The email I posted the other day about things going wrong during playtime reminded me of something that happened a few years ago. My ex and I were having some weekend fun and I gave her a choice of helping me with the yardwork in only a diaper and shirt or spent the afternoon in the pillory while I did it. She opted for the pillory rather than possibly expose herself outside. I gave her three suppositories, taped her into a thick diaper and locked her into the pillory in our bedroom. I told her I would let her out after I finished the yard work.
About an hour later, while I was mowing the part of the yard furthest from the house, I saw her mother pull up and head for the door. I ran up to intercept her, but it was a big yard and took me a couple minutes to get there. By the time I got to the door, she had let herself in. I ran in the front door and found her in the kitchen. She said she had forgotten her cell phone after visiting that morning. As I showed her out, she commented that she thought someone had stepped in something and dragged it into the house, because it stunk so bad. Little did she know it was her own daughter’s diaper that was the smelly culprit. LOL