He laid her, still comatose, on the bed, then, swiftly and efficiently before she recovered, neatly fastened an oversized towelling diaper onto her.

Groggily she blinked, moved her head, looked down at him and weakly tried to swat him away.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

He didn’t answer, finished fitting the polyurethane laminate snap on panties, tucked the towelling inside their elasticated legs and leaned over her. His hands below her shoulders he pulled her forward into a seated position, her arms flopping helplessly to the side, her head lolling on his muscular chest.

He reached down, pulled the panties up, forcing the diaper snug against her, the panties now covering it completely, protection for the bed should she lose control.

As she lay back on the bed, too confused to respond, he reached for the restraints that would give her no choice. She would lose control.