The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2
I was back in my silly maid’s dress (that didn’t turn me on) along with my five inch heels. And I was out in my workshop with that stupid board again. I had to figure out the best way to support the baby bottle so it wouldn’t fall. Since I had plenty of the original length of the board as scrap lumber, I cut off about an eight inch length of it. Using two screws, I attached the new piece to the back of the board temporarily. Then I drilled a pilot hole though the new board with a drill bit, trying my best to get the angle the same. I removed the screws and used my hole-saw to make a hole just slightly larger than the diameter of that bottle. Then, using both glue and four screws, I reattached that new piece of wood to the back of the board.
I held the board up and stuck the bottle through from the back. It went in as far as it could before the smaller hole in front stopped it. The nipple of course just cleared the front of the board, but the rest of the bottle was fully supported now by the block of wood I had attached to the back. Ten minutes later, I was rehanging the board back in the corner of my bedroom.
Joanna and Ashley came in briefly to see that the bottle worked. “Very nice Michael,” Joanna told me. “But I don’t have time for this now, I’ve got to get back to making lunch.”
“Momma,” Ashley said before Joanna could leave, “I can sit here and watch him drinking from it?”
Joanna smiled. “If you like dear,” she said. “That’s totally up to you.”
Ugh! I had to fill that damn baby bottle with water myself, load it into the back of the board, and stand there and suck on the thing – with my hands holding the rope behind my back. The height wasn’t adjusted right, but it was close enough that if I dipped my knees a little it worked just fine. Too fine in fact. I stood there with no hands while Ashley giggled…and of course took more pictures of me. For me, it was total humiliation, and worse, it was something I had to build myself – to humiliate myself!
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I expected that right after lunch I would have to try out that newly modified board – in a sexual way, but it didn’t happen. After cleaning up from lunch, Joanna asked me if I would quickly wash up a few of her clothes, and then I was ignored while the two of them watched TV. My mind was nowhere near watching anything on TV. All my mind wanted to think about was getting out of that chastity device again, even it if meant having to fuck that dumb piece of wood.
It wasn’t until their movie ended three hours later that Joanna finally said, “Okay Mike, it’s time. Let’s try this before it gets much later. Into your room and get that diaper off.”
Yes! I hurried to my room, but my mind was mostly occupied with why I should want to do this that badly. Why? They would be making me hump a board. A dumb piece of wood, with a hole in it. Oh, and now a baby bottle in it too. A dumb piece of wood that Joanna had “claimed” last week was the only thing I was going to be allowed to make love to anymore. And I remembered that through Joanna’s entire visit this week that she hadn’t allowed me out of my chastity device to do anything unless it was with that dumb piece of wood. Was she intent on making good on that threat, or was that just coincidence? I was really hoping for just coincidence. Trust me!
Ashley came into the room with one of my now two baby bottles filled with water. While I was still trying to get out of my diaper, she dropped the bottle into the hole in the board and it easily slid into place.
Joanna came in and closely examined the board with the bottle now in it. “Do we need to readjust the height of this thing?” she asked me.
I pulled my pacifier plug. “Yeah,” I replied. “It’s a bit too low.”
She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Get yourself into place, but don’t start drinking yet. I’ll get the rope.”
I dropped my pacifier on the dresser, stood in front of that board, and put my mouth on the nipple but I didn’t suck.
“Stick your penis through the hole Mike.” Joanna ordered.
I pulled my mouth from the board, grabbed my still semi-flaccid penis and stuck it into the board. Then I put my mouth back over that bottle nipple. A moment later, I felt the board moving up a little. When the hole felt about the right height, I quickly said, “That’s it!” The board stopped moving, and I started to pull away from it, when I suddenly felt it going up just a tiny bit more before it stopped again. “It’s too high now,” I told Joanna.
“I know,” Joanna replied. “That’s where I want it. I’m afraid you’re going to have to work a little harder for it now.”
Not exactly words of comfort, believe me!
“Okay Mike,” Joanna said. “Fix your hands behind your back and start making sweet, sweet love to your piece of wood.”
Why did she have to make it sound so perverted and disgusting? But I put my hands thorough that loop of rope, pulled it tight which pulled my wrists together, and then held onto the end of that rope to keep it there with my hands. I approached the board and put my mouth on that nipple to suck on it, but it was just a bit higher than it was before. Even in those five inch heels I had to stretch my neck a bit to get my mouth over it. I sucked on the bottle, while I started grinding my pelvis around so my penis could feel where that hole was.
“Drink it Mike!” Joanna ordered. “Whatever you do, don’t stop sucking on that bottle and drinking. I want to see you drinking and swallowing the entire time you stand there.
I went from stretching my neck, to standing on my toes, to whatever I could do to find that damn hole. But finding it was suddenly far more difficult than it ever was before. If I had to keep drinking from the bottle, then my mind had something more to occupy itself with than just my sexual problem down below. I continually drank from the bottle, but it seemed like forever before I managed to slide my penis into that hole. The relief was almost overwhelming as I started moving it in and out. But of course, in doing that, the board tried to move with me. And since the board was a tiny bit higher, it was pressing harder against the bottom of my penis, making it move more than usual. Because of that, the impossible task was a whole lot more impossible.
“Okay Mike,” Joanna said as soon as I started trying to figure out how to get my sexual pleasure the way things were now. “This is how it’s going to work. From now on, when you make love to that stupid piece of wood, you’re going to have to keep drinking constantly. But the moment that bottle runs dry, you pull yourself out of that board completely. The very moment you’ve got nothing left in your bottle, is the moment your time limit is up and you get out of there. If you don’t get the job done by then, then that it! It’s over. You’ll have to wait until next time and hope you manage it then.”
I was shocked! I heard Ashley outright laughing. I stopped drinking and stopped trying to pleasure myself as I took that in.
“You’re not allowed to stop drinking!” Joanna yelled right in my ear.
I started sucking on the bottle again, but my mind was too shocked by what Joanna had just told me to even think about going back to trying to get some pleasure again.
Her voice came again, but this time it was more of an evil purr. “You’re not fucking your board Mike? What’s wrong, don’t you find it sexy enough? You always did before? Fucking a dumb piece of wood. It’s really all you’re good for. It’s really all you deserve!”
Her words had me more sexually interested in no time. Why? I haven’t a clue, but the humiliation of only being able to fuck nothing but a hole in a dumb piece of wood somehow totally turned me on. And the problem was, after being stuck in that chastity device for so long, I really did want it. I sucked on the bottle and did my best to fuck that hole in the board – at the same time. And trust me, doing both, just barely having to get on my toes, without the use of my hands, wasn’t easy at all!
And then something horrible happened! The bottle ran dry. Joanna noticed it immediately. “That’s it Mike. Times up! Get away from that board.”
It was like the most horrible thing ever. I had just been really getting into it, despite the difficulty and despite having to chase that board around more than usual – while on my toes. I guess I had been that desperate. But now…now I had to stop. And I just knew it would be another week before I had another chance. “Please…” I begged. “Please let me try again.”
“No Mike,” Joanna replied while Ashley laughed from the bed. “That’s it! That’s all you get.” She turned to her daughter who was sitting on the bed. “Ashley dear, get up. We’ve got to get him cleaned up now.”
Ashley laughed, but she was looking at me, or rather my raging hard-on. “Good luck getting him back into that device with him like that.”
Joanna looked at me for a moment. “Don’t worry dear, we’ll manage.”
Once again she had uttered words I didn’t want to hear.
“Get that same diaper you had on and lay it out on the bed Mike,” she told me. “I’ll be back in a minute.
I did that while Ashley giggled from where she was leaning against the wall. Joanna came in with a wash cloth and had me lay on top of that diaper while she quickly cleaned me up. All too quickly! I desperately wanted her to linger on a certain part of me, but I think she cleaned that part of me the quickest. And that washcloth was cold. By the time she was done, I was already much smaller than I had been. Joanna disappeared with the washcloth, and was gone for a surprisingly long time before she came back with it again. She put the washcloth up against my still flagging penis, and I immediately noticed how cold that washcloth was. Ice! She had put ice inside of it. She held it against me as I shrunk smaller and smaller, then she set it on top of my penis and grabbed the baby lotion. All too quickly, I was heavily lotioned, powdered, and locked back up again. It was so disappointing.
“Can I have the keys this time Momma?” Ashley asked once the lock had clicked shut.
“No dear,” Joanna said as she smiled evilly at me. “I’ll keep them. But this week, I’d like you to make sure he does something special for me.”
“What’s that Mom?”
“I want you to make sure he spends at least half an hour every day looking at all that porn he used to look at on his computer.”
I know my mouth dropped open. I hadn’t looked at any of that stuff since this whole thing started. I didn’t need that kind of stimulation. I had enough of it that I lived with every day. And now she wanted me looking at it again? Every day? While I was locked and denied? It was…unthinkable. It was… cruel. And I could already feel my damn locked up cock trying to get hard inside that miserable chastity device again.
Joanna grabbed my pacifier and stuck it into my wide open mouth. My mind was reeling as I contemplated what was ahead of me. I had been more than horny enough before Joanna had gotten here this week. What was it going to be like all next week? How was I going to be able to look at all that stuff, with my penis locked up where I couldn’t get any kind of pleasure at all? I wasn’t looking forward to that at all.
A short while later, I was once again dressed in my usual humiliating outfit. Half an hour after that, I had to carry Joanna’s suitcase out to the car for her. My mind was still so worried about being locked and denied…while being fed all the stuff that had always turned me on so much, that I barley registered being dressed the way I was where my neighbors might see.
And then she was gone…for another week. For some reason, my heart fell. Disappointed, I walked back into the house. I had no doubt at all that by the time she came back next week that I would be going absolutely crazy with need. I already couldn’t wait for next week.
I stopped dead in my tracks. What was I thinking? My mother was coming next week. Everything in the house that had anything at all to do with embarrassing humiliation things would have to be gone! The agreement would have to be temporarily ended. If Joanna didn’t unlock me before my mother got there, then I was going to have to go yet another week without relief. That would be two weeks! Thank God Joanna had let me fuck that board last night and I had managed to cum. With the way my system was used to constant relief, I didn’t even want to think how bad things would be after that much time.
I walked back into the house, and was immediately attacked by Ashley. “Why are you wearing that silly maid’s dress?”
Oh how I hated that girl. I pulled the pacifier from my mouth. “Because I’m a big sissy and I want everyone to know it,” I said just before I dropped a curtsey.
“And why are you wearing a big fat diaper?” she asked.
I didn’t roll my eyes, but I considered it. “Because I’m a big sissy and I want everyone to know it,” I said again, before curtseying again.
“No!” she said. “It’s because you’re a big baby and you want everyone to know it. Now why are you wearing that big fat diaper?”
Uh-oh. Ashley was changing the game again. “Because I’m a big baby and I want everyone to know it,” I replied. Then I hesitated. Did I have to curtsey?
“Well?” Ashley prompted, obviously waiting for me to curtsey. I dropped into the curtsey, but as soon as I got my leg all the way back as far as she wanted it, she said, “Stop! Just like that!”
I halted immediately and looked up at her. Now what would she want?
“Now stay there and try to wet yourself!” she ordered.
Obviously the look of surprise on my face registered with her. “From now on, you’re going to try to wet yourself every time you curtsey. So just stay there for a few minutes and try. You can come up again as soon as you manage to pee.”
Shock, upon shock! Outrageous! I tried, and somehow actually managed to pee a little. I think the surprised showed on my face.
“Did you do it?” she asked.
“Then you can get up when you’re done.”
I gratefully stood.
“Now,” she said, “Why do you suck on a pacifier all the time?”
Ashley kept me practicing that for a long time. Every time I curtseyed, she made me stay in that position for a short while to give me a chance to try to wet myself again. Of course I couldn’t, but she wanted me to try…which I didn’t do either. But she couldn’t know that. I had to do it over and over again, and then later she would hit me with one of her dumb questions every time she saw me.
“Faster!” she started ordering. “I don’t want there to be any delay after you get asked the question. You know what the answer has to be. You’re either a big sissy, or a big baby, and then you curtsey and wet yourself. So there’s no reason for any delay. Now get used to it. “Why do you wear women’s heels?”
I did my very best to be faster about answering. Again she made me go through it a number of times before she let me stop. She wasn’t even allowing me time to think…except while I was stuck in that curtsey position where I had no intention of wetting myself again. And to make matters worse, she even kept me practicing while she went into her computer, logged into her hospital account, and finally put in her work schedule request for the week after next. And trust me, just then I couldn’t wait until she left to go to work. At least then she would be gone for three days out of the week.
Before bed, I once again had to stand in front of that miserable board in my room. This time I wasn’t wearing my maid’s dress. This time I wasn’t wearing my heels. I was still stuck in that same damn diaper, but the only other thing I was wearing was my pink nightgown. Ashley sat on the bed and watched while I did my best to drink an entire baby bottle of water that way. Without the five inch heels, I had to stand as high on my toes as I possibly could just to reach the bottle, and even then I almost couldn’t. My feet were killing me by the time I finished.
When I was done, Ashley had me get into bed and handed me the second bottle to drink. Once again it would be two baby bottles before bed. I had no doubt that the increase in liquid while I was trying to sleep was going to result in me waking up more at night to pee into my diaper. I really hoped that it wasn’t going to be a continuing nightly ritual for me. Fortunately, peeing at night, was almost as easy as peeing during the day. I barely woke up anymore. Just another humiliating thing in my already overly humiliated life.
I fell asleep thinking about Joanna and whatever humiliations she would put me through next week. I woke up suddenly though when I remembered that my mother would be coming next week. What was going to happen then? Joanna said not to worry, she would handle everything. But I was worried. Very worried. Maybe I really should end this agreement completely.
But the allure…. The danger… The drug-like pull…. The thrill!