Wrath of the Fire Princess (private)
 

"You have failed me Faer!" Azula growled as she angrily smacked a vase and sent flying off a table into a wall. "I send you to simply capture the avatar and humiliate my brother in the process, and what do you do? You let him escape!" She screamed in frustration. "This will not do. You need to be taught a lesson." She smirked as she looked him over. "And I think I know just how to do it."

I jump as my mistress, Azula, smacks a vase and shatters it. It is true, the avatar had escaped me, but he didn't do it alone, this brother of my mistress was the cause. Swallowing and taking a deep breath, I speak.

"M'lady your brother, Zuko is to blame. He came and released the avatar. However I was in charge, so you are correct, I did fail you, m'lady. I apologize," I say bowing my head.

"As you should be." Azula circled around him, play fulling twirling part the boy's hair around with her finger. "But like I said, I know of ways to better teach you." She chuckled. "You are going to be the first in line for a special new method I plan on implementing for keeping people in line. You're so very very lucky." A devious smirk grew upon her face before then proceeding to force him to stand up. "Strip down for me. While I bring in the nessesarry materials."

Swallowing I nod. Taking off my armor, my tunic and pants as well as my underwear. Soon I am completely naked. I don't know what she has planned but I know better than to defy my mistress. Sighing I wait for her to return.

As Azula walked back in, so with her came a number of servants wheeling in a number of strange looking items that were most certainly meant to be used on Faer. It mostly looked to be clothing, but there were plenty of other things too. Besides the servants, there was one other person who entered. Someone who looked very out of place in a fire nation temple. It was a young water bender dressed in dancer attire. She seemed rather nervous.

"Uh Princess?" She gulped as she tried not to make eye contact with the oh so scary one. "Why am I needed here? I'm an entertainer. What am I supposed to do with him?" She looked at the naked boy and desperatley hoped that this wasn't going where she thought it was.

"And entertain you shall my dear." Azula smirked. "But first our friend here needs to be properly dressed." She took a small garment and pointed towards the ground. "Lay down now Faer."

(Any chance you'd be willing to play one of Azula's friends when Lisoqua needs to be diapered?)

OOC: I'll think about it. I'm not terribly good at caretaker rules.

Swallowing once again I nod. Seeing the water bender, a good friend of mine, I try to smile.
Still I have no idea what my mistress has planned for me. Laying down on the ground, I brace myself for what is to come. Whatever happens, I hope that m'lady can forgive me. She is very beautiful and I think I am beginning to like her, but the question is does she feel the same? What fate awaits me at her hands, remains unknown. I must be brave, I must be brave.

(Remind me, how are you at sissy stuff? Do you like it or hate it?)

"We'll see." Azula mused as she proceeded to lay the garment under his bottom and apply a strange tingly powder to his crotch before folding it up and taping it on."Aww how pwecious." She cooed in amocking tone as she proceeded to laugh at her captive. "Look at the cute little baby in his diapee." She pinched his cheeks to emphasize his embarrassment.

OOC: Sissy stuff is fine, sonicmixer.

I blush a deep red as m'lady cooes at me and calls me a cute little baby. Trying to be brave, I hold back my tears. For a warrior with as much renown as myself, to be reduced to nothing more than an infant, is... Well terrible. Still I guess I deserved it for my actions. I humbly look at the two, unable to do anything more.

"Hmm.. now that I think about it, the term "he" might be giving too much credit. I think someone needs a makeover!" She grinned as she was presented some of the proper articles needed for his new look. First came the frilly dress which looked as though it belonged on a 5 year old. She slipped it on, fluffed and angled it just right so that it would never fully cover his diaper. Next came an overdone makeup and hair job. Makeup covered his entire face and made him look like some sort of doll.

Being made a girl as well. This was going to far. I could handle what she had done before, but this was just too much. I can no longer keep back the tears. Soon rivers of tears stream down my cheeks. I feel as if all that I am has been stripped from me. I go limp in her arms. Trembling as I silently cry. Why would she do this to me? Wasn't it enough that I was nothing more than an infant now. Swallowing I try to find the words to say, but am unable to do so.