The Crimson Crown

My eyes drifted from him to the diaper clutched in his hands; my mouth was left agape. The shock was overwhelming, shattering the stoic front I had maintained up until this point. This was not something I could have prepared for. I had been ready for the harshness of a new court, the stern gazes of a king, the calculating look from a queen who was determining if I was a good fit for her son. My tutors had spent the better part of five years preparing me for this day, the inevitability of bearing an heir, the mannerisms of the kingdom, but this? Nothing could have prepared me.

“Pardon?” I squeaked.

Prince Dorian smiled, “As I said, I will control everything about you, including what you wear. How better to show your subservience than by allowing me to control something so intimate? I will be a good prince to you, my future queen. I will be gentle, but I will be firm. Please, come lie down; I do not want to punish you already.”

I felt as if my feet were encased in stone; who was this man to demand such things of me? I cleared my throat, glancing around the room, remembering where I stood. I was no longer home; I didn’t have the guards to call to my whim, I didn’t have my parents to lock criminals away and protect me, and I didn’t have the support of a kingdom behind me. No, I was trapped in a foreign land, unwed and at the whim of this seemingly mad man. The walls of the room seemed to close in on me, suffocating me with their foreignness. Calling the guards would do nothing; they certainly wouldn’t take the side of a prince’s betrothed over the direct orders of their prince.

My resolve had finally broken; I was caught in uncharted waters, my heart beating so fast I feared it would break free from my ribcage. “You have got to be kidding, please; I do not need those.”

“I know, which is why it’s such a fantastic tool to ensure your subservience. Please, entertain me for a moment; you have surely figured out you have no choice in the matter. Even if you somehow overpower me or escape, I can have the guards hold you down.” Prince Dorian said, sitting atop the table and patting the surface beside him.

I felt as if I were in a dream; my mind was clouded, and my thoughts were clouded. My feet moved of their own volition; I hadn’t realized I left the spot I was standing until I was next to him, looking down at the pink plastic held in his hands. He handed me the garment, and while its physical mass was low, it felt as if it weighed several tons in my hands. The surface of the diaper was smooth, made of a thin plastic that crinkled as I touched it, my fingers exploring its creases. I could hear my heart thundering in my ear as I unfolded it, Prince Dorian remaining quiet. The inside resembled any other diaper I had seen, soft leak guards springing into place as I opened it, a delicate white. The core of the diaper was pillowy and silky, with thin fabric separating the fluff from the wearer and thin blue stripes running down the center. My hand seemed to mold into its interior as I pressed it in, its pillowy nature forming to my fingers, extraordinarily soft, softer than any blanket I owned.

“How does it feel?” Prince Dorian asked, his voice as delicate and soft as the inside of the diaper.

“Soft,” I whispered, glancing at him, “Why?”

It was a simple question, but one that carried far more weight than its simplicity illuded to. Prince Dorian, for all I knew of him so far, was no fool; he saw through me and understood. His fingers joined my own, feeling the soft confines of the diaper.

“You have no physical needs for these,” Prince Dorian began to explain, “These will encompass your most intimate regions around the clock. By wearing these, you have to fully submit your mind and your body to me and your training; you will have no privacy with me, and I will know everything there is about my future queen. This is the ultimate form of trust between a man and his wife, and I vow never to betray that trust.”

Prince Dorian’s fingers found my chin, raising it, my eyes lifting from the pink diaper held in my hands to meet his own. I saw a sternness in those eyes and yet a softness as well, a kind, loving man. He would do what needed to be done, but submit to him, and you’d find yourself infatuated with him. I felt my knees growing weak; it would be easy to get lost in those eyes, my throat clenching, and the rest of the world fading away as I lingered on every word he spoke.

“We will take this slow, please; lay down, my sweet princess.” Prince Dorian asked, a smile kissing the edges of his lips.

Oh storms… I felt myself melting into that look, and for the briefest of moments, I found myself wanting to do anything to please this man, to make him happy and proud of me. His fingers gently removed the diaper from my own as he laid it on the table, his eyes leaving mine for just a moment. I felt his hands taking my hips, guiding me towards the table, my skin prickling with goosebumps as he touched me, like an electric shock coursing through my veins. 

The warrior woman that had entered the room, the one that vowed to never break, to never bend, had been conquered. In her place, a blushy schoolgirl, my entire being pulsating with emotions and hormones that spread like wildfire, my soul ignited. My thighs met the table’s edge, and Prince Dorian guided me to sit, swiveling me until I was lying on top of the diaper.

I was completely entranced, under his spell, my eyes gazing up at his as he towered over me. I felt so small, so innocent and helpless beneath the weight of that gaze. His sharp, tailored outfit was a stark contrast to my nudity; I felt so utterly out of my depths, floundering in the deep before I had even learned to swim. But, those eyes, those delicate fingers, the kind smile, this was a man I could trust. He kept my head afloat, offering guidance in the typhoon of a storm that surrounded me and controlled my emotions.

My heart swooned, the pillow meeting my lips, my head tilting back against the table ever so slightly as I let out the softest of moans. I had never been touched like this, and while his motions were not sexual, they sent a wave of euphoria through my body, as if he was touching every square inch of my body. Prince Dorian smiled down at me, pressing the pillow firmly before lifting, adjusting, and applying more powder to me. My eyes stayed on his, the edges of which curled in surprise, my mouth slightly agape. This wasn’t the predatory look of one looking to take advantage of a young woman, but more of a caring, loving father.

Prince Dorian returned the pillow to the case, ensuring the lid was on tightly. His fingers gathered the diaper resting below my derriere and brought the material up between my legs. The intricate layers and deeply soft interior of the diaper felt even more heavenly as it enveloped me, coming to rest just below my belly button. My arms lay beside me, numb in shock as Prince Dorian held the front of the diaper in place, his fingers pulling the tabs open and affixing them to the frontal landing zone. It was now I felt the sheer bulk of the garment, far thicker than any underwear I owned, soft and yet firmly keeping my legs from fully closing.

I stared up at him in shock and a mixture of confusion, his fingers pulling leak guards into place that nestled neatly in the crooks of my legs, practiced hands ensuring the bulky diaper fit comfortably while also preventing leaks. His hand rested against my crotch, a knowing smile on his lips as he stared down at me, “Doesn’t it feel better to submit?” he asked, “This is your place, and I think you know it.”

The anger I had felt before had faded like a fire before a tsunami. At his question, I expected that anger to return in full, simmering coal left unquenched. Yet, I felt a new feeling blossoming in its place, a feeling I had not felt in years, not since my childhood. My queenly nature was torn to ribbons, as my father often did to make me stronger, and yet as I reached for it, to be bold, to be mad, to chastise him for treating me as such, I found nothing. The reserve I held for self-preservation had been drained and absorbed by a lavender powder that was now encasing my midsection.

I couldn’t feel anger; I couldn’t feel hatred or disdain; I felt so weak, so small before this man, my dignity the weakest of whimpers at the back of my mind reminding me of the injustice this man had done me by stripping me of my decency. My eyes drifted from his face to the diaper now wrapped around my hips, my fingers caressing the delicate plastic that crinkled to my touch, somehow feeling different now that it encompassed me. 

Prince Dorian’s hands found mine, his fingers intertwined with my own, feeling my newly padded crotch, “My mother was the same way, her first time, my father said,” he explained, “there is something so intimate about this, about submitting yourself to another so completely and utterly.”

Prince Dorian positioned himself between my legs, leaning down and planting a kiss atop my diaper. While I couldn’t feel it, the sight of this man, between my legs as he was, planting lips where lips were never meant to be planted, sent shivers down my body. I felt as if my entire body were a furnace, radiating heat in shame and nervous energy. His face turned up to meet my eyes as I watched him, my fingers urged to twine themselves in that hair, to feel something tangible. 

“I realize this is a lot to take in, and I promise to make it as smooth and easy a transition as possible for you. Is there anything I can do to make it easier?” Prince Dorian asked.

Ohh, storms, how I wanted to make this man happy. A piece of me wanted desperately to please him, to do as he said, a very strong piece of me. Yet, a logical side to me remembered that I had been treated with disrespect upon arriving here; I had been toyed with and treated as if I were subhuman. While my anger did not return in full, I felt control of my emotions return that had fled soon after entering the bed chamber.

“Must I wear these full-time?” I asked, my voice still soft and weak, “Does anyone else know about this ritual you partake in?”

Prince Dorian smiled, placing another kiss atop my diaper, making me swoon, my mind momentarily fuzzing as he stood again, helping me to a seated position and sitting beside me. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him sitting this close, and despite myself, I felt a strong desire to melt into his strong arms, to be held and consoled.

“Of course, you will not be provided any other undergarments. The queen, king, and your attendants are the only ones who know. It’s a carefully guarded secret that no one outside this castle is aware of.” Prince Dorian explained, his hand taking mine and resting it on top of my naked thigh, my skin forming goosebumps as I quelled my excitement.

A question formed in my mind, one that I had thought of before but had been too preoccupied to ask. “You mentioned your mother, the queen, receiving a similar treatment when she met your father,” I stated, feeling a sudden nervousness form as I forced out the rest of my question, “Does she still… uhh…” my tongue faltered and fell flat on its face, my cheeks burning with humiliation as I found myself unable to finish.

“Still wear diapers?” Prince Dorian asked gently with a kind smile. 

I nodded sheepishly, my cheeks rosy with shame.

“Of course, she will always. At first, as I’m sure you will be, she was apprehensive about them. Then, as she found herself in the intricate dresses and styles of a queen, she found them convenient. As their relationship progressed, they found diapers brought them together in a unique way. It forced them to remain intimate even after the birth of their heirs; they aren’t strangers to one another’s bodies, and they truly have a sense of how the other is feeling.” Prince Dorian explained. 

I found myself increasingly humiliated, my entire body blushing, a redness to compliment my hair. “Aren’t you supposed to see me as a queen? Not a baby?” I asked curiously, my voice hoarse.

“You are my queen.” Prince Dorian said lovingly, “I in no way see you as anything less because of what you wear. I will make you feel loved; I will make you feel sexy and desirable. This is our little secret.”

Somehow, I found myself blushing even more. I felt completely out of my depths; the rest of the world had faded away; the only things that seemed to exist to me were the pillowy soft diaper around my hips, this man's touch, and his silver tongue that effortlessly ensnared me. I had a million questions racing through my head, ones a queen would ask even in this situation. While these questions sifted through my mind, one bubbled to the top, one that escaped my lips, one that I wanted to pull back as soon as I uttered. “You find me sexy?”

I groaned internally, my eyes rolling; I wanted to die in embarrassment. Prince Dorian chuckled, his hand squeezing my thigh. He leaned towards me, and I found myself facing him in surprise as he planted a delicate kiss on my cheek. I swooned, a silly schoolgirl, a chirp of excitement deep in the back of my throat as a warmth blossomed from where he kissed me.

“I do, my princess. I genuinely do. I look forward to our time together.” Prince Dorian said, his words firm yet delicate, embracing me; I wanted to melt into him.

The intricate and imposing facade I had harnessed prior to our meeting had long since crumbled to pieces, and I felt utterly ashamed. We sat there; Prince Dorian held me as I tried to regain my composure. “What now?” I asked, trying desperately to regain some footing.

“I’m sure you're hungry. It was a long journey, and I doubt you want to eat in the main dining hall tonight.” Prince Dorian chuckled, leaning over the side of the table. “The hardest part is over. Sit back, relax, and let me care for you.” 

A large part of me wanted to do just that: to melt into his embrace and not have to worry about a thing. I knew better; I knew I should be queenly and in charge, and yet, I found it impossible at this moment. I felt his hands upon my sides, goosebumps forming as he rotated my body, swinging my legs over the side and leaning me back into his lap. My heart pounded in my chest, a tumultuous rumble reverberating through me as I rested back, my head cradled in the crook of his arm, his loving smile beaming down upon me as he brought something to my lips.