Ginger had heard about this place from a trusted girlfriend; during a long and tipsy happy hour, the friend had described this place as a “sex fantasy amusement park/spa.” Her friend had given her a business card, with only a phone number on it. Ginger brushed it off at the time, but after several weeks of wondering, she caved and gave the number a call.
Ginger found herself sitting in a simple, yet fancy modern office. Across the desk from her was a calm, professional woman named Scarlett, explaining all the paperwork and answering her questions. Scarlett had given her a list of sexual situations, kinks and fantasies to look through. The idea was that each guest would craft a personal fantasy they’d like to live out, and for a hefty fee the establishment would create that “Experience” for them.
Ginger browsed through the suggestions, and one of the menu items jumped out at her immediately – it was something she was always curious about, but never wanted to bring up with an actual partner. She quickly checked off some boxes, before she lost her nerve, and handed the form back to Scarlett. Scarlett looked over it and smiled, saying, “Wonderful, I’ll just need you to sign here and we can begin the experience.”
*****
Ginger wakes up slowly, she feels a little dazed, and it takes a few moments for her to blink her eyes open. She is lying down on her back, above her is a gray concrete ceiling. Ginger tries to to rub her eyes with her hand, but she finds that they are bound together and secured above her head. She quickly looks down the length of her body to assess what else might be bound. She finds that her feet are also strapped down, each ankle is secured and spread slightly apart, resting next to the edges of the surface she is lying on. Ginger can only lift her head so high, but it seems she is lying on a flat table, it has some padding and reminds her of the exam table at a doctors office, but longer to accommodate her full length. Ginger is happy to find that she is somewhat clothed, wearing a hospital gown-like garment.
Looking around, it seems like Ginger is alone in the room, at least for the moment. It’s a reasonable sized room, but it feels larger due to it’s cold and industrial nature. There are fluorescent lights, gray concrete floors and drab walls. Around the room are various cabinets and mysterious looking equipment, along with a small seating area. The oddest part is what looks like a large, caged-off area in the corner.
As she’s looking at the cage, Ginger here’s a door open on the other side of the room. She whips her head in that direction and sees two men entering. Both are handsome and stoic, but one is clearly the leader due to his more mature age and general sense of confidence. Ginger feels a shiver of hesitation, wondering what she has gotten herself into; here she is completely bound and barely clothed, apparently at the mercy of two complete strangers. The two men walk towards her and look her over with their eyes; Ginger feels incredibly self conscious, but she cannot move any part of her body to hide.
The older man says, “Hello Ginger, you may address me as the Doctor, and this is my assistant.”
Ginger nods, unsure if she should speak or not.
“We will begin your experience with an examination,” says the Doctor, who gives a slight nod to his partner.
The Assistant takes action and wheels over a cart that has a multitude of implements on it. The Doctor starts with simple tasks, like taking her blood pressure and listening to her breaths with a stethoscope. Ginger shivers with each touch, not yet used to this stranger’s hands. Without much warning, the Doctor slides his hand under the collar of Ginger’s gown, and places his hand on her breast. Ginger’s pulse quickens as he deftly examines her breast through touch. He removes his hand and moves down the table, this time he gently lifts the hem of her gown, and folds it over, exposing her from the ribcage down.
Ginger takes in a deep breath; a quick peek confirms what she suspected, that she has no underwear on. The Doctor and the Assistant can both see her completely exposed vagina. The Doctor places his hands gently on her abdomen and applies pressure, moving his hands this way and that. The Assistant is holding a small bottle out towards the Doctor, anticipating his next step. After applying a small amount of lube, The Doctor swiftly enters Ginger with two fingers. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, but the Doctor stays stoic faced as usual. He moves around, clinically assessing her vagina. Before Ginger can even get comfortable, he is back out and nodding to the Assistant.
Each of the men unstrap one of Ginger’s ankles, and the Assistant moves to take both of them in his hands. He holds her ankles shoulder width apart, and raises Ginger’s legs up straight up. This leaves not only Ginger’s vagina exposed, but also her asshole. The Doctor busies himself at the cart and when he turns around Ginger’s eyes go wide; in his hand is a butt plug, something she has never used before. The Doctor walks over and Ginger starts squirming; the Assistant strengthens his grip on her and pins her down further.
Once again, the Doctor applies lube to his fingers and slowly starts tracing around Ginger’s asshole. At first Ginger is very tense, but soon she finds herself enjoying the sensation and relaxes. The Doctor presses the tip of his finger up against her hole, and slowly pushes in. Ginger’s muscles instinctually resist, but the Doctor keeps pushing, eventually inserting his entire finger. Slowly, he moves around and around, in and out, stretching and loosening Ginger’s asshole. Once satisfied, he removes his finger and grabs the butt plug.
Placing it against Ginger’s opening, he slowly pushes it in. Ginger gasps, it’s not huge but it is certainly bigger than a finger. The widest part slides past her opening and she can feel the flat bottom coming to a stop against the outside of her asshole. She clenches a few times, eventually getting used to the sensation.
The Assistant brings her ankles together and lifts upwards, raising Ginger’s bottom off the table and surprising her. She hears a crinkling noise and looks over to see the Doctor with an adult diaper in his hands. Ginger’s eyes widen, not sure if she’s ready for this. The Doctor unfolds the diaper and slips it under Ginger’s hips. She certainly feels like a baby, with one man holding her up by her ankles and the other putting a diaper on her.
The Assistant lowers her legs down and her bottom comes to rest on the open diaper. The Doctor begins rubbing a cool cream all around Ginger’s privates, moving over her butt cheeks, labia and pubis mound. Ginger feels a flutter of pleasure run through her as he grazes her most intimate skin. Next, the Doctor lifts up the front of the diaper, and pulls it tight against Ginger’s body, fastening it in place. It feels odd to Ginger, it is snug and tight, almost comforting. It makes her aware of her still tingling clitoris, and of the butt plug nestled inside of her. She is also embarrassed though, in a diaper in front of these two men.
The Doctor gives the front of the diaper a little pat, and pulls the gown back over Ginger’s legs. The Assistant walks to the head of the table and unclasps Ginger’s hands, freeing her. The Doctor guides Ginger off the table, and walks her to the corner of the room with the cage. With each step, Ginger can feel the diaper tight against her skin. Approaching the cage, Ginger can see that the ‘walls’ are about seven feet high, and the entire thing is made of vertical iron bars. Inside on the floor are some blankets, pillows and a few toys.
The Doctor stops, opens the gate and says, “This is your playpen. You will be left to yourself in here for the next few hours.”
Ginger looks at them both in disbelief – do they really want her to go in here? The Doctor gives her a gentle, yet meaningful nudge on the back. Ginger steps in, she can immediately feel that the floor is padded, making it comfortable enough to sit or lie on. The Assistant steps in and holds something out to her, it looks like a large baby bottle.
“For when you get thirsty,” the Assistant says while he hands it to her.
The Doctor closes the door and locks it shut; him and the Assistant both leave the room. She looks down at the bottle, there is no way I am drinking from a bottle she thinks, and sets it down. Over the next hour or so, Ginger tries to distract herself, but there is no question that she is getting very thirsty. She has no real sense of how long it’s been since she drank that glass of water in Scarlett’s office. Eventually, she picks up the bottle and takes a sip. It’s simply water, but it feels so good in Ginger’s parched mouth. Without thinking she drinks the whole bottle, not even caring that it makes her feel ridiculous.
Afterwards, Ginger realizes she’s also sleepy, so she lays down and takes a nap. When she awakes, unsure of how long it’s been, Ginger feels the familiar pressure in her bladder, she has to go pee. Ginger is of course wearing a diaper, but there is no way she is ready to use it yet. As the next half hour passes, Ginger becomes more and more aware of her need to use the bathroom, it’s all she can focus on. Finally, the two men reenter the room; Ginger gets up and stands in the middle of the playpen, waiting for them to approach.
The Assistant opens the gate and the Doctor enters. He steps to Ginger and lifts up the hem of her gown, exposing her diaper. He reaches down and palms her pubis, Ginger twitches at the contact, she can feel the slight pressure of his hand through her diaper. The Doctor can tell Ginger has not used the diaper yet; he looks her in the eyes and then moves behind her. Ginger can feel him untying the back of her gown – with a whoosh, it falls to her feet and she is left standing completely naked, other than the diaper of course. She moves to cover her chest, but the Doctor is too quick for her and intercepts her hands.
He binds them together in soft cuffs, her hands fall as one in front of her, grazing her diaper. He pushes her forwards and leads her out of the playpen. The Doctor stops her in the middle of the floor, takes her bound hands and lifts them up. What Ginger did not see before was a hook hanging down from the ceiling, which the Doctor swiftly attaches her hands to.
Ginger is hanging naked from the ceiling; her bound wrists are hooked high above her head, so that her feet are just barely flat against the ground. The doctor steps behind her and reaches an arm around, gripping one of her breasts. He pulls her body backwards, pressing her back against the wide swath of his chest. Still cupping her breast and holding her tight against him, he reaches up and lays his other hand against her forehead, forcing her head back against his shoulder, so her view is angled upwards to the ceiling.
With the top of her body completely subdued, the Doctor forcefully nudges one of his knees in-between her thighs. Ginger cannot resist much because any movement cause her to loose her footing. His knee forces her legs apart, and her legs are spread apart by just a foot or so; Ginger can feel her diapered butt and pubis resting against the Doctor’s thigh. With Ginger in position, the Doctor give’s Ginger’s breast a final squeeze and moves his hand down to her abdomen.
Ginger starts to panic, her bladder is so full that even the lightest touch causes her discomfort. The Doctor lets his hand rest for a moment, before he starts applying pressure to her abdomen. Ginger resists the pressure against her full bladder for as long as she can, but after a few moments she loses control. She can feel herself relax as the urine begins to rush out of her and into the diaper. It feels like it goes on forever as Ginger’s diaper goes from dry to warm and wet. The feeling is odd and slightly uncomfortable; she can still feel the Doctor’s knee pressing against her, and she is sure he can feel the diaper growing heavier against his leg.
She closes her eyes, ashamed at the position she has been put in. She can feel the Assistant’s eyes on her from across the room, watching her pee herself like a baby. When the flow finally stops, the Doctor reaches down further and places his palm against her wet diaper, he gives her pubis a firm caress before he pulls away and leaves Ginger hanging alone.
Ginger goes lax and hangs her head, trying to hide her face from the Doctor as he circles around to the front of her. The Assistant steps away from the side of the room an approaches her as well. While Ginger hangs helplessly, the two men assess her full diaper. The Doctor reaches around to her backside and cups the diaper just below her cheeks, lifting to see how full it is. He slides his hand around to the front, and uses a finger to pull the diaper away from Ginger’s flat abdomen, so he can peer inside. Behind her, the Assistant begins patting her down, pushing the wet diaper against her skin.
The Doctor steps away and says, “Very good.” Turning to the Assistant he says, “Prepare the changing table, I will be back shortly.”
Both men step away from Ginger, leaving her hanging in her wet diaper all alone. The Doctor leaves out the side door, while the Assistant begins preparing the table on the other side of the room. Eventually he wheels the table over to where Ginger is hanging helplessly, stopping about three feet away from her. He stands and watches her greedily while they wait for the Doctor to come back.
The door opens and the Doctor comes back in, he nods to the Assistant and says, “Bring her down.”
The Assistant approaches Ginger, unhooks her hands from the ceiling and quickly scoops her up into his arms. He turns and deposits her onto the changing table; he lies her flat on her back and pulls her arms up over her head, securing her wrists to the table before she can even think of using her hands for anything else. Ginger is left lying on the table, bound and wearing nothing but a wet diaper, her breasts completely exposed. The Doctor approaches, and looks down the length of her body. He trails a hand from her neck down to her abdomen. Gently, he pulls the tabs of her diaper, and peels the front down. Ginger feels the cool air against her exposed pubis, which is still damp from the wet diaper. The Doctor grasps both of her ankles in one hand, and lifts her bottom up, taking the diaper with his other hand and handing it to the Assistant.
With her legs still up, he takes a wipe and cleans her up. Ginger can feel the coolness of the wipe touching her most intimate parts. Once again, she closes her eyes in embarrassment, the handsome Doctor is wiping her like a baby after she wet herself. The Doctor wipes over her clitoris several times, and she cannot help but shiver at the touch and wiggle her hips to meet his touch. Unfortunately, the Doctor moves on quite quickly.
He motions to the Assistant, who steps forward and takes Ginger’s ankles, still holding her up in diaper position. The Doctor reaches down and slowly pulls the butt plug out of Ginger. She gasps as the pressure increases and then is suddenly gone; she had grown used to the plug over the course of the morning.
“You will not need this for the next phase,” the Doctor explains.
The Doctor slips a clean diaper under Ginger’s hips, and the Assistant lowers her legs. He spreads her legs slightly and pulls the front of the diaper up over her front, pulls the sides up and tightly fastens it. Ginger can feel the diaper tightly wrapped against her.
The Doctor unfastens Ginger’s hands and lifts her off the table, setting her on her feet. He places his hand lightly on her back and starts to guides her to the playpen. He closes the gate and both men leave the room. After an hour or so, Ginger hears the door open and looks over to see the Doctor and Assistant enter, behind them however, she is surprised to see five more men enter. Ginger scrambles to the other side of the playpen, she was not expecting so many people to be involved. The Doctor gestures the men forward, and everyone arranges themselves outside the playpen, getting a good look at the naked and diapered Ginger.
“These are my trainees Ginger, this is the first real experience for most of these men, a second time for some. They will be observing and assisting for the rest of your time here.”
Ginger nods and wonders what they will need to assist with. The Doctor opens the playpen and scoops up Ginger, bringing her to a nearby chair. He gently sits down and positions Ginger in his lap, in a cradled position. The Assistant hands him a bottle; he gives it a slight shake and brings it down to Ginger’s lips. She keeps them shut tight; she feels ridiculous cradled in his arms, like a baby. Ginger looks around to all the trainees, they are intently watching her. She closes her eyes and refuses to open her mouth; the Doctor continues to prod her with the bottle and says, “Open your mouth Ginger, you need to eat.”
Ginger’s stomach growls, as if on command. She sighs heavily; she is actually very hungry. Reluctantly, she opens her lips and takes the bottle into her mouth. She begins sucking and a sweet, vanilla flavored liquid hits her tongue. Keeping her eyes closed, she let’s her head fall against the Doctor’s chest and finishes the bottle.
The Assistant takes the empty bottle away, and the Doctor looks down into Ginger’s eyes, he lightly brushes a drop of the liquid off the corner of her mouth. Standing, the Doctor brings her back over to the hook hanging from the ceiling, and sets Ginger on her feet.
Once her arms are secured above her head, the Doctor leans over gently kisses her. Ginger is surprised by the action, but quickly finds herself responding to the kiss. She strains to meet his lips, and he deepens the kiss, expertly dancing his tongue within her mouth. Ginger relaxes into the kiss, which is definitely the most tender part of the experience so far. He pulls away slightly and places his hand under Ginger’s chin; he pulls her mouth open and before she can react, he is placing a ball gag in her mouth.
Ginger struggles against it, but it is already fully in and suppressing her tongue while the Doctor quickly secures the strap at the back of her head. Once again, Ginger finds herself bound and hanging from the ceiling, in only a diaper. But this time she is also gagged and there are five more people in the room.
The Doctor looks down at his watch and says, “We have about 15 minutes, feel free to examine Ginger or get some work done. I’ll be back when the time comes.”
Ginger tries to question him, wondering what is to come next, but her voice is rendered completely garbled by the gag. She looks down and realizes that the ball gag is shaped like a pacifier, just one more infantile sign of the fact that she is not in control. The Doctor exits the room, along with two of the trainees. The Assistant and one other busy themselves with notebooks and supplies on the other side of the room. Slowly, the remaining two trainees approach her.
She wiggles in her restraints, even though she knows it’s useless. The two young men start by simply looking at her, assessing the situation. Slowly, they begin to touch her, running their hands along various parts of her body. One of the trainees actually takes her pulse; he rests two fingers agains her throat and looks at his watch. Ginger tries to calm down, but she feels so exposed and has no idea what they plan on doing with her next.
The other trainee slowly and seductively slips a finger under the edge of Ginger’s diaper, along her waist; he gives it a little pull, testing how much give there is. He finds that there is a little wiggle room, so he slides around to the very front, and slips his entire hand under the front of the diaper. She gasps through the ball gag; it is a tight fit and his palm is resting flat against her skin. The trainee cups her pubis and slowly trails his finger over her clitoris. Ginger jerks in her restraints at the sudden sensation.
The trainee smiles and continues to stroke her; Ginger cannot do anything to stop him, not that she actually wants to. The other trainee notices what’s going on and shoots the first one a look.
“The Doctor won’t like that,” he tells his companion.
The trainee rolls his eyes, and with one last lingering touch, he pulls his hand back out from the diaper. The two of them walk away, and Ginger is left alone, with a throbbing crotch and no way to relieve herself. She watches as all the trainees busy themselves, and eventually everyone comes back to the room, including the Doctor. Ginger estimates that it’s been about 15 minutes, and everyone gathers around her, about five feet away, just watching.
She is confused, and starting to worry – what are they planning? Just then, Ginger feels a familiar pressure in her abdomen. This time she needs to do more than urinate, and now she understands why they’re all waiting for her. Ginger shakes her head and tries to beg the Doctor to let her down, but of course the words come out as nothing more than frantic noises. She clamps herself against the urge, but she understands it’s a losing battle.
Ginger knows this is what she signed up for, but now that there are all these strangers watching her, she finds herself incredibly embarrassed. She squirms in her restraints as the pressure builds, her breasts wiggling and her legs clenched. Eventually, the pressure is too much and Ginger empties her bowels into the diaper. It grows heavy beneath her, and she hangs her head to avoid eye contact with her audience.
The Assistant approaches her and unhooks her hands from above her head, Ginger expects him to guide her to the changing table, but instead is surprised to find him leading her to the playpen. As he opens the gate and ushers her inside, she shakes her head and resists. Forcefully, he picks her up, walks into the playpen and sits her down on the floor. Her body weight pushes down on her dirty diaper, further pushing the mess around every crevice. Ginger cries out as the Assistant locks the gate behind him.
Ginger lays down, burning with shame. The team leaves her in there for about thirty minutes before one of the trainees is allowed to gather her and secure her to the changing table. The Doctor comes over to her and dries a tear off her cheek. She is still gagged. The Doctor moves down the table and unfastens the diaper; Ginger closes her eyes, pretending that there aren’t seven people around the table about to change her dirty diaper.
One of the trainees takes Ginger’s ankles and lifts her dirty butt off the table, and the Doctor starts wiping her. The cleaning feels very invasive, as he wipes over every crevice and valley. The Assistant steps in and spreads her cheeks wide, prominently exposing Ginger’s asshole. The Doctor spends time making sure she is completely clean. At first, Ginger was horrified with the wiping, but as it gets nearer to all clean, the cool wipes and the Doctor’s delicate touch start to stir something in her. With the dirty diaper completely gone, the trainee lowers Ginger’s bottom back onto the table.
Without wipes now, the Doctor begins to delicately touch her down below. He trails a finger along the line where her legs meet her hips. Ginger opens her legs slightly, silently urging the Doctor’s fingers to travel further. He abides and slips a finger along her slit; Ginger moans through her ball gag as the Doctor moves his finger over her clitoris and into her open vagina. He pumps into her a few times, and then withdraws his hand. Ginger lifts her hips, willing him to come back.
The Doctor steps away from the table and nods to the trainees; they spring into motion. On each side of her, a trainee reaches down and brings up a metal stirrup, like the ones on medical tables. They each grab one of her ankles, and gently bend her legs upwards resting her heels in the stirrups. There are straps attached, and the trainees pull them tight over her ankles, completely restraining her feet. Meanwhile, another trainee has folded down part of the changing table, so that the table ends right beneath where her bottom rests.
Yet another trainee pulls a restraint around the table and over her waist, pinning her down to the table so she can’t move her hips. With her hands still restrained and pulled above her head, Ginger is now strapped to the table and largely immobile, with her mouth gagged, her legs spread wide and her crotch on full display. The entire team stops and takes a moment to look her over, Ginger feels a spark of excitement at her encumbered state.
The Doctor steps forward and puts his wide palm against her face, softly caressing her. Then he looks at the Assistant and gestures to something on a table that Ginger cannot see. The Assistant fetches the item and hands it to the Doctor, she can now see that it is the same butt plug from before. He nods to a trainee, and the young man moves to the end of the table, positioning himself between Ginger’s legs.
The trainee squeezes some lube on his finger, and places it against Ginger’s rosebud. She squirms as much as the restraints allow her, but the trainee begins to methodically massage. As she starts to relax, he slips the finger inside of her, and she tenses up again. He stays the course and moves inside of her, slowly opening her up.
After a sufficient amount of time, he steps aside and the Doctor takes his place. With one hand pressing down on Ginger’s abdomen, he slides the butt plug back into her. Ginger can feel the pressure inside of her, and after a few moments, it becomes comfortable again. The Doctor brings both hands up to Ginger’s torso, placing them flat against her ribcage and slowly pulling them downwards, caressing the length of her body. He slides his hands under her and cups her ass, squeezing it and then moves his hands onto her inner thighs.
Standing in between her legs, his clothed crotch level and inches away from Ginger’s own exposed sex, with his hands still resting on her inner thighs, subtly pushing them open even more, the Doctor nods to his team and says, “You may all approach.”
At once Ginger feels multiple sets of hands on her. The trainees and the Assistant are all standing around her on the table, touching her all over. Several hands caress her breasts, lightly cupping them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Other hands explore her neck, her hair and her hips. Most noticeably though, the Doctor begins stroking her clitoris again. Ginger moans and closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of so many people touching her, helping themselves to her exposed and bound body.
Surprisingly, someone reaches under her head, releases the strap and pulls the ball gag from her mouth. Ginger’s mouth aches as she closes it for the first time in an hour or so. The respite is short-lived though, as someone had put their fingers in her mouth. Ginger begins sucking them and moans gently. The Doctor is still at work between her legs, tantalizing her clitoris with his capable hands. By this point, multiple trainees have lowered their heads to Ginger’s breasts, pulling her erect nipples into their warm mouths.
Ginger’s arousal is growing by the minute; she hears a belt buckle clattering and looks down to see the Doctor pulling his erect penis from his underwear. Ginger moans and lifts her hips up to him as much as the bindings allow. The Doctor gives himself a few slow, sensual strokes and then enters Ginger. The feeling is fantastic after being teased and humiliated all day. While the Doctor pumps in and out of her, Ginger tries to focus on all the other areas of her body.
The Doctor’s hands are on her thighs, using them as leverage to pull his body close with each thrust. Ginger can feel the hand’s of the Assistant and trainees all over her, caressing her butt and her hips, their mouths still greedily consuming her breasts. Mmmmm she moans. One of the trainees has bent down and began kissing her, Ginger matches his passion and hungers for his lips. Someone else’s lips are on her ear and neck, move between kisses and cool breaths, making her entire body shudder with each sensitive touch.
Another set of hands, she’s guessing the Assistant’s, are paying attention to her clitoris. One second he is stroking it, and the next he is doing something odd that Ginger has never experienced before. While the Doctor is still pushing in and out of her, the Assistant creates a ‘V’ with his fingers and frames her open vagina. He adds pressure to his touch all along the flesh outside her labia, bringing the entire area to life with sensation. The Assistant moves his touch back to her clitoris, picking up speed.
There are so many different sensations, so many different touches on her body; it’s too much for Ginger. She feels an orgasm coming on, she tenses her body in anticipation and it crashes over her. She moans, almost screaming through the intensity of her release; the trainee is still kissing her and he swallows her cries of pleasure. Before she is finished, the Doctor also lets out a moan and unleashes his own orgasm inside of her. The two of them come down together as the many sets of hands slowly and gently leave Ginger’s body.
The Doctor pulls himself out, and turns to tidy himself up. Still in her restraints, the Assistant grabs a fresh wipe and begins cleaning up Ginger, this time it’s the results of someone else’s mess. Ginger is still so sensitive, she shudders under his gentle, yet clinical touch. The trainees release her ankles and waist from their restraints, and lift up her ankles into diaper position again. The Doctor is back and he slides a new diaper under Ginger; he applies some cream to her privates and tightly wraps her up in the diaper, leaving the butt plug in for the second time that day.
He picks her up off the table and carries her to the playpen, and while sitting on the floor, he gives her one more bottle. She is completely spent, so she quickly drinks up while slowly dozing off in his arms. The Doctor lays her down on the mat and covers her with a blanket; he kisses her forehead and says, “I hope you enjoyed your experience, sleep well.” She softly murmurs in return, and quickly falls asleep.
Punishment for Forgetting My Diaper
Darren and I were walking to the old statues and monuments in Washington D.C. I sometimes wear diapers when I’m with him, but tonight I had pink-lace-panties and a short-skirt on since we’d be out in public. In any case, when I’m in public, I’m usually ok controlling myself, unless I’ve been diapered. They make me lose all control, no matter the circumstances. But in public and in panties, I can usually get to a bathroom on time.
Despite the fact that the sun had set an hour ago, it was still over 80 degrees and quite humid: a typical Washington July night. So Darren was making sure I was drinking lots of water. After we finished the Vietnam, I asked to use the restroom.
“Not now, baby. Maybe later,” Darren said. I hadn’t told him I wasn’t wearing a diaper, and I was afraid that if I did tell him, I’d have to put one on. He always carried extra diapers with us. “Drink some more water, sweetie. I don’t want you to get dehydrated.”
I drank some more water, but not a lot. I had to pee, and didn’t want to have an accident.
We made our way to the Lincoln, then to the Korean War Memorial. At the Korean, I again asked to use a bathroom, but was again told no. But Darren did ask, “Why don’t you use your diaper, if you’ve got to go so badly?”
“Because don’t need to,” I replied.
At the WWII Memorial, I started to beg, “Pleeeeease, Darren, I have to gooooo…”
Darren started to say, “Just use your—” when he patted my bottom. I winced, knowing I was in trouble. “Where’s your diaper?” he asked.
“If I could use the bathroom, I wouldn’t need it,” I said, rather defiantly.
“Well, if that’s your position, I’m sure you can hold it till we get home. Oh, and you aren’t drinking enough water. You will finish your water before we leave this monument. And I’m almost ready.
Glad we’d be leaving the monument with the water fountains soon, I chugged the rest of my water. “Darren, I’m done,” I said as I handed him my empty water bottle.
Good. Good. I just want to count these beautiful stars. Heres another water for you. Stay with me. I wanted to groan, but I kept my mouth shut. There were around 50 stars in the water fountain before us. I hoped Darren was a quick counter.
Several minutes later, we headed back to the Lincoln. “Can we going home now?” I asked, really wanting to go use the bathroom.
“Not just yet. We still have to go to the FDR and Jefferson. Then we can leave.” UGH, I said out-loud. “What? You said so yourself, you’re a big girl. You can wait. Drink more water.”
As I started to sip more water, a pair of loons entered the Reflecting Pool next to us. The water on my lips, plus the sound of the loons disturbing the water of the Reflecting Pool were the last straws. As I walked, I began to feel hot drips of pee in my panties, getting them damp. Soon, the drips turned into slow, hot trickles flooding my panties and running down my legs. I was clenching my bladder so tight, but a particularly large stream escaped. All my control broke and urine rushed out of me, down my legs and splattering into a puddle at my feet.
Darren heard the release and turned to witness me wetting myself without control in the middle of a public park. I told you to hold it, young lady. Look at you. You are a dirty, naughty vixen, having an accident like this in public. Com on, were getting a diaper on you now!
Darren pulled me up into some trees and pulled down my skirt and panties. He spanked me with his open hand until I stopped peeing, and then moved me to a dry spot to lay me down. He pulled out wipes and a diaper and cleaned my pussy up (but left my legs dripping). He rubbed A & D Ointment on my red bottom and inserted a vibrating egg inside my pussy before he fastened a diaper on me. “Sweetie, if you’re going to wear big girl panties, then you have to be able to go for a couple hours without wetting yourself. And be able to hold it for at least 45 minutes after you realize you have to pee. Since you can’t do that, you have to wear diapers. ALL the time, not just when you feel like it.”
I stood up with Darren’s help and tried to adjust my skirt. But my skirt had wet spots and did nothing to hide the fact that I had a diaper on, or hide my dripping legs.
The bullet started vibrating inside me instantly, and I shuddered. I was already wet and aching from wetting myself, and from getting spanked and diapered in public. As I followed Darren to the DC WWI memorial, the egg began vibrating faster, and I clutched Darren’s hand harder.
While walking through the FDR, at each turn, the vibrations jumped considerably, and my breathing became ragged and fast. I was given more water to drink, which I chugged each time it was handed to me. My mouth was dry and I was on my fourth bottle before we were even through the monument.
“See, baby, don’t you feel better drinking water with a diaper on?” Darren asked as he patted my bottom. I nodded as shivers from the toys started sending the beginnings of an orgasm through me. I could feel my diaper start to fill up as I focused all my self-control on not screaming or falling down. The waves of warm liquid filling my diaper only served to make me more hot and achy down there.
Finally, we were through the FDR and were surrounded by a ring of cherry trees that lined the Tidal Basin. I grabbed Darren and navigated through the trees till I found a hidden copse. I pulled Darren to me, kissing him hard. I moved my mouth to his ear, nipping his lobe and telling him that I needed to be changed.
“Ok, my love, lay down,” he said in soothing tones, lightly pushing on my shoulders.
“No. Standing. Take it off me right now.” I was backing up into a tree trunk. Darren complied, letting the diaper fall to the ground while I reached inside myself to extract the egg still there.
I pulled Darren to me and kneeled down to unbuckle and unbutton his pants and pulled them down to his knees. I pulled on his cock and started sucking him hard, getting him to grow until I was satisfied.
I backed up against the tree, pulling him close to me until I could wrap both of my legs around his waist. He guided himself into me, pushing hard and fast into my center where he pounded in and out of me deep and hard. Each pounding inside me he made, my back slammed against the tree until I started to clench around him and felt my orgasm wash over my head and gush out of my pussy. At this, Darren slammed into me once more and gave a strangled cry as he filled me up with his release.
We stayed like that for a few moments, until we were ready to let go and sit down. Darren diapered me again, and we headed back to a bar for a drink before going home. My pint, plus all the water I’d drank that night caused me to wet my diaper in the car on the ride home.
Once back in the hotel, I was changed once again, put into an overnight diaper, and was given a bottle to suck on and my hands were loosely secured before I fell asleep for the night watching Star Wars.
Lesbian Diaper Fantasy Challenge
The agreement:
Lotus woke up and stretched, she was looking forward to seeing Cecilia. She was almost giddy, having planned out their evening together. She quickly got dressed in jeans, a hot-pink blouse, and tennis shoes. Brown eyes greeted her in the mirror as she combed her easily maintained brown hair, cut in a pageboy with short bangs. She grabbed the small brown paper bag waiting for her by the door, and quickly made her way to Cecilia’s.
Cecilia greeted Lotus at the door with a big hug, and sexy french-kiss, then took a step back eying the bag with suspicion.
Lotus took Cecilia’s hand and led her to the bedroom. She went to the closet and started laying clothes on the bed. A white short sleeve halter top, white knee high socks, black platform mary jane shoes, and a short red and black plaid skirt.
Cecilia smiled “You want me to wear that? A school girl outfit for our special night? You’ve got it.”
Lotus saw Cecilia’s eyes dart over to the bag and slowly reached in “And this.” She pulled out what was obviously a white adult diaper and set it on the pile.
Cecilia narrowed her eyes and stared at the diaper “You want me to wear THAT?”
“Yep.”
“The skirt will barely cover it!”
Lotus smiled “That’s kind of the idea.”
Lotus laid the diaper out and quickly had Cecilia taped up, then Cecilia pulled on the rest of her clothes.
Lotus smiled and did the ‘spin’ thing with her finger. The platform shoes gave Cecilia’s normal 5′ 7″ a little extra boost. At 125 pounds and a job that kept her moving all day she had fabulous legs, enough hips to have a nice curve and C cup breasts. Long blond hair and green eyes, yep, Cecilia was the theoretical typical California girl, she’d get all kinds of attention tonight while Lotus herself would be pretty well overlooked, which wasn’t hard considering she was only 5′ 1″ herself. She smiled and took Cecilia’s hand “Come on, let’s go!”
Looking down, Cecilia saw a gleam in Lotus’s eyes which sparked memories of prior conversations “You want me to use this in public, don’t you?”
“That’s the idea. I brought you a change too, wasn’t that nice of me?”
Cecilia rolled her eyes “Awesome, I have a feeling I’m going to need it. Where are we going?”
“But only one, and you get to carry it. You’ll see where we’re going.”
Cecilia dug through her closet and came out with a small, cheap clutch purse, dropped the diaper in, and clicked it shut.
They got in the car and after a half hour drive Lotus pulled into the parking lot of a dance club.
Lotus bought them both diet sodas and the two found a table to sit at.
Cecilia smiled “Nice place, when are we going to dance?”
Lotus nodded toward Cecilia’s drink “After you finish that. Oh, and by the way… Rule number one. If you need to go bathroom, you have to ask me first.”
Cecilia replied “Why am I not surprised? Are there more rules?”
“Not at the moment but I’m sure I can come up with more if you want?”
Cecilia shook her head “No, no, one is plenty.” She eyed the drink “Of these too, but I have a feeling that’s not going to be the case.”
Cecilia finished her drink “Now will you dance with me?”
Smiling, Lotus replied “Absolutely.”
Cecilia left her purse at the table, half hoping someone would steal it along with its cargo.
The two girls danced, Lotus getting occasional glimpses of shiny white under Cecilia’s skirt. Nobody said anything to the two but Lotus could feel eyes on her and could feel her cheeks warm “People are staring, I know they are.”
“You’re beautiful, of course they’re taking peeks.”
Timing being what it is, at that very moment, a young man stepped up and asked Cecilia “I’m Steve, may I cut in?”
Lotus beamed and Cecilia replied “Thank you, but I’m with my date and she’s not the type to share.”
Steve smiled and shrugged “Had to try, have a good night ladies.” and disappeared into the crowd.
The song ended and Lotus took Cecilia’s hand as they walked to their table. Cecilia sat and was surprised when Lotus leaned over and her warm breath washed over her ear as she said “I’m going to go get another drink but while I’m gone, you can work on this.” and pushed her own drink, hardly touched, in front of Cecilia “No more dancing until it’s gone.”
When Lotus came back she set the soda in front of Cecilia “Here you go, I got you a fresh one.” She sat down and slid her own drink in front of herself and took a sip.
Cecilia pouted “I have to drink mine AND yours? That hardly seems fair.”
Lotus smiled “Well, I do want to be fair. You can pour whatever you think you drank into mine. But be warned, if you don’t play fair, I won’t either.” and gave Cecilia an evil smile.
Cecilia thought very seriously about filling Lotus’s glass. Then she smiled as she thought of dumping her entire soda into Lotus’s glass, overfilling it and watching it run down the table and wet her pants. It would serve her right. She also though of what the consequences might be. And to top it off, she wouldn’t do that to her love anyway. Ultimately she reached over and put about as much as she had drank while Lotus was away, into the other glass. “There, see, no shenanigans.” She leaned and gave Lotus a soft kiss.
As Cecilia worked on consuming the beverage they talked of small things, what had happened during the week, their jobs, general chit chat.
They were sitting at the table after their third dance when Cecilia nibbled her lip and reached across to take Lotus’s hand “May I go?”
Lotus sparkling eyes betrayed the innocence of her voice “Go? Go where?”
“You’re having entirely TOO much fun with this. Go to the bathroom.”
Lotus smiled, her eyes sparkling as she gave Cecilia’s hand a squeeze and said “Go ahead.”
Cecilia’s cheeks flushed as she forced herself to relax and felt the material grow warm and wet.
“Not too much all at once or.” She stopped, letting warning sink in.
Cecilia let the flow continue for a few moments then stopped.
“Rule two, you don’t have to ask after the first time, but you do have to let me know when you’re about to go.”
Cecilia nodded “OK.” she looked at her drink “Do I have to?”
“I’ll tell you what, how about we share from here out and I’ll help you?”
Cecilia smiled “How much help?”
“As much as I want to give?” Her eyes twinkled and she let out a soft giggle.
A few minutes later another hand squeeze got Lotus’s attention and she gazed into Cecilia’s eyes and knew there was a new round of wetness being absorbed by the diaper. She smiled and gave Cecilia’s hand a reassuring return squeeze, leaned, and gave her a deep kiss that lasted maybe a minute.
There was one more wetting before they danced again.
As they danced Cecilia could feel the added weight of the material between her legs and pulled Lotus in close whispering in her ear “I’m showing, I know I am, can we get out of here?”
Lotus purred “No, Love, I’m quite enjoying myself.” She reached down and gave Cecilia’s padded bottom a soft squeeze “I don’t think you need a change yet.” She hugged her partner then let go and danced away a few steps then back again “It’s sagging a little but it’s not bad.
Cecilia shook her head, her nerves causing her to nibble her lip “I’d like to change now.”
“Are you sure you want it now? It’s kind of early.”
Cecilia hissed “Yes!”
“OK.”
The two went back to the table and Cecilia was half disappointed, and half elated to see nobody had swiped her purse.
The two girls walked into the bathroom and into the handicapped stall. She untapped and lowered the wet garment to the floor.
As soon as the diaper came free Cecilia asked “Can I use the toilet now?”
Lotus shook her head as she folded the diaper and taped it closed “And start all over with the soda? I don’t think so.”
Cecilia got out the new diaper, and the two of them got it secured around her waist.
Good to her word, Lotus helped and drank about half of each of the sodas from there out.
Three drinks, three dances, and two wettings later Cecilia asked “Can I use the bathroom?”
“Haven’t you been all evening?”
“No, I mean the toilet.”
“Nope.”
“This is a problem, I need to, you know…”
“What?”
Cecilia held up two fingers “OK?”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before using your one change?”
“Come on, I’ve played nice. You wouldn’t make me do THAT, would you?”
Lotus grinned “I wouldn’t make you anything. Are you going to safe out?”
“No, but not here, it’s not fair to everybody around us.”
Lotus got up and held out her hand “I agree, let’s go.”
Shortly after getting into the car Cecilia winced as her stomach cramped. She lifted up and all it took was to relax her clenched bottom. She immediately felt weight and warmth in the back of the diaper and thought to herself “Now what do I do?”
Almost as if she had heard Cecilia’s thoughts, Lotus said “Sit, you can’t stay like that the entire way home.”
Cecilia carefully sat and tried not to move for the next 25 minutes.
They got out of the car and Lotus followed Cecilia up the path to the house to give her a bit of privacy from the neighbors on the short walk. When they got to the door she reached around Cecilia, unlocked and pushed the door open giving her a kiss on the neck as she did “I love you.”
Cecilia took a few steps inside and turned “I love you too. Per our deal it’s my turn now.”
Lotus nibbled her lip “Yes, I got to be in control on our night out, now that we’re home it’s your turn.” She smiled and looked sheepishly up at Cecilia.
Cecilia took Lotus’s hand and smiled, giving it a squeeze “Come on.”
Lotus followed, wondering what Cecilia had in mind. On the short walk down the hallway many scenarios flashed through her mind.
Cecilia lead them down the hall and into the bathroom “Take your clothes off.”
Lotus slowly unbuttoned her blouse, lingering on each button to both entice her partner and delay the inevitable. Her shoes and socks were next, and finally her jeans.
Cecilia smiled “Bra and panties too.”
Lotus complied, shimmying out of her panties, unclasping her bra and letting it drop into the pile of clothes.
Cecilia quickly removed her clothes, feeling the diaper’s movement as she did and getting a gleam in her eye.
Lotus saw Cecilia’s look and said “I don’t know what you’re thinking but it can’t be good.” and smiled, feeling a soft blush come to her cheeks.
Cecilia ushered Lotus into the oversized shower and followed her in. She squatted down and untapped the diaper, letting it plop down onto the shower floor. She leans in and took a lick of Lotus’s glistening sex “You’re turned on by me in a poopy diaper?”
Lotus’s blush deepened “I’m turned on by you, the diaper is optional.”
Cecilia took a half step back and reached over, pulling Lotus forward. She then leaned over and lifted the diaper up between Lotus’s legs
Lotus stared down at Cecilia “oh my gawd.”
“That’s right Sweetie, now help, hold the back up like a good girl.”
Lotus whined “Noooooo…”
Cecilia looked deep into Lotus’s eyes, she could see a heady mix of 80% arousal and 20% revulsion “You want to make me happy, don’t you? Are you going to safe out on me?”
Lotus swallowed and in the tiniest voice replied “No… OK.”
Cecilia noticed the change in Lotus’s breathing “You’re going to help me put this wet, messy diaper on you. It’s only fitting, you’re the one that started this.”
Lotus reached shaking hands down and helped hold the back of the diaper up, wrinkling her nose as the cooling diaper, and its contents made contact with her body.
Cecilia shooed Lotus out of the bathroom “You just go wait in the bedroom and stand around, don’t you dare sit on anything.”
Lotus tried to focus on what was happening inside the bathroom as a distraction and heard the shower come on. A few minutes later it turned off. There was a short pause then she heard the toilet flush and was a bit envious as she’s starting to need to go herself. Maybe helping with the drinks wasn’t such a good idea.
Cecilia came into the bedroom carrying a stack of about 6 towels which she laid on the bed. She laid down and beckoned to Lotus “Come here, snuggle on top of me.” and opened her arms for her lover.
Lotus carefully laid on Cecilia and they kissed lightly, gazing into each others eyes.
Cecilia asked “Can you go bathroom for me? You got to watch me.”
Lotus nibbled her lip and nodded, her eyes glazing over slightly. She relaxed and with a bit of concentration felt the material between her legs grow warm and soggy.
Cecilia smiled at her and patted the back of the diaper, giving it a little push against her lover’s bottom “Can you go back here too? I know from the first one It’ll hold more.”
Cecilia saw the furious blush on Lotus’s cheeks and the girl close her eyes “Nu uh, look at me.” And gently laid her hands on the back of the diaper.
Lotus opened her eyes and smiled shyly as Cecilia gazed deep into her eyes. She could feel the heat of her lover’s body and see the desire in her eyes. She gave a soft push, then a bit harder and felt her mess pushing the back of the diaper out, then had to push a bit harder as her body fought the increasing pressure. This also caused her bladder to release more warmth into the padding.
This was the first time Lotus had let Cecilia take control. She had always in control both of herself and her surroundings, and was feeling very out of her element. She hadn’t thought her first time subbing would be like this, she figured it would be softer, but it was kind of her own fault as she had set the mood for the evening. She thought about what a gooey mess she was, in the back of her diaper, emotionally, and it made her blush when she realized she was a mess up front too.
Cecilia purred and moved one hand, running her fingers through Lotus’s hair “Such a good girl.” And gave her a soft kiss.
Lotus’s breathing increased at having done something so naughty and being told she was good. She felt a trickle of wetness, pee if she were honest with herself, escape the confines of the diaper and trickle along her abdomen. Cecilia loved her even if she was messy and… She was wearing a diaper with both of their… She wrinkled her nose a bit, it was icky, and delicious and warm and squishy and slippery and.. and.. her hips took on a life of their own as she started to softly tilt her hips trying not to get caught, worried all the while that Cecilia would think she was disgusting.
Cecilia of course felt the movement and could see the desire in Lotus’s eyes. She laced her fingers into the short blond hair and raised her leg a bit, bending it at the knee “Go on, you naughty little thing, rub, cum for me.” She pulled Lotus’s mouth down for a deep, soul searching kiss that devoured her lover.
Lotus was on fire by now, all caution and pretense of modesty gone she ground against Cecilia’s thigh. Her breath came in gasps and soon she was cumming. Lotus felt Cecilia pulling on her hair and backed away a bit, fighting to keep her eyes open to share this moment with her partner. She couldn’t figure out if she liked grinding forward against Cecilia’s leg or back against her hand better, they both felt fabulous, and oh so naughty.
After the hottest climax Cecilia had ever seen she wrapped her arms and legs around the exhaust blond in her arms and they snuggled, letting their breathing calm.
Lotus finally pulled her head back and looked down with dreamy eyes.
Cecilia smiled from ear to ear “You liked that huh?”
Cecilia’s smile was infectious and Lotus beamed back “Best girlfriend EVER!” And slipped her arms under Cecilia, hugging her fiercely.
Cecilia awwwed and cooed, rubbing Lotus’s back and giving her soft kisses.
After several minutes of cuddling Cecilia asked “Do you have anymore diapers?”
“Not with me, no.”
“Make love to me, make me cum.”
Lotus lifted herself up onto her hands and knees then kissed Cecilia’s forehead, the bridge of her nose, the tip of her nose, and finally a lingering kiss on her lips. She proceeded down to her chin, opened her mouth wide and put her teeth around Sam’s throat biting very carefully then releasing. She moved to the junction of Sam’s neck and shoulder and latched on with her teeth, biting, sucking hard, and lightly chewing which brought a moan from Cecilia that created an answering groan of her own. After a minute of this she released and backed away.
“My little sex goddess couldn’t stand it, she had to” Cecilia was interrupted by a growl as Lotus darted down and locked her lips around her nipple, sucking and squeezing with her lips which caused Cecilia to gasp, her comment forgotten.
Lotus kissed her way down the smooth skin of Cecilia’s tummy, her hands going to the breasts she had left, fingertips circling the hardened nipples. She continued to kiss until her lips found Cecilia’s swollen mound where she planted kisses and loved on Cecilia until her orgasm had her lifting her hips from the bed.
Lotus kissed her way back up Cecilia’s body and snuggled down next to her, her fingers drawing languid lines up and down her lover’s body.
Cecilia smiled, soft rumbling “Mmmmms” coming from her as she stole a kiss, after which she said “I should make you wear that until the morning when my time is up, but I’ll be nice and let you off. besides, you’d get the bedding, and the mattress all…” she whispered into Lotus’s ear “stinky.”
Lotus blushed yet again “It’s a good thing you thought to put the towels down, I think I leaked a bit. I’m sorry.”
Cecilia smiled and showered kisses upon Lotus’s face “I’m glad I did too, and it’s OK.” She giggled “I think we kind of asked a bit too much from that poor diaper. You stay put.” She sat up and looked down her body then got on her knees and used a corner of one of the towels to wipe off the bit of wetness on her then scooted off the bed. She reached and took hold of the towels “OK, sit up then kneel over the towels.”
Lotus complied, feeling the mush squishing between her legs when she moved.
Cecilia wrinkled her nose “Stink butt! Come on, move it. Carefully!” She giggled.
Between the two they got Lotus off the bed with two towels held between her legs. Cecilia chuckled as Cecilia waddled to the bathroom where the two managed to clean up the damages.
After the shower Cecilia told Lotus to throw her mess away, then the two went to bed, sated and relaxed, and snuggled until they fell asleep.
The next morning Lotus woke first and watched Cecilia sleep for a while before blue eyes opened, the two saying “Good morning.” at the same time which made them both smile.
Lotus laid her pillow against the headboard and propped herself against it, Cecilia moving to lay between her legs and rest her head in the cradle of Lotus’s breasts. Lotus kissed blond hair and started to run her fingers through it. Both girls were letting out soft sighs of contentment when Cecilia said “That was your first time letting me lead like that and we kind of jumped straight into the deep end of the pool. What did you think of it?”
“It was neat. Hot. Fun. Interesting.” She kissed and nibbled her lip “..and …..Arousing.”, she winked.
“I didn’t go over the top when I had you wear the one I had wet and pooped in? The idea popped into my head and I just ran with it. Heck, I didn’t know how I felt about it, let alone how you would.”
Lotus, feeling shy, blushed and softly replied “No. It was slippery and gooey, but knowing it was yours was a big part of it too.”
“And yours.”
“Yes.”
Cecilia tilted her head up “You went kind of crazy, it was hot to watch you poop for me but that didn’t hold a candle to watching you get excited and squishing around and oh my gawd when you came, the look on your face, and your body.” She paused and shivered “Thank you for sharing that.”
If it was possible, Lotus’s blushed deepened, she was happy, but she also kind of wanted to disappear.
Cecilia stretched up and kissed Lotus’s chin “You’re adorable.”
“Quit that!” Lotus laughed and tickled Cecilia’s sides.
Cecilia wiggled into the warmth, softness, and safety of her lover’s arms “Would you want to do it again?”
“The diaper thing, or your leading?”
“Leading huh?”
“That’s what it is, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is at that. I see you trying to evade the question, I’m onto you.” and rubbed her head against the soft swell of Lotus’s breasts.
Lotus winked and replied “Onto huh?.” and kissed Cecilia’s head. “To answer your question, yes, I’d let you lead sometime even though I find myself out of my element, my norm, and kind of.. jittery or nervous.”
“But they’re fun jitters, aren’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Next time maybe we’ll do something a bit less extreme, whatcha’ think?”
Lotus’s eyes sparkled and she smiled “Like whips and chains?”
“No you silly girl! I am thinking…fur lined cuffs and a feather.” Cecilia replied as she gave Lotus a quick tickle.
Lotus laughed and happily replied “Noooo tickling!!” When the tickles stopped she asked “What did you think about wearing a diaper in public?”
“It was arousing and embarrassing, kind of like I was getting away with something naughty. I wouldn’t have minded if you had picked a skirt about 6 inches longer. In a way that would have been more fun, in a way less.”
“So no more short skirts while diapered?”
“Who said there would be a next time?”
“Is that a ‘no’ for you?”
Cecilia gave Lotus’s leg a squeeze “Nah, just messing with you. I’d do it again, even with that skirt. I think it might be fun with a longer one too, I could wear it longer.”
“True. What about the pooping?”
“It didn’t really” she emphasized the next word “DO anything for me. Personally, it’s not a NO but I’d rather not.” Cecilia turned her head and gave one of her pillows a kiss “I love you.”
Lotus winked, smiled and blew at Cecilia’s hair “Bad pun.”
Cecilia snuggled back into Lotus’s arms again, rubbing her head on her breasts “I hope you don’t get an infection.”
“If I do, I’ll just tell the doctor the truth.”
Cecilia looked surprised “Oh?”
Lotus got a big grin on her face “Yeah, shit happens.”
Roxy Plays Peek-A Boo
Roxy’s breasts were beginning to let down their milk, and she was worried it would show through her t-shirt. She was completing the last leg of a jog in the park, and the thin bra she had worn allowed her breasts to bounce and moved easily as she ran.
The excess movement and their fullness made Roxy feel eager to express them. She imagined how good it would feel to have the milk drain and spray out from her nipples. No one was around and she gave her breasts a quick squeeze. The milky wetness was now apparent in two round blotches on her t-shirt.
Luckily she was rounding the last turn of the path, and hopefully she would not pass anyone on the way to her car. Her tits had caught the attention of her colleague, Stephen, on prior occasions and it seemed they would today too.
He was taking advantage of the pleasant weather, and was in the park also. He saw Roxy and stopped, milling around the parking lot. He must be waiting for her. They had a shared love of her milky breasts, and he would be very excited to see her damp shirt today.
Stephen smiled as she approached, and Roxy and he made small talk for a few minutes, but his eyes kept dropping down to her shirt. She ignored the fact her nipples were soaked, and enjoyed Stephen trying to hide his growing excitement. He asked if she would like to come over for a swim, to cool off from the run, and she readily agreed.
After a quick swing by her home to pick up her bathing suit and some other items, she arrived at Stephen’s place. He seemed pleased she had not changed out of her running clothes. Roxy went in to the guest bedroom to change. She purposely left the door ajar, enough to allow a peek into the room. She quickly stripped and sat on the bed, opening her tote bag.
Out she pulled an electric breast pump, plugged it in next to the nightstand and attached it to her breasts, which were nearing the point of engorgement. The hum of the pump signaled to Stephen what she was doing. Just as she expected, she saw him peering into the room.
She lay back on the pillows, propping herself up to pump comfortably. As the milk was being drained, Roxy opened her legs and rubbed herself. Making sure every bit of her wet pussy was on display, she massaged her clit. It only took a minute before a small orgasm caused her to shudder in delight.
Her sweet and inviting body was too much for Stephen, she heard him groan as she turned off the noise some pump.
“Stephen!” she exclaimed, and accused him of spying on her. He pushed open the door, and admitted to watching her. He was only wearing his swim trunks, and his erection was pushing through the nylon cloth.
Watching her breasts being pumped as she pleasured himself was quite a turn on, and he could not help but be excited.
Roxy stood and pulled a sheer robe from her bag on the floor. Wrapping it around herself she ordered him to come closer. “Watching me will not do! Are you being naughty? A spanking is in order.” Ordering him to removed his shorts, she put him over her lap. The slip of silky fabric did little hide her still dripping, swollen breasts, and he could smell her sex as he leaned over her legs.
A couple quick swats on his bottom did little more than make him harder. His cock was pressing into Roxy’s lap, and he murmured her name as he rubbed her soft legs. Her hand lingered over him, before she removed him from her body.
Sitting Stephen up, Roxy untied her sexy robe and explained if the spanking did not have any effect on him, she would try something else. Using the sash from her robe, she blindfolded Stephen. He was naked and could not see what was happening around him. Roxy pushed him down on the bed, and with Stephen on his back he felt her straddle him.
Something wet and soft was pressed to his lips, it was Roxy’s sexy erect nipple dripping milk. He began to suckle and drink in the sweet fluid. Her legs were pressed against his hips, and he could feel her wet pussy on his belly. As he nursed she moved her hips, and he attempted to get his cock into her. She slapped away his hands. His cock grazed her ass, and Roxy felt the pre cum from his cock against her skin.
Suddenly she pulled her sexy tit from his mouth. “You are impatient! I have a fix for that.” Stephen could not see anything, but he smelled the baby lotion before she had put it on his skin. She rubbed it in everywhere, cradling his balls as worked in the creamy lotion. Then she poured baby powder onto him, and patted it in also. Stephen loved every minute of the attention, and then he heard the unmistakable crinkle of a diaper.
By instinct lifted his bottom, but he did not feel the diaper being slid under him. Instead Roxy had turned and climbed onto the bed. She lowered herself onto his face. All he felt were her thighs brushing the sides of his face as her sopping pussy was poised above his mouth. He could not see but instantly darted out his tongue, and he tasted her. He bit at her clit, and she grinded against his mouth. He sucked and licked, as Roxy began to stroke his cock.
He was rewarded as he felt her breasts rubbing against him, and her milk spraying him. The lotion and powder were being mixed with the breast milk, and she took him into her mouth. Her mouth closed around him, and he felt the head slide into her throat. Drinking in the juices from her, he began to pump his cock in her mouth. They continued, both rubbing against each other. Roxy climaxed and pressed hard down on him. He was so close to coming, but Roxy sat up leaving him straining against the empty air.
He heard the sound of the diaper again, but first felt the coolness of a wipe. She was cleaning her milk and saliva off him. He was so close to climax, but she tenderly wiped his cock, not stroking him to encourage him. Again she gingerly applied the lotion and powder, keeping him on edge. Finally, she pulled out the diaper. Stephen was in a daze and almost begging for release. “Roxy help me, help me come.”
Roxy continued to diaper him, but to Stephen’s surprise there was a small opening in the front of the diaper. He felt her fingers guide his throbbing member through before she closed the tabs on the side of the diaper. He did not know what to expect next, he wanted to remove the blind fold and see Roxy. He imagined her red hair mussed, her nipples swollen from the nursing, her hips…he reached out to touch her skin.
Roxy was VERY close, with his hands on her sexy ass he felt her climb onto him and straddle him again. She put the head of his VERY hard cock to the lips of her pussy in an intimate kiss. She slid onto him, riding him. She leaned forward and took off the blindfold. Finally! He loved the sight of her tits bouncing to thrusts of her hips.
He leaned forward to suck on her nipples, squeezing her breasts together to alternate between them quickly. They were almost drained, but he extracted more milk. Holding the milk in his mouth, he pulled Roxy’s face to his, kissing her hard.
They both drank her milk as a huge orgasm rippled through Stephen’s body. Roxy’s pussy was tight, and the contractions drew out every bit of cum from his cock. He fell back exhausted with Roxy lying on top of him. He shifted and pulled off the diaper, it was wet with their fluids, inside and out.
He rolled Roxy to one side, picked up the discarded breast pump off the floor and placed each one to her breasts. There was nothing left to suck out, they were empty, but the suction of the pump pulled her nipples. They were extended and hard, and Stephen loved to watch the nipple through the clear tubes. Roxy smiled down at him, and they basked in the after glow to the hum of the pump.
Sexy Diaper Fun
Kitty had heard about this place from a trusted girlfriend; during a long and tipsy happy hour, the friend had described this place as a “sex fantasy amusement park/spa.” Her friend had given her a simple business card, with only a phone number on it. Kitty brushed it off at the time, but after several weeks of wondering, she caved and gave the number a call.
Now she found herself sitting in a simple, yet fancy modern office. Across the desk from her was a calm, professional woman named Ruby, explaining all the paperwork and answering her questions. Ruby had given her a list of sexual situations, kinks and fantasies to look through. The idea was that each guest would craft a personal fantasy they’d like to live out, and for a hefty fee the establishment would create that “Experience” for them.
Kitty browsed through the suggestions, and one of the menu items jumped out at her immediately – it was something she was always curious about, but never wanted to bring up with an actual partner. She quickly checked off some boxes, before she lost her nerve, and handed the form back to Ruby. Ruby looked over it and smiled, saying, “Wonderful, I’ll just need you to sign here and we can begin the experience.”
*****
Kitty wakes up slowly, she feels a little groggy, and it takes a few moments for her to blink her eyes open. She is lying down on her back, above her is a gray concrete ceiling. Kitty tries to to rub her eyes with her hand, but she finds that they are bound together and secured above her head. She quickly looks down the length of her body to assess what else might be bound. She finds that her feet are also strapped down, each ankle is secured and spread slightly apart, resting next to the edges of the surface she is lying on. Kitty can only lift her head so high, but it seems she is lying on a flat table, it has some padding and reminds her of the exam table at a doctors office, but longer to accommodate her full length. Kitty is happy to find that she is somewhat clothed, wearing a hospital gown-like garment.
Looking around, it seems like Kitty is alone in the room, at least for the moment. It’s a reasonable sized room, but it feels larger due to it’s cold and industrial nature. There are fluorescent lights, gray concrete floors and drab walls. Around the room are various cabinets and mysterious looking equipment, along with a small seating area. The oddest part is what looks like a large, caged-off area in the corner.
As she’s looking at the cage, Kitty here’s a door open on the other side of the room. She whips her head in that direction and sees two men entering. Both are handsome and stoic, but one is clearly the leader due to his more mature age and general sense of confidence. Kitty feels a shiver of hesitation, wondering what she has gotten herself into; here she is completely bound and barely clothed, apparently at the mercy of two complete strangers. The two men walk towards her and look her over with their eyes; Kitty feels incredibly self conscious, but she cannot move any part of her body to hide.
The older man says, “Hello Kitty, you may address me as the Doctor, and this is my assistant.”
Kitty nods, unsure if she should speak or not.
“We will begin your experience with an examination,” says the Doctor, who gives a slight nod to his partner.
The Assistant takes action and wheels over a cart that has a multitude of implements on it. The Doctor starts with simple tasks, like taking her blood pressure and listening to her breaths with a stethoscope. Kitty shivers with each touch, not yet used to this stranger’s hands. Without much warning, the Doctor slides his hand under the collar of Kitty’s gown, and places his hand on her breast. Kitty’s pulse quickens as he deftly examines her breast through touch. He removes his hand and moves down the table, this time he gently lifts the hem of her gown, and folds it over, exposing her from the ribcage down.
Kitty pulls in a sharp breath; a quick peek confirms what she suspected, that she has no underwear on. The Doctor and the Assistant can both see her completely exposed vagina. The Doctor places his hands gently on her abdomen and applies pressure, moving his hands this way and that. The Assistant is holding a small bottle out towards the Doctor, anticipating his next step. After applying a small amount of lube, The Doctor swiftly enters Kitty with two fingers. She gasps at the sudden intrusion, but the Doctor stays stoic faced as usual. He moves around, clinically assessing her vagina. Before Kitty can even get comfortable, he is back out and nodding to the Assistant.
Each of the men unstrap one of Kitty’s ankles, and the Assistant moves to take both of them in his hands. He holds her ankles shoulder width apart, and raises Kitty’s legs up straight up. This leaves not only Kitty’s vagina exposed, but also her asshole. The Doctor busies himself at the cart and when he turns around Kitty’s eyes go wide; in his hand is a butt plug, something she has never used before. The Doctor walks over and Kitty starts squirming; the Assistant strengthens his grip on her and pins her down further.
Once again, the Doctor applies lube to his fingers and slowly starts tracing around Kitty’s asshole. At first Kitty is very tense, but soon she finds herself enjoying the sensation and relaxes. The Doctor presses the tip of his finger up against her hole, and slowly pushes in. Kitty’s muscles instinctually resist, but the Doctor keeps pushing, eventually inserting his entire finger. Slowly, he moves around and around, in and out, stretching and loosening Kitty’s asshole. Once satisfied, he removes his finger and grabs the butt plug.
Placing it against Kitty’s opening, he slowly pushes it in. Kitty gasps, it’s not huge but it is certainly bigger than a finger. The widest part slides past her opening and she can feel the flat bottom coming to a stop against the outside of her asshole. She clenches a few times, eventually getting used to the sensation.
The Assistant brings her ankles together and lifts upwards, raising Kitty’s bottom off the table and surprising her. She hears a crinkling noise and looks over to see the Doctor with an adult diaper in his hands. Kitty’s eyes widen, not sure if she’s ready for this. The Doctor unfolds the diaper and slips it under Kitty’s hips. She certainly feels like a baby, with one man holding her up by her ankles and the other putting a diaper on her.
The Assistant lowers her legs down and her bottom comes to rest on the open diaper. The Doctor begins rubbing a cool cream all around Kitty’s privates, moving over her buttcheeks, labia and pubis mound. Kitty feels a flutter of pleasure run through her as he grazes her most intimate skin. Next, the Doctor lifts up the front of the diaper, and pulls it tight against Kitty’s body, fastening it in place. It feels odd to Kitty, it is snug and tight, almost comforting. It makes her aware of her still tingling clitoris, and of the butt plug nestled inside of her. She is also embarrassed though, in a diaper in front of these two men.
The Doctor gives the front of the diaper a little pat, and pulls the gown back over Kitty’s legs. The Assistant walks to the head of the table and unclasps Kitty’s hands, freeing her. The Doctor guides Kitty off the table, and walks her to the corner of the room with the cage. With each step, Kitty can feel the diaper tight against her skin. Approaching the cage, Kitty can see that the ‘walls’ are about seven feet high, and the entire thing is made of vertical iron bars. Inside on the floor are some blankets, pillows and a few toys.
The Doctor stops, opens the gate and says, “This is your playpen. You will be left to yourself in here for the next few hours.”
Kitty looks at them both in disbelief – do they really want her to go in here? The Doctor gives her a gentle, yet meaningful nudge on the back. Kitty steps in, she can immediately feel that the floor is padded, making it comfortable enough to sit or lie on. The Assistant steps in and holds something out to her, it looks like a large baby bottle.
“For when you get thirsty,” the Assistant says while he hands it to her.
The Doctor closes the door and locks it shut; him and the Assistant both leave the room. She looks down at the bottle, there is no way I am drinking from a bottle she thinks, and sets it down. Over the next hour or so, Kitty tries to distract herself, but there is no question that she is getting very thirsty. She has no real sense of how long it’s been since she drank that glass of water in Ruby’s office. Eventually, she picks up the bottle and takes a sip. It’s simply water, but it feels so good in Kitty’s parched mouth. Without thinking she drinks the whole bottle, not even caring that it makes her feel ridiculous.
Afterwards, Kitty realizes she’s also sleepy, so she lays down and takes a nap. When she awakes, unsure of how long it’s been, Kitty feels the familiar pressure in her bladder, she has to go pee. Kitty is of course wearing a diaper, but there is no way she is ready to use it yet. As the next half hour passes, Kitty becomes more and more aware of her need to use the bathroom, it’s all she can focus on. Finally, the two men reenter the room; Kitty gets up and stands in the middle of the playpen, waiting for them to approach.
The Assistant opens the gate and the Doctor enters. He steps to Kitty and lifts up the hem of her gown, exposing her diaper. He reaches down and palms her pubis, Kitty twitches at the contact, she can feel the slight pressure of his hand through her diaper. The Doctor can tell Kitty has not used the diaper yet; he looks her in the eyes and then moves behind her. Kitty can feel him untying the back of her gown – with a whoosh, it falls to her feet and she is left standing completely naked, other than the diaper of course. She moves to cover her chest, but the Doctor is too quick for her and intercepts her hands.
He binds them together in soft cuffs, her hands fall as one in front of her, grazing her diaper. He pushes her forwards and leads her out of the playpen. The Doctor stops her in the middle of the floor, takes her bound hands and lifts them up. What Kitty did not see before was a hook hanging down from the ceiling, which the Doctor swiftly attaches her hands to.
Kitty is hanging naked from the ceiling; her bound wrists are hooked high above her head, so that her feet are just barely flat against the ground. The doctor steps behind her and reaches an arm around, gripping one of her breasts. He pulls her body backwards, pressing her back against the wide swath of his chest. Still cupping her breast and holding her tight against him, he reaches up and lays his other hand against her forehead, forcing her head back against his shoulder, so her view is angled upwards to the ceiling. With the top of her body completely subdued, the Doctor forcefully nudges one of his knees in-between her thighs. Kitty cannot resist much because any movement cause her to loose her footing. His knee forces her legs apart, and her legs are spread apart by just a foot or so; Kitty can feel her diapered butt and pubis resting against the Doctor’s thigh. With Kitty in position, the Doctor give’s Kitty’s breast a final squeeze and moves his hand down to her abdomen.
Kitty starts to panic, her bladder is so full that even the lightest touch causes her discomfort. The Doctor lets his hand rest for a moment, before he starts applying pressure to her abdomen. Kitty resists the pressure against her full bladder for as long as she can, but after a few moments she loses control. She can feel herself relax as the urine begins to rush out of her and into the diaper. It feels like it goes on forever as Kitty’s diaper goes from dry to warm and wet. The feeling is odd and slightly uncomfortable; she can still feel the Doctor’s knee pressing against her, and she is sure he can feel the diaper growing heavier against his leg.
She closes her eyes, ashamed at the position she has been put in. She can feel the Assistant’s eyes on her from across the room, watching her pee herself like a baby. When the flow finally stops, the Doctor reaches down further and places his palm against her wet diaper, he gives her pubis a firm caress before he pulls away and leaves Kitty hanging alone.
Kitty goes lax and hangs her head, trying to hide her face from the Doctor as he circles around to the front of her. The Assistant steps away from the side of the room an approaches her as well. While Kitty hangs helplessly, the two men assess her full diaper. The Doctor reaches around to her backside and cups the diaper just below her cheeks, lifting to see how full it is. He slides his hand around to the front, and uses a finger to pull the diaper away from Kitty’s flat abdomen, so he can peer inside. Behind her, the Assistant begins patting her down, pushing the wet diaper against her skin.
The Doctor steps away and says, “Very good.” Turning to the Assistant he says, “Prepare the changing table, I will be back shortly.”
Both men step away from Kitty, leaving her hanging in her wet diaper all alone. The Doctor leaves out the side door, while the Assistant begins preparing the table on the other side of the room. Eventually he wheels the table over to where Kitty is hanging helplessly, stopping about three feet away from her. He stands and watches her greedily while they wait for the Doctor to come back.
The door opens and the Doctor strides back in, he nods to the Assistant and says, “Bring her down.”
The Assistant approaches Kitty, unhooks her hands from the ceiling and quickly scoops her up into his arms. He turns and deposits her onto the changing table; he lies her flat on her back and pulls her arms up over her head, securing her wrists to the table before she can even think of using her hands for anything else. Kitty is left lying on the table, bound and wearing nothing but a wet diaper, her breasts completely exposed. The Doctor approaches, and looks down the length of her body. He trails a hand from her neck down to her abdomen. Gently, he pulls the tabs of her diaper, and peels the front down. Kitty feels the cool air against her exposed pubis, which is still damp from the wet diaper. The Doctor grasps both of her ankles in one hand, and lifts her bottom up, taking the diaper with his other hand and handing it to the Assistant.
With her legs still up, he takes a wipe and cleans her up. Kitty can feel the coolness of the wipe touching her most intimate parts. Once again, she closes her eyes in embarrassment, the handsome Doctor is wiping her like a baby after she wet herself. The Doctor wipes over her clitoris several times, and she cannot help but shiver at the touch and wiggle her hips to meet his touch. Unfortunately, the Doctor moves on quite quickly.
He motions to the Assistant, who steps forward and takes Kitty’s ankles, still holding her up in diaper position. The Doctor reaches down and slowly pulls the butt plug out of Kitty. She gasps as the pressure increases and then is suddenly gone; she had grown used to the plug over the course of the morning.
“You will not need this for the next phase,” the Doctor explains.
The Doctor slips a clean diaper under Kitty’s hips, and the Assistant lowers her legs. He spreads her legs slightly and pulls the front of the diaper up over her front, pulls the sides up and tightly fastens it. Kitty can feel the diaper tightly wrapped against her.
The Doctor unfastens Kitty’s hands and lifts her off the table, setting her on her feet. He places his hand lightly on her back and starts to guides her to the playpen. He closes the gate and both men leave the room. After an hour or so, Kitty hears the door open and looks over to see the Doctor and Assistant enter, behind them however, she is surprised to see five more men enter. Kitty scrambles to the other side of the playpen, she was not expecting so many people to be involved. The Doctor gestures the men forward, and everyone arranges themselves outside the playpen, getting a good look at the naked and diapered Kitty.
“These are my trainees Kitty, this is the first real experience for most of these men, a second time for some. They will be observing and assisting for the rest of your time here.”
Kitty nods and wonders what they will need to assist with. The Doctor opens the playpen and scoops up Kitty, bringing her to a nearby chair. He gently sits down and positions Kitty in his lap, in a cradled position. The Assistant hands him a bottle; he gives it a slight shake and brings it down to Kitty’s lips. She keeps them shut tight; she feels ridiculous cradled in his arms, like a baby. Kitty looks around to all the trainees, they are intently watching her. She closes her eyes and refuses to open her mouth; the Doctor continues to prod her with the bottle and says, “Open your mouth Kitty, you need to eat.”
Kitty’s stomach growls, as if on command. She sighs heavily; she is actually very hungry. Reluctantly, she opens her lips and takes the bottle into her mouth. She begins sucking and a sweet, vanilla flavored liquid hits her tongue. Keeping her eyes closed, she let’s her head fall against the Doctor’s chest and finishes the bottle.
The Assistant takes the empty bottle away, and the Doctor looks down into Kitty’s eyes, he lightly brushes a drop of the liquid off the corner of her mouth. Standing, the Doctor brings her back over to the hook hanging from the ceiling, and sets Kitty on her feet.
Once her arms are secured above her head, the Doctor leans over gently kisses her. Kitty is surprised by the action, but quickly finds herself responding to the kiss. She strains to meet his lips, and he deepens the kiss, expertly dancing his tongue within her mouth. Kitty relaxes into the kiss, which is definitely the most tender part of the experience so far. He pulls away slightly and places his hand under Kitty’s chin; he pulls her mouth open and before she can react, he is placing a ball gag in her mouth.
Kitty struggles against it, but it is already fully in and suppressing her tongue while the Doctor quickly secures the strap at the back of her head. Once again, Kitty finds herself bound and hanging from the ceiling, in only a diaper. But this time she is also gagged and there are five more people in the room.
The Doctor looks down at his watch and says, “We have about 15 minutes, feel free to examine Kitty or get some work done. I’ll be back when the time comes.”
Kitty tries to question him, wondering what is to come next, but her voice is rendered completely garbled by the gag. She looks down and realizes that the ball gag is shaped like a pacifier, just one more infantile sign of the fact that she is not in control. The Doctor exits the room, along with two of the trainees. The Assistant and one other busy themselves with notebooks and supplies on the other side of the room. Slowly, the remaining two trainees approach her.
She wiggles in her restraints, even though she knows it’s useless. The two young men start by simply looking at her, assessing the situation. Slowly, they begin to touch her, running their hands along various parts of her body. One of the trainees actually takes her pulse; he rests two fingers agains her throat and looks at his watch. Kitty tries to calm down, but she feels so exposed and has no idea what they plan on doing with her next.
The other trainee slips a finger under the edge of her diaper, along her waist; he gives it a little tug, testing how much give there is. He finds that there is a little wiggle room, so he slides around to the very front, and slips his entire hand under the front of the diaper. Kitty gasps through the ball gag; it is a tight fit and his palm is resting flat against her skin. The trainee cups her pubis and slowly trails his finger over her clitoris. Kitty jerks in her restraints at the sudden sensation.
The trainee smiles and continues to stroke her; Kitty cannot do anything to stop him, not that she actually wants to. The other trainee notices what’s going on and shoots the first one a look.
“The Doctor won’t like that,” he tells his companion.
The trainee rolls his eyes, and with one last lingering touch, he pulls his hand back out from the diaper. The two of them walk away, and Kitty is left alone, with a throbbing crotch and no way to relieve herself. She watches as all the trainees busy themselves, and eventually everyone comes back to the room, including the Doctor. Kitty estimates that it’s been about 15 minutes, and everyone gathers around her, about five feet away, just watching.
She is confused, and starting to worry – what are they planning? Just then, Kitty feels a familiar pressure in her abdomen. This time she needs to do more than urinate, and now she understands why they’re all waiting for her. Kitty shakes her head and tries to beg the Doctor to let her down, but of course the words come out as nothing more than frantic noises. She clamps herself against the urge, but she understands it’s a losing battle.
Kitty knows this is what she signed up for, but now that there are all these strangers watching her, she finds herself incredibly embarrassed. She squirms in her restraints as the pressure builds, her breasts wiggling and her legs clenched. Eventually, the pressure is too much and Kitty empties her bowels into the diaper. It grows heavy beneath her, and she hangs her head to avoid eye contact with her audience.
The Assistant approaches her and unhooks her hands from above her head, Kitty expects him to guide her to the changing table, but instead is surprised to find him leading her to the playpen. As he opens the gate and ushers her inside, she shakes her head and resists. Forcefully, he picks her up, walks into the playpen and sits her down on the floor. Her body weight pushes down on her dirty diaper, further pushing the mess around every crevice. Kitty cries out as the Assistant locks the gate behind him.
Kitty lays down, burning with shame. The team leaves her in there for about thirty minutes before one of the trainees is allowed to gather her and secure her to the changing table. The Doctor comes over to her and dries a tear off her cheek. She is still gagged. The Doctor moves down the table and unfastens the diaper; Kitty closes her eyes, pretending that there aren’t seven people around the table about to change her dirty diaper.
One of the trainees takes Kitty’s ankles and lifts her dirty butt off the table, and the Doctor starts wiping her. The cleaning feels very invasive, as he wipes over every crevice and valley. The Assistant steps in and spreads her cheeks wide, prominently exposing Kitty’s asshole. The Doctor spends time making sure she is completely clean. At first, Kitty was horrified with the wiping, but as it gets nearer to all clean, the cool wipes and the Doctor’s delicate touch start to stir something in her. With the dirty diaper completely gone, the trainee lowers Kitty’s bottom back onto the table.
Without wipes now, the Doctor begins to delicately touch her down below. He trails a finger along the line where her legs meet her hips. Kitty opens her legs slightly, silently urging the Doctor’s fingers to travel further. He abides and slips a finger along her slit; Kitty moans through her ball gag as the Doctor moves his finger over her clitoris and into her open vagina. He pumps into her a few times, and then withdraws his hand. Kitty lifts her hips, willing him to come back.
The Doctor steps away from the table and nods to the trainees; they spring into motion. On each side of her, a trainee reaches down and brings up a metal stirrup, like the ones on medical tables. They each grab one of her ankles, and gently bend her legs upwards resting her heels in the stirrups. There are straps attached, and the trainees pull them tight over her ankles, completely restraining her feet. Meanwhile, another trainee has folded down part of the changing table, so that the table ends right beneath where her bottom rests.
Yet another trainee pulls a restraint around the table and over her waist, pinning her down to the table so she can’t move her hips. With her hands still restrained and pulled above her head, Kitty is now strapped to the table and largely immobile, with her mouth gagged, her legs spread wide and her crotch on full display. The entire team stops and takes a moment to look her over, Kitty feels a spark of excitement at her encumbered state.
The Doctor steps forward and puts his wide palm against her face, softly caressing her. Then he looks at the Assistant and gestures to something on a table that Kitty cannot see. The Assistant fetches the item and hands it to the Doctor, she can now see that it is the same butt plug from before. He nods to a trainee, and the young man moves to the end of the table, positioning himself between Kitty’s legs.
The trainee squeezes some lube on his finger, and places it against Kitty’s rosebud. She squirms as much as the restraints allow her, but the trainee begins to methodically massage. As she starts to relax, he slips the finger inside of her, and she tenses up again. He stays the course and moves inside of her, slowly opening her up.
After a sufficient amount of time, he steps aside and the Doctor takes his place. With one hand pressing down on Kitty’s abdomen, he slides the butt plug back into her. Kitty can feel the pressure inside of her, and after a few moments, it becomes comfortable again. The Doctor brings both hands up to Kitty’s torso, placing them flat against her ribcage and slowly pulling them downwards, caressing the length of her body. He slides his hands under her and cups her ass, squeezing it and then moves his hands onto her inner thighs.
Standing in between her legs, his clothed crotch level and inches away from Kitty’s own exposed sex, with his hands still resting on her inner thighs, subtly pushing them open even more, the Doctor nods to his team and says, “You may all approach.”
At once Kitty feels multiple sets of hands on her. The trainees and the Assistant are all standing around her on the table, touching her all over. Several hands caress her breasts, lightly cupping them, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Other hands explore her neck, her hair and her hips. Most noticeably though, the Doctor begins stroking her clitoris again. Kitty moans and closes her eyes, lost in the sensation of so many people touching her, helping themselves to her exposed and bound body.
Surprisingly, someone reaches under her head, releases the strap and pulls the ball gag from her mouth. Kitty’s mouth aches as she closes it for the first time in an hour or so. The respite is short-lived though, as someone had put their fingers in her mouth. Kitty begins sucking them and moans gently. The Doctor is still at work between her legs, tantalizing her clitoris with his capable hands. By this point, multiple trainees have lowered their heads to Kitty’s breasts, pulling her erect nipples into their warm mouths.
Kitty’s arousal is growing by the minute; she hears a belt buckle clattering and looks down to see the Doctor pulling his erect penis from his underwear. Kitty moans and lifts her hips up to him as much as the bindings allow. The Doctor gives himself a few slow, sensual strokes and then enters Kitty. The feeling is fantastic after being teased and humiliated all day. While the Doctor pumps in and out of her, Kitty tries to focus on all the other areas of her body.
The Doctor’s hands are on her thighs, using them as leverage to pull his body close with each thrust. She can feel the hand’s of the Assistant and trainees all over her, caressing her butt and her hips, their mouths still greedily consuming her breasts. One of the trainees has bent down and began kissing her, Kitty matches his passion and hungers for his lips. Someone else’s lips are on her ear and neck, oscillating between kisses and cool breaths, making her entire body shudder with each sensitive touch.
Another set of hands, she’s guessing the Assistant’s, are paying attention to her clitoris. One second he is stroking it, and the next he is doing something odd that Kitty has never experienced before. While the Doctor is still pushing in and out of her, the Assistant creates a ‘V’ with his fingers and frames her open vagina. He adds pressure to his touch all along the flesh outside her labia, bringing the entire area to life with sensation. The Assistant moves his touch back to her clitoris, picking up speed.
There are so many different sensations, so many different touches on her body; it’s too much for Kitty. She feels an orgasm coming on, she tenses her body in anticipation and it crashes over her. She moans, almost screaming through the intensity of her release; the trainee is still kissing her and he swallows her cries of pleasure. Before she is finished, the Doctor also lets out a moan and unleashes his own orgasm inside of her. The two of them come down together as the many sets of hands slowly and gently leave Kitty’s body.
The Doctor pulls himself out, and turns to tidy himself up. Still in her restraints, the Assistant grabs a fresh wipe and begins cleaning up Kitty, this time it’s the results of someone else’s mess. Kitty is still so sensitive, she shudders under his gentle, yet clinical touch. The trainees release her ankles and waist from their restraints, and lift up her ankles into diaper position again. The Doctor is back and he slides a new diaper under Kitty; he applies some cream to her privates and tightly wraps her up in the diaper, leaving the butt plug in for the second time that day.
He picks her up off the table and carries her to the playpen, and while sitting on the floor, he gives her one more bottle. She is completely spent, so she quickly drinks up while slowly dozing off in his arms. The Doctor lays her down on the mat and covers her with a blanket; he kisses her forehead and says, “I hope you enjoyed your experience, sleep well.” She softly murmurs in return, and quickly falls asleep.
Slutty Boss and Her Diapered Female Assistant
Arabella Cumming had just started as an administrative assistant at a large firm, she was 23 and fresh out of college. She was initially put in the secretary pool before being assigned to someone permanently. She was happy when she was given a permanent slot, but when the other secretaries heard who she got, she was informed of many rumors.
Beatrix Pecker was an upper manager with a strange reputation, she never had the same assistant for more than a few months. At 30 years old, she was the youngest person in her position. She was stern and unapologetically authoritative. Almost all of the girls who worked under her had quit, and in there exit interview insisted they were doing so because something better came along, and not because their boss has treated them badly.
Arabella was a tough and mindful girl and had no intention of quitting the job she had just gotten. But at the same time she didn’t want to be bullied at work. She brought a special purse a friend gave her as a gift from a spy shop that had a little window in for your phone’s camera to secretly record. If she was going to be harassed she would tape it and either sue or leverage a better position with the company.
When she reported to Beatrix Pecker’s office she was met by a beautiful woman in a fashionable business suit who was all smiles and friendly greetings. Arabella dropped her guard a bit, until she noticed a strange detail. Most assistant’s desks were located just outside their boss’ office in the hall, but Beatrix Pecker had two desks in her large office; hers facing the door, and a second small one that ran perpendicular to hers and pushed against a wall. That did seem suspicious.
The first few days were pretty uneventful, Arabella learned a few of her new boss’ habits and how she liked to have things done. She made appointments and took messages, nothing out of the ordinary. Until Thursday came, and after lunch Arabella’s boss asked her to come over to her desk. Arabella got up and came over, her purse camera was rolling. “Yes, Ms. Pecker?” She asked.
“I notice you seem to take a lot of bathroom breaks,” Beatrix started, “I understand you have to serve your physiological need, but I am worried it is leading to too much slacking off.” Arabella wasn’t sure what to say, admittedly when she went to the bathroom she would use it as an opportunity to send a quick text or chat with someone in the hall, but she couldn’t stop going to the bathroom. That’s when her boss offered a solution, “I’d like you to wear a diaper,” Beatrix said as if it was a perfectly reasonable request.
“Ms. Pecker… I… I don’t know what to,” Arabella started to stammer, and then realized her phone was recording and the camera was angled right at her boss’ desk, this could be her big break. “Alright,” she agreed, “if that’s what you think is best.”
“Good girl,” Beatrix said pleasantly surprised, “hop up on my desk, bring your dress above your hips, and lay down long-ways on it with your feet up.”
Arabella couldn’t believe how bold her boss was but figured this would make great evidence for the HR rep so she complied fully. She hiked up her dress exposing her panties, and got on her boss’ desk laying down and resting her feet on the corners. She laid her hands across her stomach and looked like she was in a gynecologist’s chair waiting for the doctor.
Beatrix opened her large bottom desk drawer, Arabella couldn’t help but turn her head to look. Inside was a pack of diapers, some powders and ointments, and some other things she didn’t recognize. Beatrix stood between Arabella’s spread legs and closed them for a moment to slip the girl’s panties off before returning her feet to the corners, keeping her spread wide. “I’ll just hold onto these for you,” Beatrix said, dropping the panties into the drawer.
She took a baby wipe and ran it through Arabella’s vaginal lips, which made the girl buck her hips off the table and gasp. Beatrix placed a gentle hand on her waist lowering her back to the desktop, “It is okay, I am just making sure you’re clean.” Arabella swallowed hard and allowed her to continue, knowing it was all being filmed secretly for her gain. But her hands left their peacefully folded position and grasped the edges of the desk when her boss ran a fresh wipe through her ass crack and gently circled her sexy ass.
After a sprinkling of baby powder, Arabella’s boss had her lift her hips slightly as she slipped a sexy diaper under her and positioned it just above her sexy-tight-ass. Arabella was feeling a strange sense of calm as Beatrix closed the diaper around her. When she finished and was told she could get up she even inadvertently blurted out, “Thank you Ms. Pecker,” which made her boss just smile at her kindly.
Sitting at her desk over the next hour was strange, she shifted her weight several times, constantly aware that she was in a diaper, with her panties across the room in her boss’ drawer. She looked over to Ms. Pecker’s desk, who was busy at work, not in the least distracted by the events that just occurred, and unaware the incident had been filmed to be used against her.
The next hour was as bad as the first for her productivity, she had become physically comfortable with the diaper now, but that brought about psychological uncomfortableness. Did she enjoy being put in a diaper like that, did she enjoy wearing the diaper, did she enjoy the power her boss held over her. She imagined some insane scenario where somehow someone would come in and inspect the two women, she was wearing a diaper, but her boss kept her panties, she would look insane. This of course was a preposterous scenario, but her mind was clouded and confused. And then it came on her suddenly, she had to use the bathroom.
She eyed her purse, knowing the camera would still be running, the beauty of a new battery and a huge hard drive. She wasn’t sure if she has enough evidence to mount a case, or if she needed to keep going, or was it that she wanted to keep going. She wasn’t sure what to do, she thought about asking to use the bathroom, but then realized how that would make her look to her boss, she might be on to her. Arabella closed her eyes for moment, let out a small sigh and released her bladder into the waiting vessel. “Ms. Pecker,” she spoke, “I need to be changed.”
Beatrix looked up from her desk, and again smiled her kind smile. Standing she gestured for Arabella to come over and lie on the desk once more. The girl got up and walked over, she couldn’t help but feel a flutter in her heart and she again lifted her dress to her stomach and laid down on the desk. The older woman undid the diaper, inspecting the it was only urine, she put it in a special opaque bag that sealed at the top, it concealed the contents of the bag as well as any smell.
When she brought a baby wipe to Arabella’s crotch, the girl seemed to push her hips out slightly, making more of herself available to it. This did not go unnoticed by either woman, as Beatrix took more care and more time to wipe the damp cloth through Arabella’s labia, before giving her ass the same treatment with a fresh wipe. After the powder, Arabella needed no instruction and was lifting her hips awaiting the diaper to be slid beneath her. A faint moan of relief escaped her lips as she was closed into her second diaper of the day. Again she thanked her boss when it was over.
Before she went back to her desk, Beatrix said to Arabella, “There now, isn’t that so much better than having to run off to the bathroom. You don’t even have to leave the office, and there are no distractions.” Arabella nodded in agreement, and hurried back to her desk.
The last two hours of the day passed by much quicker, as Arabella was able to concentrate on her work now much more comfortable in her diaper, still with the lingering thoughts of using the tape in the sexual harassment case of the century. When it was time to go home she approached Ms. Pecker’s desk, “Um my…” she asked nervously, “my panties Ms. Pecker?”
“Oh yes, of course,” she said, she opened her top drawer, unlocking it, making sure Arabella saw that she did in fact keep them under lock and key. She brought them out, and asked, “Do you just want them, or should I change you into them?”
Arabella thought for a moment, “a better case,” she lied to herself. “You can change me,” she said agreeably. And without any instruction pulled up her clothing, laying on the desk. This made Beatrix smile, knowing she had another one, another young girl under her control.
Beatrix undid the diaper, inspecting it was clean. She of course wouldn’t reuse it, but wouldn’t waste one of her scent sealing bags as they were expensive, she laid it to the side. She saw Arabella’s vagina was visibly wet, she didn’t want to over play her hand, but took a risk and ran her fingers through her slit without even the pretext of having a baby wipe. The girl gave a wordless shudder, and Beatrix slid her panties back on.
When Arabella stood up she eyed the diaper on the desk, “May I keep that Ms. Pecker?” she asked. Physical evidence, she continued to lie to herself. She was kicking herself for not just taking her panties and walking, so she wouldn’t have to ask. This would have also saved her from showing her boss how turned on she was, but maybe she wanted her to know
Beatrix smiled at her subordinate, “of course,” she told Arabella, picking it up off the desk and handing it to her.
Arabella stuffed it in her purse and quickly departed the office, her face reddening. Once in the elevator alone, she reached in her purse, past the diaper and dislodged her phone. “Still recording,” she thought with relief, she caught the whole day on tape, and she headed home for the night.
At home Arabella sat in her bed watching the video on her phone. She watched herself being put into the first diaper, and then watched herself being changed into a fresh one, and then lastly having her panties put back on her. She rewound the video, and watched herself being changed out of the dirty diaper again, and then again, and then again. She felt a strange mix of emotion, it was degrading, it was humiliating, and yet she was so turned on.
Her resolve was gone, she hated herself for it, but she had to masturbate, and she had to masturbate to this video. She laid out a towel on her bed, Arabella was a squirter and a big one, and it was actually kind of embarrassing. She had only been with two guys and both were shocked when she came with them, and humiliated her, leaving disgusted and disgruntled. She thought she better warn the next guy, but that embarrassed her too much, and so there was no next guy.
She was straightening and smoothing out the towel, then she got the diaper out o her purse. “It would restrain her squirt, even absorb it” she thought. She’d lose her ‘physical evidence’ but she was overcome and didn’t care. She retrieved it from her bag and frantically put it on, for some reason it felt good to be in it. She sat back down on her bed, feeling the diaper under her and pulled up the video again, slipping a hand into the diaper. It didn’t take long before she was screaming, hit by an orgasm, she could feel the splash of her ejaculate on her hand and then it was gone, the diaper worked. She slept like a baby that night.
The next day she arrived at work early and found Ms. Pecker was already there hard at work. She passed her own desk, and walked right up to her bosses not even stopping to drop off her bag. “Do you want to put me in a diaper today Ms. Pecker?” Arabella asked almost rhetorically.
“Do you want to be in a diaper today?” Beatrix asked back with the same rhetorical tone, looking up from her papers.
She had her, Arabella knew it, Beatrix knew it, there was nothing left but just to come out and say it. Arabella did just that, “Yes Ms. Pecker, I want you to put me in a diaper.” Beatrix smiled, almost wickedly, clearing the papers from her desk as Arabella lifted her clothing, she made sure to wear a skirt today, and laid on the desk eager to feel her panties be slipped off.
“Grab the sides of the desks with your hands and keep them there until I say otherwise,” Beatrix commanded authoritatively. Arabella complied immediately, confused being the shift in tone, and slightly aroused. Beatrix slid her panties off and put them in her drawer. She stepped around the girl and reached into her bag pulling out her phone. She played with it for a moment as Arabella’s eyes took on a fearful stare. Beatrix nodded her head finding what she was looking for, Arabella could her the audio and knew her boss was watching yesterday’s events. The video stopped, Arabella heard a familiar whoosh, and then then a generic sound she wasn’t sure of and her boss tossed her phone in with her panties, locking the drawer, before saying, “I think it’s best I hold on to your phone while you’re at work from now on.” Arabella could only give a fearful nod in agreement, keeping her hands firm on the edge of the desk.
Beatrix, dropping all pretext, laid her hand on Arabella’s vagina, already moist. The younger woman had to grip the desk edge tightly to keep from moving her hands. Beatrix masturbated the girl gently as she spoke on, “I emailed the video to my private address and deleted it off your phone and from your outbox.” Arabella moaned low at hearing this, any leverage she had was gone. “You don’t get to where I am without learning all the little tricks, I knew you were filming me, that’s why I acted when I did. I knew you’d go along with it for the camera,” Beatrix spoke as she was increasing the pressure on her captive’s genitalia, intending to let her have an orgasm.
“I squirt!” Arabella blurted out, ceasing her boss’ assault. Beatrix looked at her puzzled, as she disclosed fully, “I squirt when I come Ms. Pecker, and it makes a horrible mess. I put on a diaper last night when I masturbated to the video,” her pussy had a spasm at her confession.
“My my,” Beatrix said intrigued, “you are an interesting one. It’s alright my little Fawn, you lack discipline, it’s a problem a lot of you young girls have, and I don’t blame you. You are just still in your anal retention stage,” she falsely referenced psychology to set up her next words, “and I have just the thing to help you with anal retention.” Beatrix went to a desk drawer and pulled out a small blue butt plug and tube of lube.
Lubing the toy generously she brought it to the girl’s anus, who clenched her teeth and grabbed the desk sides hard as it was pushed in, moaning in relief as the widest portion slipped past her asshole and it was able to shrink back down. Beatrix gave the base a little tap, with a pleasant, “There we go,” said. She put a diaper on Arabella, whose face took on its usual euphoria when it was fastened around her. Arabella bit her lip as her boss reached into the diaper and rubbed her clit, just like last night she was cumming in seconds, her squirt hit the diaper, and Beatrix had to stifle a laugh.
In her refractory state she was breathing heavy, her asshole involuntarily tightening around the butt plug’s base every so often. Beatrix took the diaper, soaked with squirt into one of her opaque bags and disposed of it. She used a baby wipe to clean Arabella’s pubic area, leaving the anal plug in and cleaning around it, she fastened a new diaper around her assistant, and moved away from her sitting in her chair.
Arabella stood up, regaining her composure as best she could, shifting her weight on her heels adjusting to the plug stretching her. “Come here Fawn,” Beatrix motioned for her to kneel on the floor between her legs. The girl did, and her boss slid her own panties off in front of Arabella. She too was wearing a skirt, Arabella didn’t notice until now as she hiked it up and showed off her pussy. Beatrix leaned forward and put her hand behind Arabella’s head saying, “I think you need a pacifier to suck on,” and pulled the girl forward having her mouth envelope her pussy.
Arabella had never performed cunnilingus before, but took to it like a fish to water. Happily licking away at her boss’ labia and sucking at her clit, she even complied when Beatrix pushed her head down further and had her eat out her asshole. Arabella’s own ass was adjusting nicely to the plug and she wiggled it in pleasure while she ate out her boss beneath her desk who was squeezing her head with her thighs. When she was happy with her secretary’s work Beatrix gently pushed her back, before she had her stand she used a fresh baby wipe around her mouth, and another on herself, before sliding her panties back on. She made of bit of a show if putting her underwear on, showing off to Arabella that she wore panties rather than a diaper, despite her ideas about them saving time.
She instructed Arabella back to her desk to begin her work, who did so dutifully. Arabella sat down gently, feeling the plug as she lowered herself. She worked hard, and only stopped to have her diaper changed, once before lunch and one after. Beatrix lingered with her baby wipes through Arabella’s vaginal lips, she tugged at the anal plug gently to ensure it was retaining well and tease Arabella in the process. At the end of the day, Beatrix took off Arabella’s diaper, unlocked her drawer and retrieved her phone and panties. She grasped the plug as she spoke, “each morning you come in a few minutes early to be changed into your first diaper, and have your plug inserted. I will hold your panties and phone in my desk until the end of the day, understood?” As she finished she withdrew the plug slowly.
“Yes Ms. Pecker, I understand,” Arabella said back. Somehow the phrase ‘your plug’ stuck in her mind. When her boss slid her panties back on her she rose and gathered her things, her ass now adjusting to the absence of the plug. Before she left, Beatrix stopped her to say one last thing.
Her tone returning to stern as Beatrix instructed Arabella, “You are not to masturbate, have an orgasm, or wear diapers without my permission. And as of now, outside this office you don’t have my permission.” She did not ask if she understood, just made her statement. Arabella nodded with a familiar fear of her boss that made her respect her and submit to her so.
Aurora’s G-Spot is Found
My boyfriend Josh and I are getting closer and closer each week we are together. I give him what ever he wants and he does the same for me. We recently tried some new things that allow me to be closer to him than ever.
Josh sat in the front room of his house as I walked through the door. He smiled and called me over to him. I bent over and kissed him on the lips. He held me close and then pulled me so I ended up sitting on his lap.
He slowly started to unbutton my red silk shirt, as a good girl I lifted my arms for him to take my shirt off. I felt him reach around me and unclasp my bra and again I lifted my arms to let him take it off. I felt him working at my pants so I just stood up and unbuttoned my slacks and let them slide down my legs. I now stood in front of Will in just my panties.
“Do you want me to take these off too?“ I asked.
“Yes I want to look at you.” Josh said.
I slowly hooked my fingers through the sides of my panties and slide them down my legs and stepped out of them. I now stood naked in front of Josh for him to see.
He took me by the hands and had me kneel in front of him. I thought that I was going to strip him and take his rock-hard-cock into my mouth, but instead, he had different ideas. He had me slide forward so I straddled only his left leg. He pulled me forward so that I was now up against his leg. He lifted his leg so that his foot now touched my cunt. I instinctively started to pull back but he pulled me even closer. I looked into his eyes, and put my hands over the top of his leg. He started to move his leg so my clitoris was rubbed by his leg. I started to move a little as he continued. He stopped moving and looked into my eyes.
“You can continue to hump my leg, Aurora” he seductively whispered.
He wanted me to masturbate on his muscular leg (he is so fuckn’ hot!)… I began to blush a little as I looked into his eyes.
“Josh, I really need to pee, you didn’t give me a chance to when I walked in. “ I said to him.
“That’s OK you can continue with what we have started.” He whispered.
I continued as he instructed me, and could feel myself getting more excited with each thrust of my hips to his leg.
I could also feel the need I had to pee. I was hoping that I could hold my pee until after we finished what ever he had on mind, but wasn’t sure I could.
I continued to hump Josh’s leg, until I looked up at him and he smiled at me. “Josh, I really have to pee, please let me stop” I whimpered.
“Aurora, I want you to cum for me, and if you pee while you are doing that, it’s ok.” He said to me.
I continued to hump him…. more and more… and was very close to cum. I felt Josh take my face in his hands and lift it so I looked into his eyes. I could tell my face was flushed red with excitement, and I was panting heavily.
“Josh, please, may I cum?” I said in a clear voice.
“Yes my Aurora, you can cum for me, but I want you to look into my eyes as you do. “ He said.
I thought that would be easy, but as I looked into his eyes, he smiled gently at me, but I became more self conscience that I was masturbating on my boyfriends leg, yet I moved closer to my eventual orgasm. I continued looking into Josh’s eyes and he smiled at me. I could feel the rush between my legs and whimpered to Josh, as my orgasm washed over me. I was now flushed red with excitement as I rubbed harder and harder on his leg. Then I felt the rush to have to pee, “Josh let me up I have to pee..” I cried out. He held me close and I started to wet as I finished my orgasm. I could feel the pee coming from me, and looked down to see that I had soaked Josh’s leg. Josh smiled at me and pulled me forward so I was pulled up his leg.
“I am still pee’ing Josh..” I whispered. He continued to pull me until I was straddling his thigh now. I continued to pee until I was done.
Josh and I stood up and he picked me up in his arms. He carried me to his bed, and laid me down. He moved to the foot on the bed and I bent my knees and spread my legs for him to look at me. He pulled me to the foot on the bed and took a warm wet cloth and wiped me so I felt clean again.
He then took a dry cloth and wiped me dry. I watched as he picked up a can of baby powder off the table and tapped some between my legs. Then he picked me up and slide a diaper under my butt. He set me back down and continued to put the diaper on me. He used the tapes on the sides of the diaper and it was on. Then he picked up what looked like a pair of plastic panties slipped them over my feet pushed them up my legs and again picked me up, and slide them in place. Josh leaned forward and put his arms around me and helped me to my feet.
“Now my little baby, how does that feel?” he said.
“Well I haven’t worn one of these in 20 years but I guess its ok..” I said.
We walked into the TV room and settled down to watch a movie. Josh sat at the edge of the couch and I sat down on his lap. We watched a beginning of the movie and the door bell rang.
“That will be Scarlett and Channing” Josh said. “I’ll go put something on over this..” and I pointed to the diaper. “No need for that, and Josh ordered me to stay put.
Josh went to the front door and let the two of them in, and they all came into the TV room where I was dutifully sitting topless in a diaper on the edge of the couch. I had taken a blanket from the back of the couch and covered myself in it, but I still felt very self-conscience.
Scarlett looked at me and said “Hi Aurora… what are you and Josh up to?”
I opened the blanket so she could see what I was (or wasn’t) wearing.
“Josh is having some fun with me.” I said.
“Well don’t feel bad, and Scarlett unzipped her jeans to expose to me the same plastic pants I had on. She too was wearing a diaper that Channing had put on her.
“He does this a lot” she said.
“He takes me out places like grocery stores and then makes me pee into my diaper, while I am walking down the aisles. No one really knows what is happening except Channing and I, but it is very embarrassing to walk along pee’ing into my diaper. He usually checks me like you would check a little baby, he puts his hand down the front of my jeans inside the diaper and checks to see if I am wet. If I am, which I usually am, he takes me into the guys bathroom, and makes me get up on the baby changing table, and he changes me.” She said.
“Have any guys come in while he is doing this to you?” I asked.
“Oh yes, this does happens often. They usually tend to watch for awhile and the go on with what they were doing.” She said. “I usually am really embarrassed, but there is nothing I want to do about it. “ She winked.
“Channing has not let me pee this afternoon, so I really have to go, but he told me to wait until he says it OK, so I think he has something planned.” Scarlett said.
Just then we heard both Channing and Josh call us out into the living room.
“Scarlett did you need to use the bathroom?” Channing asked.
“Yes Channing, I’ll be right back.” She said and started to turn.
“Wait just a minute little one” he said,
“ I think you can show all of us how you pee, can’t you.” He said in a very straight forward voice.
She stood in the middle of living room, and looked into Channing’s eyes, she started to blush a little, and then the unmistakable sound of her pee’ing into the diaper.
“Channing I am done… will you check me please.” Scarlett said out loud.
Channing took Scarlett in his arms and his hand made its way down the front of Scarlett’s jeans and then inside her diaper. I could see Channing fingering her and the blush on her face confirmed that he was pushing his fingers into Scarlett. Then I saw Channing whispered something to Scarlett, and she spread her legs apart more for Channing. I saw his hand move lower and expect that he was fingering her anus too. He removed his hand from down Scarlett’s diaper and laid her on her back on the couch. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs and then off. He pulled her socks off, so now she laid in her shirt and diaper.
Channing untapped the diaper from her sides and started to open the diaper, front first. “Channing, are you going to do this with everyone watching?” Scarlett asked.
“Sure, how do you expect Josh to learn how to change Aurora, if he does not watch?”
Channing pulled open Scarlett’s diaper to expose her to us. The diaper was full of urine and was stained a little. Channing lifted Scarlett a little off the couch and pulled the diaper from under her. He rolled the diaper into a ball and taped it shut.
“Aurora will you toss this into the bin for me?” and Channing handed me the diaper. I took it into the kitchen and put it in the wastebasket, and went back into the living room. Channing now had Scarlett lift her legs over her chest so she was completely exposed for all of us. Channing took a wet cloth and wiped Scarlett’s vagina. He gently opened Scarlett and cleaned inside her vagina as far as he could easily. He then took another cloth and wiped her ass. It was clear that Scarlett had absolutely no hair between her legs. She looked beautiful.
Channing then pulled out a very small dildo from the bag that had a new diaper, and licked the dildo. He open Scarlett slightly and then slowly and carefully pushed it into Scarlett. She shifted her hips a little to allow Channing to insert the silver shaft in more easily. He took a new diaper, lifted Scarlett and slid it under her. Then used the tape closures and she was covered. Scarlett got up and put on her jeans again, and then sat down beside Channing.
“What was the little silver thing you put in Scarlett?’ Josh asked.
“Its something I picked up a few weeks ago. It is a remote controlled vibrator. I have a small box in my pocket that I can press and the vibrator starts up, here let me show you.” Channing pulled a small black box from his pocket. We watched as Channing pressed the button and Scarlett sat watching. It took about 20 seconds and Scarlett started leaning towards Channing, then she put her arms around him and kissed him. She slowly started to spread her legs a little and we saw Channing’s hand go right between her legs to her crouch. She started to push a little as he moved his hand up and down her. We could hear Scarlett begin panting as she clearly became more excited. Channing continued rubbing Scarlett until we heard her whisper to Channing, that she wanted to cum..
“Channing darling, please may I cum” she whispered.
Channing pulled her away just a little, looked into her eyes, and said “Yes Scarlett, cum for me now.” Channing’s hand moved to the top of Scarlett’s diaper and then down between her legs again inside the diaper. He helped Scarlett have her orgasm and then held her close as she came down from her orgasmic high. With his other hand I saw Channing press the button on the black box again. The sound of humming that had come from Scarlett was now gone. Scarlett’s face was flush red from her excitement, and Channing picked her up again and laid her on the couch. In one move he unclasped the diaper and opened the front of it. Josh looked directly at Scarlett vagina and was about to say something but I said it first..
“Scarlett, what happened.”
As Channing, Josh and I looked at Scarlett we could see a semi clear liquid slowly oozing out of Scarlett and the diaper was wet where it had touched her.
“When I have an orgasm and am really excited like just now, I sometimes ejaculate. It sort of feels like pee’ing but it is different. Channing loves it when I do, he has taken me their a number of times. Its wonderful, I feel really good after I do.” She said.
My Josh had a gentle smile on his face and I know the wheels were turning, but he didn’t move to do anything so I knew he was saving something for later.
As it got late Channing decided Scarlett had enough and they said their goodbyes and headed for the door. We all kissed each other and they left.
As soon as the door shut, Josh turned quickly and pulled down my diaper. It was still clean so I asked what he wanted me to do. “Step out of the diaper darling, and go sit on my exam table.”
Joh had bought an old OBGYN exam table and had put it in his bedroom where he and I could play on it. I sit up on the table as instructed. Josh walked in carrying something that he put on the table. He pulled the stirrups out and as I laid back he lifted my legs into then. He pulled me by the hips so I slid on the table towards the end, which opened my legs wider.
He sat on a small stool and looked at my vagina. He picked up what ever he had brought into the room and started opening it. I felt him open me gently and I felt what I thought was his penis going into my vagina. I felt him inside me, and started to move my hips towards my Josh. Then I felt him open my anus a little and he pushed a very small tube into me.
Then I felt as he squeezed something into my ass. He had injected some kind of lubricant into me. Then I felt him slowly insert something into my ass. He pushed both of the things into me and I let a groan escape my lips. I had closed my eyes earlier and opened them to see Josh looking down on me. But he still had his clothes on.
“Josh what did you put inside me” I asked.
“I have a package of wieners, and you have two of them in you right now.” He said.
Josh moved to between my legs again, “Aurora, squeeze darling.” He whispered.
I bared down as Josh asked and could feel both of the wieners inside me.
“Again darling.. “ and I did as I was told.
I really tried to squeeze.. “mmmmm.. I moaned.” I could feel the wieners move inside me. “Again, sweetie” and I bare down and I could feel them move.
Josh took hold of the one inserted into my vagina and pushed it back in and I squeezed on my own and pushed it out. Then I really tried to bare down and the other one came out of my ass.
“Good girl “ Josh said. “Very good girl.”
I saw him bury his head between my legs and he began licking me. I came almost immediately. I pushed my hips towards Josh’s mouth, and then I felt him pushing something back into me. I hopped it was his penis, but it was a curved dildo. As he pushed it in, it touched my g-spot… and I froze…..
I had never felt anything like that before. He slowly turned it on and it vibrated against what I thought was my most sensitive point in my body. I pushed and pushed. It felt like I had to pee very badly, and I knew that if I did Josh would understand, and hold me.. so I continued to push, then he turned the vibrator on high and I lost it. I felt myself pee’ing and pee’ing but it felt very different then anytime before. As Josh pushed the vibrator into me he could make me spray more, and I whimpered, “push darling, push” and he did. I sprayed him with something that I had never seen come from me.
As I came down from my high, I felt so close to Josh, and then I felt him licking my vagina. His tongue was going deep into me and cleaning me. He moved down and licked my anus clean. I just about lost it again, but contained myself, and whimpered to Josh…
“I love you with all that is in me.”
Josh picked me up off the exam table, helped me close my legs, and took me to bed… Ohh I love this man.
Babying Luna
“Baby, I realllly have to go potty! Where’s the closest rest stop?” I frantically asked my boyfriend as he sped down the freeway. We were on our way to his family’s beach house and I thought I could make it until we got there, but I guess not.
“We’ll be there in 30 minutes and there isn’t another stop until then. Can you make it?” Zack asked me without taking his eyes off the road.
“Why did I drink that Dr. Pepper? It always makes me have to pee really bad!” I whined clasping my legs together and sighing I told him that I guess I could but to hurry anyway. I tried to distract myself by changing the radio station and singing along. Finally, we pulled up to a beautiful beach house.
I jumped out of the car and as I ran up to the house yelled, “Where’s the bathroom? Come unlock the door!!!” Zack looked up at me and started to laugh as he grabbed a couple bags from the car and headed up the walkway slowly.
Dancing around in front of the door I whined “Zaaaaccckk! I’m not going to make it if you don’t hurry up! I’m gonna pee my pants!”
“Whoops, forgot to shut the door” Zack chuckled as he walked back to the car. I finally lost control of my bladder and peed myself. I was wearing dark shorts so I figured I’d just hurry up and get in the bathroom and then take a quick shower and he’d never know. Zack, however, had other plans.
“Luna…sweetie, you wet yourself.” He said calmly as he finally unlocked the door.
Blocking me from getting in he gently grabbed my hand and led me to the living room saying, “Its okay, I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, its been a long day for you. Don’t you worry about anything, I’ll take care of it all” in baby talk.
I tried to protest as Zack led me to the living room and laid me down on the floor, but he’s much stronger than me and I was confused by his behavior and humiliated by the fact I’d wet myself. Then Zack’s demeanor changed suddenly.
“Luna, I’ve been reading those stories you read from Salty Vixen, especially the Diaper Fetish ones such as “Punishment for Forgetting My Diaper” ,” Slutty Boss and Her Diapered Female Assistant”, “Lesbian Diaper Fantasy Challenge”,”Doctor & Kinky Diaper Erotica”, “Aurora’s G-Spot is Found: Adult Diaper Sex Fantasy Story” and “Sexy Diaper Fun”…
“Luna, I wish you’d told me. I was caught by surprise, but I have to admit, the more I thought about it the more turned on I got by the whole idea. I only wish you’d told me. I know how much you want this so don’t fight it. This week, the whole time that we are here, I will take care of you and you will be my baby. Got it?”
“Zack…I…”I was surprised and didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t matter. Zack cut me off anyway.
“Shhh…lets get you cleaned up.” He said as he reached into the bag he’d brought in with him. He smiled at me as he triumphantly pulled out a pacifier and stuck it in my mouth. Instinctively I started sucking on the pacifier as Zack pulled my wet shorts and panties off. I watched him as he wiped me off with a baby wipe and then lifted my legs to put a diaper on me. I stared down in awe of the situation.
For a long time I had fantasized about being babied, the whole thing, diapers, bottles, pacifiers, wetting the diaper, but I didn’t think that it would ever actually happen! Zack was humming softly to himself as he sprinkled some powder on me and then fastened the diaper up around my hips. Wow, he was really prepared for this! He pulled my socks and shoes off and then sat me up and pulled my shirt up over my head. As he unfastened my bra he told me that babies don’t need bras. Then he pulled a diaper that said, “I love my Daddy” out of the bag and carefully tied it around my neck.
“Come on my love, I know your hungry, lets go in the kitchen and make you a baba” Zack said as he walked into the kitchen carrying the bag. I started to stand up to follow him when he rushed back over to me,
“No no sweetie, you’ll fall, you need to crawl,” he said as he gently pushes me back down. I seductively crawled after him into the kitchen and watched as he pulled out a can of Dr. Pepper and poured it into a baby bottle. He then took me into the living room, grabbed the remote, lifted me up onto the sofa, laying me across his lap.
Zack pulled the pacifier out of my mouth and replaced it on the table. He then handed me the bottle….as I sucked the bottle , I had placed head on his lap as he flipped through channels. I was wearing nothing but a diaper and a bib, drinking a bottle. My fetish fantasy was coming to life – this is fuckn’ hot!
I started to doze off and woke up to Zack pulling the now empty bottle out of my mouth and sitting me up to burp me. Surprisingly I did burp, and as I started to say, “excuse me” Zack picked the pacifier back up and popped it into my mouth. Laying me back down across the couch he got up and told me to take a nap as he unloaded the car.
When I woke up it took me a few minutes to remember where I was, and realize that it wasn’t just a dream.
“Zack?” I called out, he came around the corner and said
“I am here sweetie, what’s the matter? Does baby need to go pee pee?” he cooed at me as he picked up the pacifier from the couch and put it in my mouth. I nodded but was surprised when Zack said “You’re just gonna have to wait. Daddy has to finish unpacking everything and then I’ll come help you potty.” As he walked away he turned his head back and said, “Don’t potty in your diaper, bad babies potty in their diapers.”
I didn’t know what to do, I really needed to pee, but I didn’t want to be bad. I crawled out of the room and down the hallway, hoping to find the bathroom. I tried to open a door but it was locked. Frustrated I stood up just as Zack came down the hallway.
“Daddy said to wait. I meant it. Babies can’t potty by themselves. Now you just go back and wait for Daddy to finish or you’ll be punished.” Zack said coldly.
Obviously I couldn’t just go to the bathroom by myself so I crawled back into the living room and sat on the floor, watching the cartoon he’d turned on for me. But I really had to pee and I couldn’t hold it in much longer. I tried calling out to Zack but he ignored me. I really had to pee and I knew I was going to pee myself if he didn’t let me go to the bathroom NOW.
“Zack! Please, I’m going to pee myself!” I yelled out. He quickly came around the corner, his whole demeanor had changed from the sweet calm loving attitude he’d had earlier.
“Luna!! I told you wait for me and I mean it. Do NOT bother me while I am busy again, got it? I will come help you when I’m good and ready to come help you. Pee in your diaper and you’re going to get a spanking. Now shut up, watch your cartoons and wait for me.” He yelled at me and then turned away without waiting for me to respond. This wasn’t quite what I had imagined, but I did like the whole taking charge attitude that he was having.
A few minutes later I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and let myself pee in the diaper. It was so warm! I could feel the wetness spreading across the diaper as I peed. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was! After I finished peeing I sat there on the floor, watching cartoons as if nothing had happened. I even picked up the pacifier and put it back in my mouth, sucking it contently. Half an hour later Zack, I mean, Daddy, came back into the room.
“All finished unpacking! How is baby Luna doing?” He cheerfully asked.
“ummmm”, I am blushing. “I peed my diaper” I muttered looking down, suddenly quite ashamed.
“You what?” Zack asked, “You peed your diaper? I warned you. You know you’re going to be punished for this. Follow me.” Zack started walking down the hall and I quickly crawled behind him. He opened the bedroom door, pulled off my diaper and then picked me up and bent me over the bed, my feet barely touching the ground and my butt in the air.
“I told you not to pee in your diaper. You have to learn to be a good baby and good babies don’t pee in their diaper. Now you’re going to get five spanks for being bad. Count them out loud.” Zack said as he leaned over me.
*SMACK* “Oww!” I yelped.
“I said COUNT THEM!” Zack shouted at me.
*SMACK* “Two…oww!”
*SMACK* “Three…please stop!”
*SMACK* “Four…oww please!”
*SMACK* “Five…it hurts!” I cried out.
Then Zack stopped and gently picked me up and laid me down on the bed. He told me not to move as he walked out of the room. I sat there, my head spinning trying to figure out how to regain control of the situation. Then Zack came back in with the bag. He knelt at me feet and wiped me with a cold baby wipe and then powdered me and put a fresh diaper on me.
“All clean my wittle baby!” he said cheerfully. Then he carried me back into the living room and gave me some baby toys to play with while he made dinner. He came back about 45 minutes later with a plate of mac & cheese, one of my favorite meals and a can of beer.
“Don’t touch, baby Luna…its hot” as he walked back into the kitchen, returning a minute later with a baby bottle and a couple jars of baby food.
“Okay baby Luna, I will feed you while my food cools off.” He cooed at me as he opened a jar of baby food. I looked at him like he was crazy and refused to open my mouth. I was really hungry but there was no way that I was going to eat baby food.
“Fine, I will eat first, when you get hungry you’ll eat. Drink your wittle bottle while I eat.” He said as he handed me the bottle. I put the bottle into my mouth and started drinking it. Again, it was full of Dr. Pepper. I knew I’d have to pee shortly after drinking this, and Zack knew it too. Hopefully he lets me this time!
I drank the bottle and watched Zack eat.. I was getting more and more hungry. But, I was not going to eat that baby food. Zack would cave and let me eat regular food. He wouldn’t want me to starve. Finally he finished his dinner and smiled at me. “Sweetie, if you don’t want to eat your dinner you won’t have to. You can always go to bed tonight with no dinner. Skipping one meal isn’t going to kill you. There have been plenty of times when you just don’t feel like eating. I won’t feel bad if you decide not to eat. This is your decision. Babies don’t get to make very many of their own decisions, but I won’t force you to eat.” Zack said to me as he cleared his dinner plate.
He came back and started watching TV, leaving me sitting on the floor at his feet. Listening to my stomach growl I eyed the jars of baby food sitting on the table. Bananas and Squash: the bananas actually wouldn’t be too bad…but the squash? I was not going to eat baby food squash. He wasn’t even looking at me, he certainly didn’t seem concerned with the fact that I was hungry, and he’s right, I have often skipped meals, but after that long drive out here I was really hungry.
I finally caved in and asked, “Zack, can I eat the bananas?” He smiled down at me as he picked up the jar of bananas and the spoon.
“Of course baby Luna, I will go get your chair and then I’ll feed you.” He said as he walked out of the room. “My chair?” I asked myself, what is he talking about? Soon enough I had my answer. He walked back in with a high chair, just like babies use, but this one was larger, large enough to fit me. He picked me up and put me in the high chair and then fastened the tray on the chair and adjusted my bib. I started to ask where he got the high chair but he interrupted me by shoving a spoonful of bananas in my mouth. “Good girl! You like your bananas don’t you? Mmmm…eat ‘em all up.” Zack cooed at me. I didn’t respond, but the bananas actually weren’t bad at all, the texture was different, very smooth, but good. I opened my mouth for more and quickly swallowed as he gave me bite after bite. I started to zone out, opening my mouth, swallowing the food, and opening my mouth again not really thinking about what I was doing.
“Icky!” I said as I spit out a mouthful of food. I looked down and realized that Zack had given me a bite of the squash while I wasn’t paying attention. I had orange squash splattered across my hands and the tray; I looked up at Zack and realized I had gotten some on his face as well.
“Bad! Bad! Bad baby Luna!” Zack yelled at me “You DON’T spit your food out. Now you be good.” Then he put another spoonful of the squash up to my mouth. I refused to open my mouth. I wasn’t going to eat the squash and he couldn’t make me. Then Zack lightly pinched my knee, it tickled and as I opened my mouth to giggle he shoved the squash in. Damnit. I held the squash in my mouth refusing to swallow. He may have gotten it in my mouth but he couldn’t make me swallow it.
“once you finish your food, you can have a bath”. He had a point.I finally swallowed and then reluctantly opened my mouth for more.
Zack cooed at me as I finished the jar of squash. Then he got up, grabbed a bottle of milk from the fridge and handed it to me as he washed down the tray and me. I drank down the bottle to get the squash taste out of my mouth and had about half of it left when he lifted me from the high chair and carried me to the bathroom. He put me down on the bathroom floor and then started to get clothes and a towel out. I had to pee and stood up to use the toilet.
“No! You are a baby. If you need to potty you must ask for help and I’ll help you use the training potty.” Zack said as he pointed to a small training potty that I hadn’t noticed on the bathroom floor. “Sit back down and finish your bottle. “ he continued. I was getting really mad at him so I decided to piss my diaper so that he’d have to change me again. He looked up at me just as I finished peeing, he could see that the diaper was wet. I waited for him to yell at me, knowing that I’d probably get spanked again, but I didn’t care. Just like last time, it felt good. I was getting turned on and I was starting to really like this whole baby thing. Zack ignored me and kept getting stuff from the bag, then he took my bottle away, picked me up and put me down in the empty tub.
“You like to pee your diaper huh? You like making me have to clean up after you?” Zack asked. I raised an eyebrow instead of answering, which I knew pissed him off. “Fine, we’ll see how much you like being wet. But first, you’re going to have another bottle.” Zack said, this time with a smile on his face. I waited for him to go get me another bottle, or to give me back the ¼ full one on the counter, but instead he started to pull down his pants. He climbed into the tub, sitting on the edge, his limp cock in my face. “Go ahead baby, take the bottle.” He said with an even bigger smile.
I got between his knees and took his cock into my mouth and started to lightly suck on it, waiting for him to get hard. I reached one hand down to massage his balls, but he caught my hand and then held both my hands behind my head. “Mmmm…” Zack groaned, “we’ll see how much you like pee now.” My mind started reeling, what did he mean by that?! But I quickly got my question answered.
“Drink it.” Zack demanded as my mouth started to fill with his pee. He was peeing in my mouth! I couldn’t push myself away because he was holding my hands to my head and pushing me back against him as I tried to push away. This wasn’t part of my fantasy! But to my surprise, I actually enjoyed it. It didn’t taste bad, not like I thought it would. It didn’t really have much of a taste it was warm and tangy. He pulled himself out of my mouth and held the front of my diaper open, peeing into my diaper. His hot pee sprayed down my shaven pussy onto my clit, turning me on even more than when I peed my own diaper.
He got up and told not to move. I sat in the tub for at least 10 minutes, just enjoying the warm wetness of the diaper, rubbing myself and pushing the diaper tighter against myself, until he came back.
“Bath time!” he announced as he walked it. Zack stood me up, pulled of my diaper and sat me back down in the tub as he turned on the water. He used a washcloth and Baby Magic to wash my body and my hair and then he pulled the plug out and wrapped me up in a towel. He carried me to a bedroom in the back of the house and laid me down on the floor to dry me off. After I was all dry he powdered me and put on a fresh diaper. Then he put me in pajamas.
I looked down and wondered where he got them, they were just like real baby pajamas, except they were my size. It was almost like a terrycloth sack. There were sleeves for my arms, and then a zipper that went from my neck down to my feet, with no leg holes, my feet and legs were enclosed in a bag-like fashion. “Where did you get these?” I asked.
“Oh sweetie, lets just say that my friend Ron has had experience with this.” He said with a smile. ?! Oh my goodness! He told his friend about this!?
I started to protest when he put a pacifier in my mouth, a bottle in my hand and told me it was bedtime. Then he lifted me up and put me down in a crib.
That’s when I started to look around the room. There was the crib that I was in; it was just like a baby crib, but bigger. The room had a changing table, dresser, playpen, toys, diapers, wipes, lotions, baby powder; everything that a real baby nursery would have. Just as I was about to ask where all of this came from he interrupted me. “Ron always left this room locked and I never knew why, but now I know. Him and his ex girlfriend used to always play up here, this was her nursery and now it’s yours. Goodnight sweetie”
Serving Donna
He didn’t know just what he was getting into, all he new was that Donna was tall, leggy and beautiful. His attraction grew for her as they began chatting.
“Men today,” she told him, “have no respect for the power of the female. If I had my way, I’d change that.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, “how would you change that?”
Donna began to laugh, a laugh that was something between a sign of disbelief and a symbol of superiority.
“Do you really want to know?” she asked.
“Sure,” he responded in an excited tone, “tell me more.”
Donna explained that she couldn’t just tell him, rather, she had to show him. She explained that demonstration was much more powerful a tool of persuasion than any argument could ever be. He agreed somewhat reluctantly, and was taken by surprise when she told him the conditions under which she would demonstrate to him her understanding of the sexes.
“There is one rule you must agree to, and once you do there will be no turning back.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“You must do everything I say. No matter what, and you must be willing to accept the consequences of failure,” she explained.
“Consequences . . . what are you talking about?” he asked.
She remained silent, not uttering a sound and staring off in another direction, purposefully ignoring his question.
“Come on, tell me more, I need to know what I am getting into,” he pleaded. His words fell on deaf ears. Donna turned,looked him in the eyes and shook her head as if to say “I should have known as much . . .” She got up and began to walk away from her seat at the bar.
“Wait!” he called out, “come back, I’ll do it!”
She stopped, turned and looked back, “Do what,” she asked almost innocently, “what do you mean?”
He looked at her sheepishly, “anything you say. . .anything.”
“O.k.,” she retorted, “let’s see if you really mean it.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a stopwatch and a fairly thick piece of molded rubber, shaped like a cock. She handed it to him and explained, “you have two minutes and not a second more to insert this up your ass. Ready. Go!” He stared at her in disbelief, she kept a steady eye on the watch.
“One minute, thirty seconds.”
He got up and jogged to the bathroom. He pulled down his pants and boxer shorts and pushed the odd shaped cock up his ass. It hurt as the rubber cock stretched his asshole unlike any thing he had ever felt. After several tries and much readjustment, the cock was fitted in his ass. The pain was unbearable, but the thought of getting Donna in the sack motivated him.
He emerged from the men’s room walking slowly and made his way back to the stool next to Donna. She clicked the watch off.
“Four minutes and 45 seconds! That is simply unacceptable. Now you will have to make it up to me!”
“Good” he thought, now I get a chance to get inside those pants. “Well,” he said, “I guess we will have to make it up in the sack.” Before he knew it he was on the floor and could feel a burning sensation all along the left side of his face.
“You do not speak unless you are spoken too,” snarled Donna,”Is that understood?”
“Yes Donna,” he replied.
She looked down at him and placing her foot on his groin area she applied some pressure.
“It is Mistress Donna to you. From now on you will simply be known as Slave.”
He had heard about things like this before, but never experienced domination in any form. Much to his surprise, he could feel his cock growing rock hard in his jeans as Donna applied more and more pressure.
Everyone at the bar was staring at the two of them as they continued to play out the scene. Donna was smiling. She leaned over and whispered in his ear “follow me out of here. . . on your hands and knees. Watch only my feet and do not look up.”
“Where are we going,” he asked.
His question was answered by Donna’s foot. She twisted her shoe into his cock and balls and pressed her heel onto the bulge sticking out of the back of his pants shoving the dildo further up his burning asshole.
“What did I tell you about speaking? You are a stubborn one. You will require a lot of training. That is o.k. though, I have nothing to do the whole weekend. By the way, that cock better be down by the time we get to my car. . .or else”
He followed her out of the bar on his hands and knees,keeping pace, even though the pain made him want to stop. Donna stopped at a white Mazda and opened the back door.
“Climb in back and take off your pants,” she ordered. He obeyed.
He took off his jeans exposing his rock hard erection. “I warned you, slave. I will have no disobedience from you! I have been nice so far, but you have pushed me to my limit!”
With that she climbed in the back seat with him. On the floor was a large canvas sack. Donna reached in and pulled out four black strips of nylon webbing, each with velcro fasteners,making them completely adjustable.
“Place your arms behind your back and face away from me,”she demanded. He squirmed in position and placed his arms behind his back.
“Now, try to touch your elbows together,” she demanded. “I can’t do . . .” His remarks were cut short by a sensation of pain that shot through his very hard cock. He looked down and saw Donna’s brightly painted red fingernails digging into his member. His arms shot back, so that his elbows nearly touched.
Without commenting Donna worked quickly. First looping a strap around his elbows and pulling it tightly and using the long strips of velcro to hold it tightly shut. Next his forearms were bound and finally his wrists. By the time Donna was done, his arms were stretched back uncomfortably and completely immobilized.
The pain was bearable, especially since the his swollen asshole was really beginning to bother him. As people passed on the street they noticed the strange goings on in the car. He felt humiliated and humbled, but the feeling only made his cock grow harder.
“Every passer-by knows that you are mine, slave. That should make you proud.”
He nodded. The pain he felt prohibited him from opening his mouth, else he might scream.
“Now,” she said, “that is so you can not interfere with your punishment,” she explained, “I told you to make your cock go limp, but it seems you hard directly disobeyed me. Well, I have ways of making naughty slaves obey.” With that she pulled out a large metal ring with a turn screw on the bottom and slipped it over his balls. She began to tighten it at first slowly and more rapidly as the expression on his faced changed.
“Not a sound out of you or else, I will make it much worse,”she instructed. Next, she produced a set of small clamps, each with turn screws and began applying them along the underside of the length of his cock, twisting each one until it pinched his skin tightly.
“Well,” she said, “that ought to hold you until we get home.I think I’ll take the long way, if, of course you approve.”
He nodded, and she smiled a cruel smile at him.
“You look so cute like that,” she joked, “I love the sight of a helplessly bound man, just wondering what is in store for him next. Just you wait,” she added, “I have all kinds of things in store for you. You will leave me Monday a changed man!”
He barely heard a word she said, it took all of his concentration just to stop from screaming.
Finally he broke, “Please, please take these things off of me, please, I beg of you.” Donna pulled the car off of the road and turned around.
“You don’t listen very well, do you slave? I said, not a word out of you. Do you know what that means?” He nodded. The road was a long stretch of 2 lane highway that ran out to the farm that she owned.
“Well slave, it seems my punishment didn’t make you take me seriously. I’ll have to increase it.”
“No, please, no,” he begged.
“There you go again, its double or nothing, every time you fuck up, it just gets worse, so be a good slave and I won’t have to punish you so much. It is really quite simple. But for now,you have broken the rules two more times. You need to learn discipline.” She began to tighten the clamps on his cock and balls. His cock which was throbbing had turned bright red, and was still hard as a rock.
“Anyway, look how hard you are slave, you must really like this!” She continued tightening each clamp until she began to see tears rolling down his cheeks.
“O.k.,” she said, that is for the first time, now for the second. Donna reached into the bag again and pulled out a set of wires leading to a cigarette lighter connection. There were five wires, four ending in clamps, and the fifth in a 2″ long thin metal tube. She took the four clamps and attached them to his balls and nipples, then she licked the short thin tube and rested it against the tip of his cock. Without warning she slid it in. She looked at him and explained.
“This little box here runs between the car battery and your cock, balls and nipples. We are going to play a little game as punishment.” She started up the car and pulled back onto the road.
“I ask you questions and you tell me the answers. If you are wrong, I push this button and this little box shocks you either on your balls, nipples or cock. I don’t know where either. The more you get wrong, the stronger the voltage grows. The more you get right the weaker the shock. You may speak to answer the questions only. There will be no clarification.”Donna kept watching the road, never looking back at him.
“Question number one, I told you at the bar that I spenttime in a foreign country when I was a kid. Were you listening? What country was it?”
“Belgium?”
“Fry you little prick, Brussels.” Donna pressed the little red button and looked in her rear view mirror. She saw her slave stiffen straight up clinch his teeth and then fall back down into the seat.
“That was an easy one. Let’s try again. Question number two: What year was this car built?”
“2012?”
“Very good slave,” she remarked, “a quick response, however a wrong response.” She laughed. “Shock number two, ready or not! It’s a 2018.” She watched again.
The wire running into his cock this time got the jolt. Hes creamed and twisted and squirmed to try to get free, to no avail. He yanked and jerked to try to get free of the machine. The pain seemed to last forever. Exhausted he collapsed back into his seat. In the thrashing about, he had bitten his tongue which was now bleeding a little.
“Be careful back there for God’s sake. Don’t hurt your self.” She paused, and chuckled
“That’s my job,” she said proudly.
“Question number three: What is the capital of New York?”
“New York!” At last a reprieve he thought!
“Nope, you little shit, Albany.” Again she laughed, “frybaby!”
This time the shock hit his balls again. It was the last thing he remembered. When he woke up again, he found himself completely immobilized in a beautiful brass bed. He was completely bound from head to toe and he could feel a strange sensation about his legs, and waist and balls. In his mouth was a tight fitting gag. He tried to look down to understand his predicament, but was stopped by a thick leather collar that ran from his chin to his collarbone. It was made of thick and inflexible leather and held his head completely motionless.
He could feel his arms were pulled behind his back, but where the straps had put pressure seemed less painful. The pressure now ran the whole length of his arms all the way from his wrists to above his elbows. His fingers were bound to the corresponding fingers on the opposite hand, but he could move them just enough to feel that he was in some sort of glove.
He rolled to his side as best he could and discovered his arms to be bound tightly to his body. He felt a strange sensation about his waist, almost like a tight squeezing, but a general all over feeling of material. His legs seemed to be completely covered in some soft material that fit very snuggly. They too were bound. He could feel straps about every two inches running the length of his legs.
They also seemed to be tied to something inflexible, as he could not bend them even to the slightest angle. He was barely able to move at all other than to shift his weight slightly from side to side. He could no longer tell if the dildo was still uphis ass, there was a painful sensation, but he was unsure if it was the result of the day’s training or something still there.
Donna came in and pulled the curtains open.
“7:00, slave, time for today’s training” she cried out. Donna looked different than when he had met her at the bar. He strained to look at her. She noticed him looking and paraded a bit in front of his helpless eyes.
“I have gagged you to keep you out of trouble. I hope you find your bondage as pleasurable as I do, slave, for you will be bound until I say otherwise. I have a whole list of different positions and training techniques to try out on you.”
As she spoke, Donna paraded in his view. Unlike the conservative, down-to-earth look that she had at the bar, nowDonna was dressed to the hilt. She wore boots with spiked heels made from black leather that ran clear up to her knees. Underneath were black fishnet stocking that attached to a black garter belt.
She wore a g-string to hide her delicious treasure from her slave’s view. Her waist and chest were covered by a tight fitting black corset complete with whalebone reinforcements.
Her figure look sleek and demanding. She also wore a pair of black leather gloves that ran the length of her arm. They were tight fitting as well, almost as if they we remolded to her skin. She had changed her make-up as well, going from soft rosy colored cheeks to black mascara outlines around her eyes and ruby red lipstick on her pouting lips. She also wore her blush streaked back to create a more sinister look. This was certainly not the woman he came home with, but it was clear there was no escape.
She reached down and removed the collar she had put around his neck. He stretched out and looked himself over. As he looked down he hardly recognized himself. His pubic area had be shaven as had his legs. He was dressed in a tight white corset,garters and pink stockings. His toe nails had been painted pink as well. He loved the feel of the soft lingerie against his skin and began to think, “this isn’t so bad.”
Donna reached over and untied his legs from the bar running along the back of his legs.
“Don’t you look pretty,” she commented. “Your first level of training is called petticoat training. You are going to learn how to act like, look like and feel like a little girl. Nod if you understand me.”
Immediately he nodded. She pushed him around until his legshung over the edge of the bed.
“The first thing any young lady must do is learn to walk in high heels,” she explained. She brought in a a pair of pink shiny shoes with 6″ stiletto heels and loosened the straps on the bottom half of his legs.
“Now, get your self up, and be careful not to fall. If you rip your stockings there will be hell to pay! Take little tiny steps and walk over to me.” Donna again produced a stopwatch and began to time him.
“Five and a half minutes! That is totally unacceptable behavior, young lady! Let’s try to speed it up!” Donna moved across the room and ordered her slave to come again. This time he cut it down to four minutes. Donna was still not pleased.
“Little girl, you have a habit of being late, I think you need a lesson. When little girls are naughty, they get spanked. You deserve a special swatting, since you have been such naughty little lady.”
Donna grabbed him and bent him over her knee, she reached down and grabbed a paddle on the floor next to her. It was a wide paddle made of hardwood and covered in leather.
“This is going to hurt you, more than its going to hurt me,”she laughed. “Let’s see, you were 2 and half minutes late at the bar and five and a half minutes late here. Let’s see that is 7and a half minutes or hmm….450 seconds. I am going to be generous, since you don’t seem to know much better and give you 1spanking for each 10 second. That’s forty five in total. That oughta blister you ass. Next time though its a swat per second! I am being nice!”
With that she let his ass have it, hitting him with all of her force 45 times square on the ass. By the end it was red and swollen.
“Nasty little bitch, that oughta hold you.”
He looked down and to his amazement, even with his ass burning he had managed to maintain a hard on. He looked up atDonna with wide eyes pleading for relief from his painful erection. She reached down and began softly stoking his massive cock. Just as he was about to come she stopped and took a spare stocking and tied it tightly around his cock and balls.
“That ought to hold you for a while. In fact if you come now, it will be one of the most painful experiences of your life.” With that she reached down and gently rubbed his cock,flicking it with her tongue and blowing on to gently. She felt this body spasm and his stomach contract, but to his amazement,nothing came out. Then it hit, a rush of pain.
Starting in his cock and running through his balls and into his stomach. His midsection cramped up and he twisted and tried to free his bound cock from its binding. All efforts were futile, he writhed in pain and agony for fifteen minutes until Donna untied his cock and his come dribbled out slowly.
“Well, I see my little slave girl has experiences puberty,”Donna explained. “Well, then as you grow up, there are certain things you need to learn about. The first is make up. You have such a pretty face, so we will use it to highlight you best features.” Donna had taken the liberty of shaving him while he was passed out and began by instructing him to pucker his lips as best he could around the gag in his mouth. She applied his makeup careful and topped it off with a wig.
“Well,” she commented, “don’t you look pretty. The next thing you need to know about is jewelry. You will look so pretty in nice jewelry.”
Donna reached down and began rubbing his chest, eventually pinching and poking his nipples. “There we go,nice and hard,” she commented, “little girls wear clip-on rings,but one you hit puberty you really need to get pierced.”
With that she produced 2 large hoop earnings and slowly began to push the thin wire end through his nipple. She would slowly ease it farther and farther and as he reacted by twisting she would stop and ask if it bothered him. She would pretend that it didn’t and would continue even more slowly then before. By the time he was fully pierced in each nipple a half-hour had passed.
The experience had made his once rock hard cock shrink. Taking notice of this Donna tied a string to each nipple ring. The ends of the strings went around behind his back and up through his legs and were tied around to the tip of his cock,making the strings taught. If he got hard the pull on his nipple rings would be unbearable.
Donna led him to the bed again and explained that she had better things to do than play with her little slave girl right now. She blindfolded him again and retied his ankles as he sat on the bed.
“I’ll be back in an hour or two” she told him, “then we can get started. He lied motionless, trying not to arouse his limp-cock. The sensations in his nipples was unbearable. He waited for what seemed like an eternity.
“Here, slave, drink this.”
“Yes, Mistress Donna,” I said as she held the bottle to my lips. I tilted my head back and quickly gulped down the beer she held to my lips.It was the third on in as many hours. I would have drank them myself,but I was sitting in a chair with my arms and legs bound to it.
I could barely move, much less get to the refrigerator to get a drink. Every hour on the hour, Mistress Donna held a bottle of beer to my lips, I was to drink it as quickly as I could. Then she would leave and sit and watch TV or read or do whatever she wished. I was beginning to get as light buzz, but what was bothering me more was the need to go to the bathroom. She returned in about twenty minutes and got another beer.
“Time to pick up the pace, slave. You can handle three an hour,”she explained. I simply nodded and obeyed drinking each beer. My bladder was beginning to feel as if it would burst. I told her I needed to go,but my explanation was cut short with a slap across the face.
“Who gave you permission to speak, slave?” she asked.
“But, I . . . ” SLAP! My answer was cut short and I begin to drink the beer she held to my lips. I could barely hold another drop of anything and she knew it. Donna was also a nurse and she explained to me that beer was also a diuretic and that it would make me feel like I had to piss very badly. She also told me that I was not to pee until 10:00 p.m.I looked at the clock, it was just past 4:00. I knew better than to protest.
Mistress Donna untied me from the chair and rebound my hands behind my back and tied them tightly at the elbows. She also hobbled my ankles with a short rope. I could walk, but not very quickly.
She ordered me to spread my legs and then she blindfolded me. With my legs spread there was about a foot between my knees. I felt something cloth like run up along my thighs. The next thing I knew I felt a piece of cloth surrounding my groin and hips. She removed the blindfold and I looked down to see that she had put me in a pair of diapers.
“Now, if you have and accident, we are prepared,” she told me. “But,I would advise against that!”
She told me to follow her up to the bathroom. I followed a few steps behind. She told me that she had to pee and wanted me to watch how nicest felt. She sat down and the sound of her pee made me want to release right there. She told me to kneel and I was to lick her clean after she was done.I obeyed. She then reached over and turned both the shower and faucet on so I could hear the sound of running water.
I was just about to go nuts! I had to tense every muscle in my stomach and groin to keep the flood back. She turned them off and began to draw herself a bath. I was instructed to test the temperature for her by sticking my arms in. The sensation of warm water made me feel like I was going to explode. Before she got in, she pulled out a basin from under the sink and filled it with warm water.
“I want you to keep your hands in this basin until I am finished,” she ordered. The sensation was getting to be too intense I knew I couldn’t holdout. Somehow I managed. After she was done bathing she ordered me to lie on my back.
She needed to sit down for a moment. After she dried off,she grabbed a bottle of nail polish and sat down on my stomach. She adjusted herself until he was exerting a tremendous force on my bladder. She told me she would be there until she was done painting her toe nails.
I watched as she painstakingly painted each one. When she was done, I exhaled a deep breath and thought she would get up. She informed me that she had to wait for them to dry before she could move around. With my defenses down the pressure became too much and my bladder released.
She looked down and had to hold back from laughing at me. She told me that I had directly disobeyed, and that now she could no longer trust me to control myself. My punishment was that I was to wear a diaper 24 hours a day for a month. On top of that I was no longer allowed to use the toilet.
When I had to pee, I was to use the diaper and then hand wash it under her supervision. Of course, she had me model my diapers in front of her friends and occasionally they would add that disobedient little men get spanked and I would be pulled across their laps for a good slapping.
All and all, I got use to the diapers after about a week, wearing them to work and to classes. My Mistress enjoys me in my diapers and that is all the satisfaction I need. In one more week, in fact, I get to start using the toilet again . . ..
Diaper Man: Topping From The Bottom
I was introduced to Diaper Man while working at a dungeon. At the time, I was the new girl lurking the dark hallways and the other mistresses took full advantage of my naivete. I wanted to learn everything about being a mistress: the vernacular, the equipment, props, gear, and the techniques. I was eager to please and I often assisted the mistresses in their sessions for free just to learn the trade. I was not allowed to do any BDSM sessions for quite some time. I had to prove that I had earned my mistress wings.
But one day . . . Mistress Lola sat me down and told me that I was ready for my first customer. I was so happy. I could barely contain my excitement. Mistress Lola gave me the details about the customer and what he liked. She called him Diaper Man and told me that he had been coming in for about eight years. She told me that his fantasies have changed over the years and that his interests included equestrianism, boot worship, rubber, latex and that he was presently into infantilism, that is, with a twist. My brow raised.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Well, first of all you will need to buy thigh high PVC boots,” she explained. “He will not see anyone who doesn’t own a pair. You will also have to wear a PVC outfit. He likes how it sounds.”
I must have looked concerned because the mistress added, “Don’t worry, his shows are really easy. You just walk in and he’ll be on all fours. He usually wears a black hood with just some PVC bottoms. I usually let him lick my boots for a little bit, then I collar him, put him on a leash and walk him down the hall back and forth a couple of times before returning to the dungeon. When we get back, I take a diaper out of his diaper bag. He takes off his bottoms and lays down. Now, you have to be careful not to touch his cock . . . that’s illegal. Be careful about moving the diaper over his cock, too. He really pushes the legal boundaries.
He will probably try to get you to sprinkle powder. Don’t go for it. You can get in trouble for that. After he has a diaper, he’ll want you to put his rubber pants on next. They’re adult-sized . . . I think he buys them off the Internet. They snap all the way down on each side so it may take some time getting them on. Just try not to touch him too much.
You can offer him a bottle, although he doesn’t seem to be into that as much anymore. Once his diaper is on, you can spank him a little with the riding crop. Make sure he has the diaper on first and don’t hit him too hard ’cause he doesn’t really like pain. He just likes the sound it makes.
And during the show, he likes it if you play with your outfit a little. He likes the sound of the PVC. Now the show cost $90.00 for 30 minutes so try to fit in as much as possible. He might try to squeeze another diaper change, but only do it if you have time.”
My head started swimming as I thought about all the things he liked and what he wanted to fit into the 30 minutes. He seemed a little complicated. I mean, I wasn’t familiar with someone having so many different fetishes at the same time and trying to touch on all of them during one show seemed challenging.
“No problem,” I said, smiling.
I could sense the mistress was trying not to bust out laughing. I felt a bit set up. I knew I didn’t have the boots, but I figured I would go ahead and invest in a pair as I was certain I would be doing this work for a while and that the money I would be making would more than cover the investment.
“So if you want to do it, I’ll set up the appointment. He usually comes in Thursday nights, is that O.K. with you?”
“Sure,” I said.
It was Friday and I figured that would give me plenty of time to buy the boots, a new hot outfit, and to practice my routine. The weekend came and I stopped by Metro to pick up a pair of tall shiny black boots. I perused the racks looking for something sexy to wear. The choices were overwhelming. I settled on an extra short skirt and matching top. I hurried home to try on my new outfit, which I modeled around the apartment for my boyfriend.
I spent the following days at the dungeon looking over all the implements and going over the show in my mind’s eye. Wednesday night rolled around. It was dead and we were watching movies in the living room off the dressing room. The phone rang, which we have to answer.
I was working with Mistress Lola and she quickly answered the phone. She always answers the phone first even though the rules say that each girl gets a turn. I could really give a fuck, though. I always thought it was creepy talking about myself in third person, which is what we do so the guys think we’re a clerk and not the mistress/model. This is suppose to prevent callers from harassing us.
“Good evening,” she said in a sticky sweet voice. “Oh, sure she’s here. Just a minute.” She put a hand over the receiver and whispered, “It’s Diaper Man. He wants to talk to you about tomorrow.” Oh fuck, I thought to myself. What does he want to know?
I took the phone from her hand. “Hi, this is Bridget.”
“Hi Mistress Bridget, this is Apollo. I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“I was wondering what size you are?”
“Size? Ah . . . small, I guess.”
“Small . . . O.K. I was just asking because I was going to bring you a pair of rubber pants.”
[Note: In this instance, rubber pants are diaper covers.]
“Rubber pants?”
“Yeah, I get a pair for all the girls.”
“Oh, really.”
“Yeah, they’re really cool. They come in clear, black, blue, and hot pink. What color do you want?”
“Ah . . . hmmm . . . how about blue?”
“Cool, that’s the same color as mine. We can match.”
“Well, Apollo, it has been a pleasure meeting you, but a customer just came in and I have to go. I look forward to our show tomorrow night.”
“Yeah, me too. They told you what I like?”
“Yeah, they told me all about it.”
“Cool. Can’t wait. I’ll be there at 9:00.”
“See you then.”
“Goodbye, Mistress Bridget.”
I hang up the phone. What the fuck? No one told me about the rubber pants. What kind of mistress wears those? So I asked Mistress Lola: “What’s up with the rubber pants? Did he buy you a pair?”
“Hell no. I mean . . . he tried, but I refused to wear them. I don’t really do shows for him anymore, but Mistress De Sade does and I think he bought her a pair.”
At this point, there was no doubt that I was being set up. Mistress Lola was loving every minute of it like some agro senior picking on some gullible freshman. However, I was still going through with the show, thinking it would be an interesting experience, to say the least.
So Thursday evening finally came around and I started getting ready since I knew what time he was coming in. On went the black panties, black bra, black PVC skirt and top, black fishnet stockings, and black thigh high boots. I put on my black wig–chin length with short blunt bangs. I made my face up real good–dark brows, black liner, and bright red lips.
When I was satisfied with my appearance, I grabbed the house CD (Mezzanine, Massive Attack) and made my way down the dark corridor to the dungeon. I flipped on the light and checked to make sure everything was clean and in order. I put the CD in the player and left the room. I went back and sat in the living room and watched Donnie Darko, waiting for Diaper Man’s arrival.
It was about ten minutes before nine when Diaper Man arrived. It had been totally dead and the sound of the beep beep of the front door took me by surprise. I was working with Mistress Lola again and it was her turn to go out and greet the customer. She squinted at the monitor, trying to make out the figure.
“I think that might be Diaper Man. I’ll go see.”
She walked out of the room and a couple seconds later I saw her on the monitor. I got real close and tried to hear what they were saying. I couldn’t really make anything out, but the way they were interacting, it seemed like they knew each other. He looked like a normal guy–average height and weight and he was dressed in business casual like he had just gotten off of work. He was carrying a duffle bag in one hand. He sat down in a chair and Mistress Lola left the room.
“He’s here,” said Mistress Lola as she walked back into the room. “He’s all yours.”
I suddenly felt like I was getting a touch of stage fright. This was all new to me and I worried that I would end up making a fool out of myself. But then again, he was the one wearing the diaper, right? So I got up to greet him.
“Good luck,” said Mistress Lola, smiling.
“Thanks.”
I walked out to the lobby. Diaper Man stood up.
“Hi Mistress Bridget, I’m Apollo.”
“Hi, nice to meet you.”
I went behind the desk to get the paperwork and the money part taken care of.
“Follow me,” I said, opening the door to the corridor.
We walked in silence down the long dark hallway. I opened the door to the dungeon and told him I would be right back.
“Wait, I have something for you,” he said, going through his bag. He took out a diaper bag and handed it to me. “This is for you,” he said, smiling.
“Thanks.”
I took the bag and closed the door so he could get ready. While I was waiting I looked through the diaper bag. There were adult-sized diapers, powder, rubber pants, and a bottle. My . . . how interesting.
A couple minutes later I knocked on the door.
“Yes, Mistress Bridget. I’m ready.”
I opened the door to find Diaper Man on all fours atop a towel in the middle of the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of black PVC booty shorts and a PVC hood, behind which his eyes peered eerily up at me.
“Good evening, Mistress Bridget,” he said, lowering his eyes.
His voice sounded different now. Much softer, almost weak. He definitely was in his submissive role now.
I walked over to the CD player and pushed play. The song “Angel” filled the dungeon air.
“Good evening. Were you a good boy today?” I asked, picking up a thick leather collar and a leash.
“I was good, Mistress Bridget.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Maybe I’ll be nice to you today.”
I bent over and put the collar around his neck and clasped the leash on the silver hoop.
“Since you were such a good boy today, I’m going to take you for a walk.”
“Thank you, Mistress Bridget.”
I grabbed the riding crop and out the door we went for a nice stroll down the long dark corridor. Diaper Man walked on his hands and knees, while I led him on the leash. I walked in front of him as I was the mistress, but I sensed he wanted to be spanked as he was naughty and tried to walk ahead. Of course he received a couple whips from the crop, but I remembered what Mistress Lola told me about him not wanting to be hit too hard so I made sure he would just feel a nice sting.
After a couple trips back and forth down the corridor, we went back to the dungeon. Since I felt he was mostly well behaved in the corridor, I rewarded him by allowing him to lick my boots a little. I’m not sure why it didn’t occur to me earlier, but the sight of his tongue lovingly worshipping my boots, made me realize that I was going to have to clean these somehow. My mind wandered a little and I started thinking about antibacterial gel and wipes and if these would do the trick. His saliva gave my new shiny boots a dull glaze.
He then went to work on my heel, taking it deep into his throat, like he was sucking the most magnificent cock. I was repulsed thinking he didn’t know where these boots had been.
For all he knew, I could have been walking up and down First Avenue in these babies, prancing through puke, piss, and dog shit for that matter. Fortunately for his health, however, they had never hit the pavement. After he had licked both boots up and down and sucked the heals clean, I told him that was enough.
“Yes, Mistress Bridget. Thank you.”
I took the collar and leash off of Diaper Man and told him to walk back to his towel on his hands and knees. He did exactly what I asked. He sat there waiting like a golden retriever waits for his master to throw a ball. My mind raced a little and I tried to remember what came next. Before I could say anything, Diaper Man pointed to the diaper bag.
“You want to wear a diaper now?” I asked.
He nodded. It was obvious by his response that he was now in baby mode and couldn’t talk.
I walked over to his diaper bag and took out one adult-sized diaper while Diaper Man pulled his PVC bottoms off. He laid down on his back totally nude (except for his hood) and eagerly waited for me. I unfolded the giant diaper and paused, wondering how I was going to put this thing on without touching him.
“Lift your hips,” I demanded.
Diaper Man lifted his hips off the ground and I slid the diaper underneath. He lowered his bottom down onto the diaper. I stared down at his placid adult-sized penis, thinking how strange and wonderful my job was. I pulled out the sticky tabs and secured each side of the diaper, trying my best to avoid the thick curly black hair covering his thighs and hips . . . and everywhere for that matter.
“He pointed again at the diaper bag and kinda made a grunting sound.”
“You want to wear your rubber pants?”
He nodded.
I took out the huge shiny blue, jewel tone rubber pants out of the diaper bag.
“Lift your hips up again, sweetie.”
I was in mother mode now–not mistress. I wasn’t sure how this whole thing worked as I was learning, but at this point I just thought, fuck it.
He lifted his hips and I slid the rubber pants under. He came down, and I started snapping . . . and snapping. When I was all done he crawled over to his duffle bag and took out a plastic bag and tossed it over to me. I opened it up and found another pair of shiny blue rubber pants . . . except smaller.
“For me?”
He nodded, smiling.
“You want me to wear these?”
He crawled back to his duffle bag and took something else out. He crawled over to me and laid out $60.00 and then sat back down on his towel. At this point it appeared that the scene was now changing and he wanted me to be his playmate. I looked at the $60.00 and I looked at the rubber pants. I took off my skirt and put the rubber pants on over my underwear and kneeled down in front of him.
He bobbed up and down with excitement, clapping his hands.
He then settled down and started rubbing himself through his rubber pants. He looked at me and began moaning . . . not like an adult male, but like an adult male trying to sound like a baby moaning, which was quite disturbing, to say the least. Needless to say, I went along with his fantasy and started rubbing myself through my rubber pants and rubbing my PVC top as he liked the sound.
I could tell he was getting really excited because the whites of his eyes suddenly got really big, which stood out against the stark black color of his hood, which he was still wearing even though he was a baby now. Hmmmm . . . dunno? The fifth song “Exchange” now played in the background and I sensed that he knew his time was running out.
One hand now disappeared beneath the rubber pants and I’m sure the diaper, too. His arm jerked wildly as his badly simulated baby moan began to crescendo. His body relaxed and all was silent. The Diaper Man had come . . . in his diaper.
The timer went off, signaling the end of the show. I stood up and turned it off. I took the rubber pants off and handed them to him.
“No, those are for you . . . for next time,” he said, smiling.
“Oh, thanks,” I said, smiling back.
I put my skirt back on, picked up the $60.00, and headed towards the door.
“I’ll be right back with a hot cloth,” I said, walking out the door.
I went to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth out of the closet, and ran it under the hot water. I went back to the dungeon and tossed him the cloth.
“I’ll let you get ready. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes to walk you out.”
“Thanks,” he said. His voice and demeanor returning to normal.
A couple minutes later I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” he said.
I opened the door to find Diaper Man fully dressed with duffle bag in hand.
“I put the rubber pants in the diaper bag for you,” he said, pointing to the floor.
“Oh, thanks.”
We engaged in some small talk as we walked together down the corridor and into the lobby .
“Thanks for the show. You did a good job.”
“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Maybe next time you could wear a diaper, too?”
I didn’t respond . . . just smiled.
“Have a good evening, Apollo.”
“You too, Mistress Bridget.”
The End 😉
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