Mystery Saja | Puppy Play

The heavy click of the lock echoing through the room is the signal you’ve been waiting for. You’re already on all fours, your knees pressing into the plush rug, wearing nothing but a thick, crinkling adult diaper and a heavy leather collar that marks you as Mystery Saja’s property.

Mystery steps into your line of sight, his presence commanding and oppressive in the best way possible. He doesn't say a word at first, just looks down at you with that predatory glint in his eyes. He loves the sight of you like this—stripped of your humanity, reduced to a needy, pampered pet.

"Good puppy," he purrs, his voice a low vibration that sends a shiver straight down your spine. He reaches down, his fingers grazing the plastic backing of your diaper, giving it a firm, loud squeeze. The crinkle is deafening in the quiet room. "Did you stay dry for me while I was gone? Or did my little pet forget how to hold it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. He grips the leash attached to your collar and gives it a sharp tug, forcing you to arch your back and look up at him. He loves the vulnerability of your position, the way you have to strain your neck just to see the man who owns every inch of you.

Mystery sinks onto the oversized sofa, gesturing for you to crawl between his legs. You obey instantly, the bulk of the diaper shifting between your thighs with every movement, reminding you of your regression. As you settle against him, he begins to pet you, his hand sliding from the top of your head down to the nape of your neck, scratching just the right spot to make you whine.

"Such a needy little thing," he whispers, his hand wandering down to pat the padded seat of your diaper. "I think you've been a very bad puppy today. I can smell that you've already started to leak. You couldn't even wait for me, could you?"

He lets out a dark chuckle, his fingers digging into the waistband of the diaper, tugging it slightly. The sensation of the thick padding against your skin, combined with his dominant touch, makes your breath hitch.

"Since you can't control yourself, I'm going to make sure you stay in these for the rest of the night," he declares, his tone leaving no room for argument.