Chapter 27 — Roll Reversal

Elara woke the next morning, groaning as a yawn escaped her lips. She stretched lazily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, her body still tangled in Quinn’s warm embrace. The cold, clammy sensation between her legs reminded her of the once-fresh diaper Quinn had changed her into last night—now thoroughly soaked. She vaguely recalled stirring in the night and letting go, or at least she told herself she did. Truthfully, it might’ve just been wishful thinking, a way to ease the embarrassment of losing control.

The pacifier Quinn had popped into her mouth before bed had fallen out sometime in the night, lying discarded nearby. She could feel the bare skin of Quinn’s breasts pressed firmly against her back. Another day… more misery, she thought with a quiet sigh.

That is, until a sly grin crept across her face as she remembered their agreement. Today wasn’t Quinn’s turn to be in charge. No, today, Elara was the caregiver. The realization sent a thrill through her, and she shifted carefully in Quinn’s embrace, turning over to face her. The other girl grumbled softly in her sleep, barely stirring as Elara maneuvered herself upward until Quinn’s head rested level with her chest.

What better way to start the day and show who’s in charge than this? With a smirk, Elara bared her chest, guiding one nipple toward Quinn’s parted lips. Before she could wake fully, Elara pressed it into her mouth. “Come on, little one, nurse for me,” she ordered, voice firm.

Whether from sleep deprivation or simply not yet registering what was happening, Quinn’s lips closed around the offered flesh without resistance. She began to suck gently, instinctively, even though there was no milk to give. The sensation shot through Elara like lightning, a sharp jolt of pleasure that made her breath hitch. Her hand cradled the back of Quinn’s head, holding her there as she savored the electric feeling.

“That's it,” Elara murmured, watching those lips work against her skin. “Just like that. You’re gonna be good for me today, aren’t you?” Her tone carried a teasing edge, relishing the shift in power as she felt Quinn stir slightly but not pull away.

Quinn’s eyes fluttered half-open, hazy with sleep, but she didn’t stop. A muffled sound escaped her, something between confusion and compliance, as she continued to nurse. Elara bit her lip, stifling a soft moan at how sensitive it felt. “Don’t worry about anything else right now,” she cooed. “Just focus on this. Let me take care of everything.”

She shifted closer still, pressing herself more firmly against Quinn’s mouth while her free hand traced down to rest on her hip possessively. The cold dampness of her own diaper was forgotten for now; all that mattered was asserting control and enjoying every second of this new dynamic. “Keep going,” she urged quietly. “We’ve got all day to play by my rules.”

Elara grinned down at Quinn, watching as the girl’s eyes fluttered with the slow haze of waking. A faint flush crept across Quinn’s cheeks, her lips still working gently. Elara’s fingers threaded through Quinn’s hair again, a soft gasp catching in her throat as Quinn rolled her nipple between her teeth, sending a sharp jolt through her.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Elara whispered under her breath, barely suppressing a moan. Her free hand trailed down Quinn’s body, nails dragging lightly over bare skin, leaving faint red lines in their wake until she reached the edge of Quinn’s diaper. She pressed her palm against the padding, feeling it—dry, surprisingly. That wouldn’t do. Quinn should’ve been soaked by now, and Elara was determined to change that.

“Do you need to go potty, sweetie?” she asked, voice dripping with teasing intent as she tilted Quinn’s chin up slightly, forcing her to meet her gaze while still keeping her mouth in place.

Quinn curled tighter against her, body pressing closer as if seeking comfort, but Elara caught the faint murmur of agreement muffled against her chest. A smirk tugged at her lips.

Her hand slid lower, slipping between Quinn’s thighs to cup the diaper firmly, rubbing the padding. “Why don’t you go potty for me,” she said with a wicked grin, voice low and coaxing. “Show me what a good girl you are.”

Quinn’s breath hitched, a small whimper escaping around the tit in her mouth as her hips shifted under the touch. Her eyes darted up to meet Elara’s for a fleeting second, hazy and uncertain, before closing again as she pressed herself harder into Elara.

“Come on now,” Elara urged, fingers massaging through the material with more insistence. “Don’t hold back. Let it go right here—I wanna feel it get all warm and wet.” She leaned down, brushing her lips against Quinn’s forehead as she kept up the gentle but firm pressure between her legs.

A soft sound escaped Quinn, half-protest, half-surrender, as her body tensed for a moment before relaxing. Elara felt it almost instantly—the sudden warmth spreading beneath her palm as the padding grew heavy and damp under her touch.

“There we go,” she purred, stroking through the now-soaked material with satisfaction. “That’s my girl. Feels better now, doesn’t it?” Her hand lingered there, kneading lightly as she watched every flicker of embarrassment and relief play across Quinn’s face while those lips still sucked lazily at her chest.

“Keep nursing,” she added, tightening her grip in Quinn’s hair just enough to remind her who was calling the shots today. “We’re just getting started. Gotta take care of that diaper soon—but not yet. I’m enjoying this too much.”

Elara sighed with satisfaction as the nursing session wound down, her body tingling from the maddening flicks of Quinn’s tongue against her other breast. Soft moans slipped past her lips, but eventually, she gently pulled back, letting Quinn rest there on the mattress. Before climbing out, she spotted the discarded pacifier nearby and, with a sly grin, shoved it into Quinn’s mouth. “Babies always need something to suck,” she teased.

Elara reached back to help Quinn out as well. Her bare feet padded across the floor toward the changing table when a sudden idea sparked in her mind. She was the caregiver today, she could do whatever she damn well pleased. Standing there for a moment, she felt Quinn’s curious eyes on her. With a mischievous smirk, Elara relaxed and emptied her bladder into the already soaked diaper, earning a soft giggle from Quinn.

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” Quinn mumbled around the pacifier, her tone light and amused.

“Not when I’m in charge,” Elara shot back with a wink. She climbed up onto the changing table herself, lying back as she popped open the tabs of her diaper. The cool air hit her damp skin as she grabbed a pack of wipes from the side shelf.

But before she could start cleaning herself up, Quinn stepped up beside her, tilting her head. “May I help?” she asked softly, a hint of eagerness in her voice.

Elara paused mid-motion, a wide grin spreading across her face as she leaned back fully against the padded surface. “Why yes, yes you can, little one,” she purred, spreading her legs slightly in invitation.

Quinn smiled, taking the wipes from her hand and beginning to clean her up with slow, deliberate strokes. Elara let out a content sigh—this was the life. Just leaning back, relaxing while someone else took care of her needs. The cool touch of the wipes against her skin felt soothing after the long night… until something shifted.

Her eyes snapped open just as Quinn’s hands moved to her wrists. “What are you—” she started to ask, but before she could process it fully, Quinn had maneuvered swiftly. In a matter of seconds, Elara found herself spread eagle on the table, wrists and ankles secured by the Velcro restraints tucked into each corner of the changing surface.

“Hey! What’s this about?” Elara tugged lightly at the straps, a mix of surprise and curiosity flashing across her face as she looked up at Quinn.

Quinn smirked down at her, tossing aside the used wipe with a casual flick. “Thought I’d have a little fun of my own,” she said around the pacifier still bobbing between her lips before spitting it out onto the table. “You’ve been calling the shots all morning—let’s see how you like being at my mercy for a bit.”

Elara’s breath hitched slightly; even though she was supposed to be in charge today their dynamic always had room for play like this. “Oh yeah? And what exactly do you plan on doing now that you’ve got me all tied up?”

Quinn leaned over her slowly until their faces were inches apart; those familiar wicked glints danced within them again. “I’m gonna take my sweet time cleaning you up... among other things.” One finger traced lazily along inner thigh stopping short of Elara’s sex. “And you’re not getting loose ‘til I’m good an’ ready.”

“Big talk,” Elara said, squirming against the restraints. “Better make it worth my while then.”

“Don’t worry, I plan to.” Quinn grinned, running the wipes over Elara’s bare skin.

Quinn finished wiping Elara clean, her touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary, sending small shivers through the bound girl. Then, to Elara’s surprise, Quinn climbed up onto the changing table, settling between her spread legs. Without a word, she leaned down, her breath hot against Elara’s exposed sex, and pressed her mouth right to her core, tongue flicking out with hungry intent.

“Fuck!” Elara gasped, hips jerking against the Velcro restraints. “You sneaky little—oh, shit!”

Quinn didn’t respond, just hummed against her, lips and tongue working with ruthless precision. She sucked hard at the sensitive bud, dragging a sharp moan from Elara’s throat, while her hands gripped tight at her thighs, keeping them pinned wide.

“You like that, huh?” Quinn muttered between licks, voice muffled but dripping with smugness. “Thought you were in charge today. Guess not.”

Elara’s head tipped back against the padded surface, teeth biting into her lip as waves of pleasure rolled through her. “Shut up and keep going,” she panted, voice strained. “Don’t you dare stop now.”

“Oh, I won’t,” Quinn shot back, diving in deeper. Her tongue pushed inside for a moment before pulling back to circle around again, teasing every inch of slick flesh. One hand slid up, fingers spreading her open wider for better access, while her mouth kept up its relentless assault.

“Goddamn it—fuck, right there!” Elara’s moans grew louder, unrestrained as her body arched as much as the straps allowed. Her wrists tugged uselessly at the restraints, desperate for something to grab onto as tension coiled tight in her belly.

Quinn chuckled darkly against her, the vibration sending another jolt straight through. “Look at you, already falling apart. Didn’t take much.” She sucked harder for emphasis, drawing out a broken cry before easing off just enough to drag her tongue in slow, torturous strokes.

“You’re such an asshole,” Elara managed between gasps, thighs trembling under Quinn’s grip. “Faster—come on, don’t tease me now.”

“Begging already?” Quinn lifted her head just enough to smirk up at her, lips glistening. “Fine. Since you asked so nice.” She dove back in, pace picking up as her tongue flicked rapidly over that swollen spot, pushing Elara closer to the edge with every second.

“Shit—I’m gonna—” Elara’s words cut off into a sharp whine, body tensing hard before pleasure crashed over her, shaking through every muscle. Quinn didn’t let up right away, lapping at her through the aftershocks until oversensitivity made her squirm.

Finally pulling back, Quinn wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grinning down at her helpless prey. “Told ya I’d make it worth your while.” Her fingers trailed lightly over quivering skin.

With a sly smirk, Quinn finished diapering Elara, the fresh padding snug against her skin. She undid Elara’s restraints and helped her down before Elara helped Quinn take her place. “If you think for even one moment I’m not gonna repay that... you are sadly mistaken,” Elara said, her voice low as she secured the Velcro restraints around Quinn’s wrists and ankles, pinning her spread-eagle just as she’d been moments before.

Quinn grinned up at her, wriggling her hips against the padded surface. “I expected nothing less.”

“Ohh? And you think you’ll just get away with being naughty? Pinning Mommy down like that and taking charge?” Elara’s tone was sharp, playful, as she popped open the tabs of Quinn’s soaked diaper, peeling it back to expose her. “I think someone needs a lesson.”

Quinn’s breath hitched, her body squirming slightly under the restraints. “Bring it on then. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Elara didn’t reply right away, instead grabbing a wipe and starting to clean Quinn with slow, deliberate strokes. She dragged the cool cloth over sensitive skin, lingering just long enough to tease, letting Quinn’s hips twitch in anticipation. Leaning down close, she let her breath ghost over Quinn’s inner thighs, making it seem like she was about to go lower—only to pull back at the last second with a wicked chuckle.

“Fuck, don’t play with me like that,” Quinn groaned, tugging at the straps as her body arched slightly. “You’re such a tease.”

“Patience, little one,” Elara shot back, finishing with the wipes. Her hand dipped below the table, fingers brushing against a small jar she’d noticed earlier. Popping it open, she scooped out something, perfect for what she had in mind. “I’ve got something special for you.”

Quinn’s eyes narrowed slightly, curious but wary. “What’re you up to now?”

“You’ll see.” Elara’s hand slid between Quinn’s legs, fingers brushing against her pussy first, dipping in just enough to draw a sharp gasp. Quinn’s hips bucked into the touch, but that wasn’t Elara’s goal. Her slick fingers trailed lower, gliding between Quinn’s thighs, tracing over untouched skin until they reached their target.

“Hey, wait—what—” Quinn started, but before she could protest further, Elara pressed forward, slipping one finger—and the laxative—into Quinn’s tight ass. The intrusion made Quinn jolt against the restraints, a mix of shock and sensation ripping a whine from her throat.

“Shh, relax,” Elara cooed, working her finger slowly to ease it in deeper before pulling out, leaving the suppository to do its work. “Just a little something to remind you who’s really in charge today. You’ve been naughty—now you’re gonna feel it.”

Quinn’s face flushed deep red, her breaths coming quicker as she squirmed. “You’re fucking evil,” she muttered, voice shaky but laced with reluctant arousal. “That’s gonna… fuck, you know what that’s gonna do.”

“Exactly.” Elara wiped her hands clean, grinning down at her pinned prey. “I want you to feel every second of this lesson. You’ll be begging me to change you soon enough.” She leaned closer, dragging a finger along Quinn’s trembling thigh. “Let’s see how long you can hold out before things get… messy.”

Quinn bit her lip, eyes flashing with defiance despite her vulnerable position. “You’re gonna regret this when it’s my turn again.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” Elara replied, smirking as she tapped Quinn’s exposed skin lightly. “But for now, be good and take your punishment like a big girl.”

Elara smirked as she reached for the soaked diaper Quinn had changed her out of, the damp padding heavy in her hands. Before Quinn could get a word in, she slid it under her hips, securing the tabs. “Let’s see how you like wearing my leftovers,” she taunted, her voice thick with mischief.

“What the hell—seriously?” Quinn squirmed against the restraints, her face twisting in protest, but the restraints held firm. “That’s disgusting!”

“Oh, hush. You’ve earned this,” Elara shot back, grabbing not one, but two more fresh diapers from the stack nearby. She layered them over the first, fastening each one tighter than the last until Quinn was pinned beneath a thick, bulky pile of padding. “There we go. You’re not getting out of this anytime soon.”

Quinn groaned, shifting her hips as much as she could under the weight of the triple layer. “You’re a damn sadist. This is overkill.”

“Overkill? Nah. Just making sure you feel every bit of your punishment.” Elara leaned down, running a hand over the outermost diaper with a wicked grin. “With that little surprise I slipped in you and all this padding, you’re gonna be begging me before long. But guess what? I’m in no rush.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Quinn muttered, her cheeks burning red as she tugged uselessly at the straps. Her body tensed slightly, already feeling the early stirrings from the laxative starting to work.

“Damn right I am.” Elara patted the thick bulge between Quinn’s legs mockingly. “Look at you, all bundled up like a helpless little thing. Bet it’s starting to hit now, isn’t it? Don’t hold back on my account—I wanna hear every pathetic little sound when it does.”

Quinn bit her lip hard, glaring up at her but unable to hide the faint tremor in her thighs. “Fuck you,” she hissed through gritted teeth, though her voice wavered.

“Aw, don’t be like that. You’ll thank me later… maybe.” Elara chuckled darkly, stepping back to admire her handiwork. She crossed her arms, tilting her head as she watched Quinn struggle against the inevitable. “Go on then. Let’s see how long you can fight it before those diapers get put to good use.”