficult to concentrate.

Halfway through the tour, I felt a familiar pressure in my bladder. I shifted uncomfortably, acutely aware of the diaper beneath my costume. The idle thought of… of using it here, surrounded by strangers, made my cheeks burn with humiliation.

I leaned close to Lord Adrian. "I need to use the restroom," I whispered urgently.

He glanced down at me, a wicked glint in his eye. "No, you don't," he replied softly. "Little girls use their diapers, Alice. That's what they're for."

My eyes widened in horror. "But... but I can't," I protested weakly.

Lord Adrian's eyes hardened slightly. "You can and you will, young lady," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "Unless you'd prefer to explain to everyone why you're wearing a diaper under that costume?"

I bit my lip hard, tears pricking at my eyes. The pressure in my bladder was becoming unbearable, but the thought of deliberately wetting myself in public was mortifying.

"Please," I whispered desperately. "I can't…"

Lord Adrian's hand slid lower, cupping my bottom through the layers of my costume. He squeezed gently, the pressure causing the plug to shift inside me. I had to stifle a gasp.

"You have until the end of this tour to obey, little one," he said softly. "After that, there will be consequences."

I swallowed hard, nodding miserably. As the tour guide droned on about Victorian schoolrooms, I struggled with my body's needs. The diaper felt thick and obvious between my legs, though logically I knew no one else could tell it was there.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I let go. Warm wetness flooded the diaper, and I had to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. The sensation was intensely humiliating, yet also strangely… freeing.

Lord Adrian must have sensed what was happening, because his hand squeezed my bottom again. "Good girl," he breathed in my ear.

As the mortifying warmth kept spreading through bulky fabric, I felt my face burn with shame. I couldn't believe I had done it, had peed on command, surrounded by other museum guests. The diaper grew heavy between my legs, the plastic pants containing the moisture but doing little to ease my embarrassment.

Lord Adrian's hand remained on my bottom, squeezing gently. "Such a good little girl," he murmured in my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear. "Daddy is very pleased with you."

I bit my lip hard, torn between humiliation and an unwelcome surge of pride at his praise. How could I possibly feel good about this degrading act? And yet… the glow inside reignited at his approval.

The tour continued, but I could barely focus on the guide's words. Every movement reminded me of the wet diaper, the plug still nestled inside me, the evidence of my submission to Lord Adrian's will. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust, but nothing distracted me from my utter degradation.

"Stand still, young lady," Lord Adrian warned softly. "Unless you'd like everyone to notice your predicament."

I froze, realizing my fidgeting might draw unwanted attention. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stay motionless, even as the wet fabric chafed against my sensitive skin.

Just then a bell rang. The guests moved into the museum’s grand entrance hall, where round tables welcomed us, elegantly set for a sumptuous dinner.

Lord Adrian guided me to a table near the center of the room, his hand still resting possessively on my lower back. As we approached, I saw several other costumed guests already seated — a man dressed as a Victorian gentleman, a woman in an elaborate frock that looked like it might come from a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, and to my dismay, Lady Edna in her Queen of Hearts costume.

"Ah, Adrian!" the Victorian gentleman called out jovially. "Do join us. And bring your charming Alice, of course."

My stomach churned with anxiety as Lord Adrian pulled out a chair for me. The wet diaper sagged heavily as I sat, and I had to fight to keep my expression neutral. The plug shifted inside me, sending a thrill through my body that made me gasp softly.

Lady Edna sat on Lord Adrian’s right, with Sir Geoffrey on her other side. To my left was a man who introduced himself as Johann Stier, and told me he had come from Switzerland for the gala.

"Are you quite alright, dear?" Lady Edna asked, her tone dripping with false concern. "You look a bit… flushed."

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