Friday, May 18, 2018

Mister Mike - Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2


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.
     Huh? 
     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.
     I nodded. 
      “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?”
     Oh shit! 
     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!




Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Mister Mike - Chapter 25 – Part 1 of 2


The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer


Chapter 25 – Part 1 of 2

     Every time I woke up to pee in the middle of the night, I was very aware of Joanna’s body still pressed against mine.  I was worried about moving too much and waking her.  Fortunately, despite being away from the diapers for a few days, I had been wearing them to bed for so long now that peeing in them was an easy thing to do, no matter how I was laying.  I tried my best to move as little as possible all night so as not to disturb her.  Of course, I felt every little move her body made as well.  The result was that I slept, but not very well. 
     If she was laying there with me all night like that, would tomorrow night mean that she would make love to me again – normally?  But tomorrow night was Saturday night, and she went home every Saturday evening so she could get to work on Sunday, so I knew from the start that it was a lost cause.  
     I woke up Saturday morning to the feel of her hand pressing against my overly bloated diaper.  She saw me open my eyes and look at her.  She pressed and rubbed harder. 
      “It feels pretty thick,” she said.  “Warm too.”  She pressed hard again then rubbed her hand up and down over the top of it.  “Does that feel good Mike?” she asked.  “Would you like to make love again?”
     I nodded.  “Oh yeah!”
     She rolled over and put her lips on mine and kissed me hard.  Then she rolled off of me and slapped her hand down hard on top of my diaper.  “Tough!” she said with a small laugh.  “Now get up and get dressed.  I’ll start breakfast.”
     Just that fast she had dashed all hope away from me.  As she was heading out of the room, she noticed my unfinished baby bottle from the night before.  She picked it up.  “I think you better finish this before Ashley sees that you didn’t.”  With that she left. 
     The damn baby bottle.  There was still about a third of it left to go.  With a sigh, I gave up getting dressed and grabbed the bottle instead.  I laid back on the bed and put it to my lips.  The cool water made me feel like I had to pee again, so I did.  There was no use holding it back.  It had to come out sometime, even though I was fairly sure I wouldn’t be getting out of the diaper I was wearing anytime soon.  It was the weekend.  Unless Joanna let me take it off, it was usually up to Ashley to give me permission to change it, and Ashley was just plain mean!

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      “Mike,” Joanna said, once she saw I had finished cleaning the kitchen after breakfast.  “Can you come look at something with me?”
     Curious, I followed her all the way back to my bedroom.  Ashley, hearing her mother’s request, followed after us.  Joanna was standing over by my board.  Was she going to let me loose again already?  Hooray!  Oddly though, she had my baby bottle in her hand.  And the stranger part was that the bottle was empty.
     While Ashley settled herself on my bed, Joanna grabbed the board and swung it around.  “Mike,” she said as she looked at the nipple glued to the board.  “I had an idea last night and I want to know if you can do it.”
     I was suddenly a bit nervous.  “What?” I asked, removing my pacifier for a few moments.
     She looked at me then back at the board and pointed at the nipple.  “Can you get that pacifier off of there, and then drill some kind of hole so that we can put this baby bottle through it instead?  But I think we’re going to need the bottle to be kept at a pretty good angle so you can drink from it.”
     As my mind went crazy trying to fathom that, I heard Ashley laughing. 
      “Um…getting the pacifier off should be no problem,” I told her.  “And I’m sure I can drill a big enough hole at an angle of some kind.  I guess if I make the hole just big enough for the top of the bottle, then the rest of it will keep it from falling all the way through.”
     Joanna smiled.  “That’s kind of what I was thinking.  Can you do it?”
      “Um…sure,” I replied.  “The only thing I’m worried about is if the rest of the bottle will stay there. 
      “Try it,” she told me. 
     I unfastened the board from where it was tied to the wall and let it gently down to the floor.  I removed the rope completely and carried the board, along with that stupid baby bottle, all the way out to my shop.  The weather was cold and damp, and that silly maid’s dress I was wearing certainly didn’t offer much protection from the cold.  My overly bloated and thick diaper that I had been wearing since last night offered plenty of protection, just not to very much of my body.  I was more than glad to get inside my shop – especially dressed the way I was.  My neighbors all knew about me now, but that didn’t mean I wanted any of them to see me.
     As I started to work, I considered removing my pacifier for a while, but if I put the thing down anywhere, it would most likely get sawdust on the nipple, and I didn’t really want to be putting that stuff in my mouth.  So I kept sucking the damn pacifier.  I was used to it being in my mouth most of the time anyway.
     The nipple glued to the board was easy to remove.  All it took was a good strike with a hammer and a chisel and it popped right off.  I fixed my new hole-saw up with a blade that looked to be just slightly wider than the baby bottle top.  Using where the pacifier had been stuck to the board as a marker, I started drilling at as much of an angle as I thought I’d need.  The process wasn’t exactly difficult and didn’t take all that long.  When I was done, I stuck the bottle through the hole.  Because of the width of the board and the angle, the nipple on the bottle barely reached through to the other side.  I was going to need a bigger hole at least for part of the way through.  I was going to need a hole that was wide enough to let the fatter part of that bottle go partway into the board, but not all the way through. 
     As I was replacing the blade on my hole-saw, the door opened and Joanna came in.  “How’s it going?” she asked.
     I stuck the bottle into the hole I had drilled and showed her my problem. 
      “So now what are you going to do?”
      “I’m going to try drilling a bigger hole, just partway through the board, so the bottle can drop further without going all the way through.”
     She said nothing and just watched me.  I started at the back of the board this time, trying to line the new saw blade up with the center of my previous hole.  It was a much more difficult cut.  I let it go in part way, then pulled the saw out again.  And I saw my bigger problem.  The blade was cutting a circle, but if it didn’t go all the way through the wood, then that wood would still be there. 
      “What’s wrong?” Joanna asked.
      “I have to find a way to get all that wood out of there,” I replied.
      “Oh,” she said as she looked closely at it.  “Do you think it’s going to take you very long?  We’ve still got to go grocery shopping this morning.”
     Shopping!  My mind immediately brought up the horrors of the past trips we had made.  “I don’t know, I replied.”
      “Oh,” she said.  “Well, I’ll leave you to work on it for a little while.  I’ll come out and get you when it’s time to get you ready.”
     Something about the way she said that sounded awfully ominous.  She left and the only thing I could think to do was to grab a hammer and a small chisel and start removing the wood inside that hole.  It took a long while and was a bit difficult to do inside that small hole, but eventually I got it cleaned out.  I stood the board up and stuck the baby bottle into it again.  Most of the nipple now came though.  I figured I should make the wider part of the hole just a little bit deeper.  I grabbed my hole-saw again, and the door opened.
      “How’s it going?” Joanna asked as she came in.
     I set my saw down and showed her how the entire nipple of the bottle just cleared the side of the board.  “I was going to make it just a bit deeper, I told her, so the entire cap can come though.”
      “No Mike,” she said with a smile.  “I think that will be perfect.”
     Five minutes later, I tied the rope back onto that crazy dumb board.  Ashley brought the baby bottle back into the room, now filled with water.  Joanna stuck the bottle though the hole, and came around to see it from the other side.  The bottle stayed there for a moment, then fell out and dropped to the floor.  To be honest, I wasn’t surprised. 
      “Darn!” Joanna exclaimed.  She looked at me.  “Can’t you fix something so that it will stay?”
      “Um…I guess I can figure something out.”
      “Good!” she said, sounding somewhat frustrated.  “But not now.  We’ve got grocery shopping to do and I need to get some things before I make lunch. 
     Grocery shopping.  I can’t tell you how much I wasn’t looking forward to it.  “Um…can I please change this diaper now?” I asked.  “I’m afraid it might start leaking.”
     Ashley laughed.  “You wouldn’t change my diaper when I wanted it.  Suffer!”
     Yeah, she was such a nice girl.

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     Why?  Why, why, why, did Joanna always insist that I carry that stupid colorful purse of Ashley’s?  Why?  Since it was cold and damp, Joanna had no problem with me wearing my boots, along with some pantyhose underneath my pants.  Of course, the pantyhose…and my pants…didn’t do nearly enough to hide the enormous bulk of my diaper that Ashley still wouldn’t let me change since it wasn’t leaking yet. 
     Joanna asked Ashley if she wanted to go with us, but Ashley refused, saying that she hated shopping for just groceries.  But Ashley literally laughed at me as I waddled out the door with Joanna, which didn’t help my confidence at all.  At least my coat was bulky enough to hide some of the protruding bumps from my bra that I further tried to hide with a heavy sweater.  Between the purse, my breasts, my high heeled boots, and the bulk of my diaper under my pants, I felt nothing but conspicuous.  Consequently, when we got to the grocery store parking lot, I hesitated to get out of the car. 
      “Come along Michael,” Joanna told me as she opened her car door.  “You already know you’re not going to be staying in the car.”
     Yeah, I knew that.  Even though I really wished I could.  I got out of the car.
      “Michael…”
     I looked to see what Joanna wanted.
      “Please remove your coat.  I think the store will be warm enough.”
      “My coat?” I said, rather horrified at the though.
      “That’s what I said.  Take it off.”
     Joanna stood watching and waiting, not giving me a choice in the matter.  I took my coat off and threw it in the car.  Joanna pressed a button on her key fob and the doors locked.  I was stuck out in public, dressed the way I was.  I looked down at my sweater covered chest and I could easily see the breasts that my bra and those breast forms created.  I just knew that this trip was going to be humiliating again.  But then, I had known that before we left home.  Joanna was just trying to make it a little more humiliating for me.  Maybe a lot more.  And we hadn’t even gotten into the store yet.
     I was actually grateful to get into the store, not because of the cold, but because once I grabbed a shopping cart, I was able to put Ashley’s too colorful and noticeable purse into the child seat.  Not only that, but I hoped that the cart would help hide me somewhat from the rest of the customers.  Not that it would hide me enough.  I was dead-meat as far as that was concerned.  But I hoped it would at least help.
     As usual, there were far too many people around for me to be happy.  Far too many people who were gawking at me.  Was it Ashley’s colorful purse that people still viewed as mine since I had it in the cart right in front of me?  Was it the fact that I was a guy…with breasts?  Was it the heels on my boots?  Or were they just looking at my big diaper clad butt?  Either way, I saw way too many people giving me funny questioning looks.  I felt so small.  So embarrassed.  And I had already been dressed far worse than this in public.
     Up and down the aisles.  Stop once so Joanna can take a picture of me and send it to Ashley.  “Did you wet yourself yet Mike?” she asked once we reached about the third aisle.
      “Not since before we left the house,” I admitted rather sheepishly, hoping nobody heard me…or her.
      “Then don’t forget to let me know before you go,” Joanna said with a rather sly look on her face.”
     I knew I didn’t want to do it.  I also knew I wasn’t going to get out of it.  But there was another little problem I was very worried about.  I was still wearing the same diaper I had put on last night after Ashley found out she had passed those tests.  It was huge and overly soaked, and it had to be close to the leaking point.  If I did wet myself again, here in the store, what would happen if it did leak?  “Um…Joanna?” I said quietly.
     She turned to look at me.
      “Maybe wetting myself here is a bad idea.”
      “Why?”
      “Because I’ve got to be close to leaking by now.  My diaper is too bloated.”
     She smiled that same damn sly smile.  “But Michael, just think how much Ashley will love hearing about how you wet yourself in the store, and your diaper leaked all over the place.  She’ll be positively delighted.”
     Ugh!  And the worst part was that I knew she was right.  Ashley would be delighted.  Joanna wasn’t going to let me out of doing it.  My mind now turned to imagining me wetting myself, and leaking, and how the heck I would have to handle the problem.  No good ideas came to mind.
     I pushed the cart as Joanna continued to fill it.  My eyes rarely ever left either the cart or the floor.  I knew people were looking at me.  I knew they were pointing at me.  I knew they were laughing at me.  But I dared not look up at anyone.  I was too – embarrassed!  And I certainly had a pretty good reason to feel that way.
      “What’s going on?” I heard a woman’s voice ask.
     I turned around and found a woman walking up behind me. 
      “Is there a reason why you’re wearing women’s boots and…whatever else you’re obviously wearing?”
     I nearly died right then and there at her question.  I know I nearly wet myself.  “Um…” I hesitated.  I’m sure the panic was written clearly across my face.
      “Is this some kind of bet or dare, or maybe even a fund raising thing?” she asked.
      “Um…no…” I started.
      “Michael,” Joanna’s voice interrupted.  I turned to look at her, hoping that she would answer for me.  But instead she said, “How did Ashley tell you to answer these kinds of questions?  Now tell her the truth.”
     The truth?  The way Ashley wanted me to say it?  I know my jaw worked up and down a few times, totally shocked that Joanna should even suggest such a thing.  But Joanna was still looking at me, waiting for the answer I didn’t want to give.
      “Michael…” Joanna said in a very cautioning tone of voice.
     I mentally gulped as I turned back to the woman.  “I’m a big sissy and I want everyone to know it,” I told the woman.  Then, despite not wanting to do it at all, I curtseyed.  Oh God!  Just as I got down to the bottom of my curtsey, I started wetting myself.  Not only had I told the woman what Ashley wanted me to say, not only had I curtseyed for her, I was wetting myself!  Here in public?  With I didn’t know how many people in the aisle looking at me?  Could the woman tell I was peeing just then?  I hoped not.
      “Humph!” the woman grunted.  “I was afraid it was something like that.  You shouldn’t be allowed in this store, or any other store for that matter.  Keep your perverted lives to yourself!”  With that, she angrily walked away with her nose stuck up in the air.
      “Very good Michael,” Joanna told me.
     I turned to her, still in a state of shock.  “I just wet myself.”
     Joanna was clearly surprised.  “You did?”
      “I…couldn’t help it,” I told her.  “It just…happened.”
     She chuckled.  “I guess there won’t be any pictures for Ashley then, but I know she’s going to love hearing all about this.”
     Yeah, no doubt.  I was still totally shocked over what had just happened, and I prayed it would never happen again.
      “What did he say about the way he’s dressed?  I couldn’t hear.” Another woman asked Joanna as she walked closer.
     Joanna turned back toward me, waiting.  She wasn’t giving me a choice.  “I’m a big sissy,” I said to the woman, “and I want everyone to know it.”  Then of course, I had to curtsey again.  At least now I was done peeing.  But the second curtsey caused a different problem.  I felt the first sign that my diaper was leaking.
     The woman shook her head.  “Well you’re certainly off to a real good start!” she said rather disgustedly.  Then she too walked away. 
     I looked to Joanna.  She had an all too amused smile on her face.  “I have no doubt that with a little more practice, you’ll get quite good at that Michael.”  She picked something else up from the shelf near her and threw it in the cart.  “Come along,” she said.  “I’m sure there are other shoppers who would like to know about you too.”
     Perish the thought! 
     My diaper was leaking.  How bad was it?  Did it show?  I couldn’t even tell.  If I reached down to feel my pants would it only draw more attention to me?  If I stopped to just look at my pants would it bring more attention to me?  Should I ask Joanna?  I simply didn’t know what to do.  I only knew I was definitely leaking now, worse than ever, since we were walking.  It had to be showing. 
     Joanna stopped to look at something further down the aisle.  I took the opportunity to glance down.  Damn!  I could see that the crotch of my pants were wet.  I let my hand reach behind me.  Damn!  It felt worse in the back.  What was I going to do?
      “Joanna!”  She turned toward me.  “I’m leaking bad.”
      “Really?” she said.  “Let me see.”
     I came around from the back of the cart and let her see my front, then I turned around so she could see the back.
     She laughed.  “Yes, you certainly are.  No doubt about it.”
      “What am I going to do?”
      “Stay right there,” she said. 
     But instead of coming up with a way to fix the problem for me, she pulled her cell phone out instead.  “Hold still,” she told me.  She took a picture.  “Turn around now,” she said.
      “Turn around?”
      “So I can get a picture of your backside for Ashley.”
     Ugh!  I turned, reluctantly and stood there for a moment.
      “Okay Michael.  I’m sure this will more than make up for us not being able to send a picture of you while you’re wetting yourself.”
     Yeah.  I had no doubt about that at all.  “But what am I going to do?  Can we leave right now?”
     She looked at me like I was crazy, which of course I was.  “Of course not,” she replied.  “We’re only halfway through the store.  We’re going to keep shopping.”  With that, she turned and headed further up the aisle.  I had no choice but to grab the cart, and push it along behind her.
     Two aisles later, another woman shopper walked right up to Joanna.  “I saw him curtsey a few aisles ago.  Did he say he’s a big sissy?  I couldn’t hear very well.”
      “Yes.  He did,” Joanna confirmed with a big smile. 
      “Why would he say that?  Are you making him do it?”
      “Of course,” Joanna replied.
     The woman shook her head.  “I can’t imagine any man wearing women’s heels…in public of all places.  And…I guess he’s wearing a diaper under his pants, because it’s leaking all over the place.”
      “Yes he is,” Joanna confirmed.  “He’s got a huge humiliation fetish, and because of it, he’s agreed to do anything at all that I want.  And this is what I want.”
      “Humiliation…fetish?” the woman asked, totally shocked.  “Like…a sexual thing?”
     Joanna nodded.  “Exactly.”
      “He gets off by wetting his pants in public and going out wearing women’s boots?”
      “Like you wouldn’t believe.  Although in this case, he simply wet his diaper, and the diaper is too drenched to hold anymore, so I’m afraid it’s leaking now.”
      “It certainly looks thick enough,” the woman said, staring at my crotch.
      “He’s been stuck in that diaper since last night,” Joanna told her, “which is why it’s so big and is now leaking.”
     The woman shook her head again, then looked me over with the strangest look on her face.  “I’m surprised he’s not wearing a dress or something.”
      “Oh, I’d rather he did wear a dress.  I’m afraid that’s something we’re going to have to work up to again.  Despite his big fetish, he’s still a bit shy about some things.”
     Once again, the woman shook her head, then moved away…slowly.  I saw Joanna texting Ashley again.  Several people passed us by while we stood there.  I think most of them hurried past, and completely out of that aisle. 
     A while later, we got to the aisle that had the baby stuff.  Joanna spent a lot of time again looking over all too many things, baby bibs, baby food, formula…any and all baby related items that were there.  I watched as she grabbed another baby bottle from the shelf and throw it in the cart.  Ugh!  I hated drinking from those things.  They were horribly demeaning.  Not to mention just plain difficult to drink from.  I hated them, I hated the pacifiers, I hated the diapers, I hated all of it!  And I will never ever admit that I liked any of it at all.  Never!  Not one little bit of it turned me on – ever! 
      “Would you like a bib for when you eat?” Joanna asked me.
     I nearly died – again.  “Um…no thank you,” I replied.
     She smiled.  “Maybe next time.”
     Next time?  I certainly hope not.  But with Joanna, you never knew.
     It was still a good half hour before we finally got out of that store.  Talk about humiliation.  For a humiliation junkie, I had been petrified going in, and was in an even worse state now.  My “breasts” had been visible, my damn diaper was too bulky, my high heeled boots had been noticed, and now the worst part was the big wet spots all over the front and back of my pants.  And I couldn’t do one thing about any of it!  I could just scream!  Aaarrrggghhh! 
     Joanna emptied several of the plastic bags our groceries were in, and made me sit on them all the way home so it wouldn’t hurt the car seats.  Thank God for plastic!  Once home, instead of being allowed to change right away, I had to make trip after trip, in full view of all my neighbors, as I unloaded all those groceries and brought them into the house.  Ashley didn’t let me change until after I had unloaded the groceries.
      “I really wish I had been there,” Ashley said to her mother as I was bringing in the last of the groceries from the car.”
      “You didn’t want to go,” Joanna replied.
      “I know, I hate grocery shopping, but it would have been worth it to see him have to tell someone what a big sissy he is and then curtsey for them too.  It would have been totally worth it.”
      “I gave you the choice,” Joanna told her.  “Maybe next time.”
      “Yeah, next time,” Ashley agreed.  “And we’ve just got to figure out how to make that happen again,” Ashley said.
      “Have someone ask about what he’s wearing?” Joanna asked.
      “No.  Make him wet himself when he curtseys.  That would be just too funny.  Maybe I can find a way to make him practice doing just that!” she said excitedly. 
     Joanna cast me an amused glance.  I know my face turned red as I headed off to finally change my leaking diaper.

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