Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The Bet - Chapter 9 (Sunday – week 2 Part 2)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 9 (Sunday – week 2 Part 2)

Mel had remained silent through most of the store. He had too. She was still silent, and thoughtful, all the way home. When she got there she got out of her car and opened the trunk. “Start getting it all upstairs,” she said. Then she left him.
Chad knew that once again he would be making trip after trip, exposing himself to everybody that would be around that cared to see him. But he didn’t protest in the least for fear that whatever she had planned as a punishment for him might be even worse. He just wished that her apartment had been on the bottom floor instead of upstairs where the trips were much longer, not to mention harder in his high heels.
With each trip up the stairs, he kept expecting Sandy or Cassie to come out and laugh at him. He was relieved when he grabbed the last of the bags and neither of them had shown up. But as he finally closed Mel’s door behind him, his worry about what Mel would do to him increased. It was imminent now.

Mel watched as Chad closed her front door and set the last of the groceries down on her table. He looked worried. He should be, she thought. The problem was though, she still hadn’t decided how to handle him. So she said nothing to him, and just began putting everything away.
Chad just stood at the entrance to the kitchen and waited. She hadn’t told him to do anything since he finished bringing up the groceries. “How can I help?” he finally asked, very politely.
Mel said nothing at all to him. Instead she went directly to her refrigerator and brought out one of his bottles and handed it to him. She pointed to his usual spot on the floor and he sat. After that, she tried to pay as little attention to him as she could, knowing the affect that her silence alone might have on him.
Chad sat down and drank his bottle while he watched her. The worry over how she was going to punish him was still foremost on his mind. But she hadn’t said a single word to him since they had gotten home. He began to wish that she would say something, anything, even yell a bit. Just so he could know the eternal waiting was finally over. But she was still remaining silent.
When he finished his bottle, he held it up to show her. “I’m done.” She was busy pouring liquid from some of the drinks they had bought earlier into his baby bottles, something he was very glad to see since he hated the tea that she made. Mel glanced at him quickly as she finished filling another bottle. Then he watched as she screwed the nipple back on. She picked it up and walked over to him. Taking the empty bottle from his hand, she handed him the new one and walked away again without a word. Yeah, she was definitely pissed, he thought. He looked at the bottle she had handed him. Whatever was inside it looked terribly dark and almost brown. Ugh! He put it to his lips and tasted it. Awful! A bit sweet underneath, but not at all to his liking. “What is this?” he asked. Mel just looked at him sternly and walked away, leaving him alone on the kitchen floor with his bottle.

While Chad was finishing the bottle of prune juice she had just handed him, Mel went out and sat in the living room to think. She was still puzzled over what she was going to do with him. She knew that the fault was probably hers. Completely on impulse, she had deviated from the plan she had made. She had pushed him too far, too fast. She hadn’t planned on taking him out fully dressed for a while yet, but somehow she hadn’t been able to resist the urge earlier when she had dressed him. But the good part was that now she thought that he would realize that there was nothing she could not make him do. No matter how difficult things would be for him, he would always have the knowledge that he would be forced to endure it. That alone she considered a major step. So maybe she didn’t screw up so badly earlier after all. She would back off a bit though and try to get more back to her original plan.
And speaking of that plan, she had really screwed up by not making him drink and eat more before they went out. She had to get him back on track with that and fast. She wasn’t sure if he had wet his diapers even once while they were out, and that couldn’t be allowed to happen again. He was finishing his second bottle now. That was a good start, but she had to fill his stomach too. Thinking about food and eating just then made her stomach growl. She hadn’t eaten all day either. Time for lunch.
While Chad finished his baby bottle of prune juice, Mel made salads for each of them. It wasn’t much for him, but it would be plenty for her. Fortunately, she had a few other things she could have him eat to help fill him up later.
When Chad finally finished his bottle, she took it from him and handed him a bowl filled with his salad to eat. Then she went to the refrigerator and got him another bottle to go with it, this time it was apple juice. She handed it to him.
“I don’t have a fork,” he said from his position on the floor.
Mel sighed and broke her silence. “Babies eat with their fingers.” She was inwardly laughing a little as she sat in her chair at the table to eat. She enjoyed it even more watching him struggling on the floor with his meal, having to eat only with his fingers.
Chad hadn’t eaten much, but he was starting to get full. The two baby bottles he had just finished, and now this third one along with his salad had filled him up more than he thought they would. He was eating on the floor where she had made him drink his bottles like a child. Now he was eating with his fingers like a baby too. And like a baby, his fingers and face were a mess from the dressing on the salad. He felt the old familiar twinges in his cock again. Damn the woman could be fun sometimes. She was treating him just like a child and he was loving it. Unfortunately, he knew that later she probably would be punishing him in way’s he’d rather not think about. He was really wishing it would come sooner, just to get it over with.
When he finished his salad, Mel took the bowl away from him, but before she allowed him to get up, she handed him a banana to eat. “I’ve had enough,” he said as politely as he could.
“Eat it!” Mel said angrily. Then she left him alone again.
Chad sighed and began eating the banana. Curiously though, when he was done, he was slightly thirsty. He found himself wishing that he had just a little left from his last bottle to wash it down with. He put that thought from his mind quickly. A little thirst was not a problem he was going to worry about. “I’m finished,” he called again.
Mel still didn’t know what she was going to do with him. Every plan to punish him either sounded too extreme or not nearly enough. She sighed, there were other things he needed to be doing just then. “Ok,” she replied from the living room. “Get in here.”
Chad got to his feet immediately and walked into the living room. His fear over what she was about to do to him was once again growing.
“Get those clothes off!” she commanded.
Knowing the time for his punishment had finally arrived, he began to get undressed. He suddenly wished however that he had not just eaten. But when he was down to just his diapers and plastic panties, she stopped him. “Ok, that’s enough. Leave the diapers.” Chad was suddenly thoroughly confused. Mel got up and went to her purse and dug out his pacifier and shoved it into his mouth again. “Come on,” she said as she led the way into her bathroom.
Chad followed her into her bathroom, unsure what was going on or what to do. He was about to ask when she pointed towards the large plastic garbage bag in the corner and said, “Get busy!” Chad nearly fainted. The bag held all of the dirty cloth diapers he had been wearing for the last few days. This was not a task that he wanted to do at all! Why couldn’t she have let him just wear disposables all the time? Those all got thrown away instead of having to be cleaned.
He gingerly opened the bag and was immediately assaulted by the sharp acrid smell. He was close to gagging from it. “Rinse those in the toilet first,” Mel ordered. “Then run some water in the tub to scrub them by hand. I’ll get you some detergent and bleach.”
Mel left him quickly after that. He couldn’t blame her, the room was starting to smell terribly. Very gingerly, he reached into the bag and brought out the first mass of diapers. They were all stuck together. “Ewww,” he almost said aloud. He really did want to barf. This had to rank up there with the most disgusting things he had ever done. But he had to do it, so he began dunking the diapers in the toilet to pre-rinse them clean.
Mel walked back into her bathroom and set some detergent and bleach on the counter for Chad’s next phase in cleaning his diapers. She was immediately assaulted by the horrible odor in the room as soon as she walked back in. She quickly retreated to the doorway again where she could breath better to watch him. The longer she watched him, the more interesting she found it. Finally, she just had to say something… she just had to tease him about it a bit. “You know,” she began, “I find what you’re doing very ironic… and really funny in a way.”
Chad wanted to answer, but he said nothing and kept working.
“I guess you’re finding it interesting too, but more than that, I’d be willing to bet that you’re finding this sexually thrilling.”
Chad just looked at her like she was crazy. How could what he was doing be in any way anything but awful?
“I just find it funny,” she continued, “that from now on, the only use you’re ever going to have for a toilet again, is for exactly what you’re doing right now… and that’s it. For the rest of your life, you’re always going to be peeing and messing in your diapers and never again in a toilet. So the only way you’ll ever use a toilet again is for just what you’re doing right now.”
Chad’s eyes bulged. He had never thought of that. It was awful! But worse, now that she had said it, the very idea of it had his cock suddenly giving him major twinges. He pictured himself in the future, just as he was, pacifier in his mouth, clad in only diapers and plastic panties, totally incontinent, and the only use he would ever have for the toilet was to rinse his diapers. Oh God what a picture. He actually blushed. Damn the woman, only she could make a task like this sexually thrilling.
A few minutes later though, he wasn’t so excited as he leaned over the tub, scrubbing by hand each and every one of those diapers. Ugh! Finally though, just to make sure they were all clean, she had him put them in the washing machine. He almost felt defeated. Why had she bothered to make him do them all by hand first? The washer could have handled it easily. At least she let him put them in the dryer when they were done. He had visions of her handing him the blow dryer she used on her hair to dry them with.
Cleaning all the diapers had taken him most of the afternoon. The job had taken longer than it should have because Mel occasionally brought him bottles to drink or snacks to eat and made him sit on the floor till they were done each time. He was absolutely loving how much like a child she was treating him. He was also starting to pee over an over again. It had really been a welcome change earlier when he hadn’t had so much to drink and had actually gone for hours without peeing, not to mention having his diapers stay dry for so long.
He was still very worried about how she was going to punish him, but he had worried a lot less about it while he had something to do. Now though, he was finished and all his cloth diapers were neatly folded and either stashed away in her bathroom or stacked by her front door or for him to take back to his own apartment later. How was she going to punish him? She had really hardly said a word to him all afternoon – other than to tease him briefly or to give him directions. Otherwise, she had mostly ignored him while she tried to catch up on her office work that she had brought home. He really wasn’t sure if her ignoring him so much was getting to him or not, but since he had nothing better to do at the moment, he went into the living room where she was working on the couch. “What do you want me to do next?” he asked.
Mel looked up from her work and sighed. Sometimes she hated how much work she had to bring home. But she kept telling herself that that’s why she got the big bucks. She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see how late it was. Chad was standing in front of her, probably bored. No problem. “You said you can cook. There’s chicken in the kitchen. Make me some dinner. Oh, and make it something nice. Let’s see what you can do.” She purposely looked back down at her work again, seeming to ignore him completely, as if he were no longer there.
Chad was a bit bewildered. Make dinner? He guessed he could do that. He was still standing there in front of her, waiting for her to pay a little more attention to him, but she had gone right back to work. Sighing a bit, he went into the kitchen.
Dinner was really no problem, he had cooked dinner many times for his wife – make that ex-wife – and himself. He fixed the chicken and chopped vegetables and put them in pots on the stove. The only thing he really wished for were more spices, Mel’s kitchen was very lacking in that department.
When everything was prepared, he set the table for two. He poured her a glass of wine, then he started to pour himself a glass too. And he stopped. She wouldn’t really make him drink it from a baby bottle, would she? He sighed. Of course she would. But on the off chance she might not think of it, he finished pouring himself a glass.
Wanting to impress her, he even found a candle and put that on the center of the table and lit it. Everything was perfect, everything was ready. Now all he needed was her.
Mel’s stomach growled. The reason it growled was because whatever Chad was doing in the kitchen smelled awfully good. But she was still doing her best to ignore him and finish her work. She was actually glad when Chad came in to get her. “Dinner is ready,” he announced softly and politely.
She looked up. “It’s about time.” She got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. The table was set beautifully with a candle in the middle. He had even poured them each a glass of wine. Everything looked and smelled heavenly. This was living. This was what she wanted every day when she came home from working hard. This was life as it should be.
She sat down. The food was already on the plates and it looked as good as it smelled. She picked up her wine and she sipped it. Perfect. This was luxury. He was just sitting down, his bare chest and diapers looking very out of place at her beautifully set table. That bothered her – a lot. She glanced at his glass of wine. His glass? No, no, no!!! “Oh no you’re not!” she said quickly. “Get up!”
Chad was surprised and confused. She had seemed to like everything. What was wrong now? She walked over to his side of the table and picked up his plate and carried it back into the kitchen and set it on the floor. “Babies eat here!” she said, pointing to his usual spot. Then she opened the refrigerator and pulled out another baby bottle for him.
Chad sighed. All the work he had just done, and he was back on the floor to eat again. As he looked at his plate, he realized something else too, once again he would have to eat with his fingers. But at least what he was eating was better than anything he had had in a while. He glanced up at her. She was totally absorbed in the dinner he had prepared for her. There was no doubt she was enjoying it. That alone made him feel good. And even though he was eating with his fingers from the floor and drinking from a baby bottle, he was glad that for once he was having a proper meal. Something he had always believed was necessary – at least every once in a while.
After dinner, Mel went back to her couch to continue working. The meal that Chad had fixed had been great, better than anything she’d had in a while. As she sat back down, she could easily picture Chad serving her like that every night. Such a pleasant, wonderful dream. But the sound of Chad working in the kitchen brought her back to reality. If she wanted that dream, then first she had to win that bet, and that meant keeping Chad in his place. He had overstepped those bounds when he had tried to sit down to dinner with her. That was not in keeping with her idea of what she wanted from him. And those thoughts led her right back to the problem she had been wrestling with all day. How was she going to punish him? She had no doubt he was on pins and needles over it. Well, let him worry!

Chad busied himself cleaning up the kitchen. Mel was ignoring him again. He was sure she had enjoyed the meal he had prepared, yet she hadn’t said a single word about it. She just walked off. She hadn’t even told him to clean up. Yet here he was, washing the dishes and making her kitchen look spotless again. In truth, he was still worrying, more than ever, about how she was going to punish him. Cleaning up after dinner just seemed natural – plus, he didn’t want to give her least excuse to make his punishment worse.
He had just started scrubbing the pots he had used though, when he again felt the first signs that the last suppository she had put in him was about to do it’s job again. It had been a long time since he had messed himself this time. Another welcome change. But he could tell that that was about to change – and soon. It seemed to happen more and more now after he had eaten something. All that glycerin in him had him so well lubed that it was impossible to hold anything back and his system was staying mostly empty because of it. He did try to hold it back, some. But the runny mass was under too much pressure and was leaking out of him no matter what he did. Finally it became too much for him and with a loud grunt, he let it all go. Yuck! Major yuck! He began his very ginger waddling again.
Mel heard Chad grunt loudly in the kitchen. She actually turned her head around to see what his problem was. A minute later, she turned back to her work. A broad smile on her face.
A short while later, Mel looked at the papers strewn around her, then she looked over her notes, and finally realized she was done. Solving a major case problem always made her happy and this time it was no different. She got up to see how Chad was doing in the kitchen. Good timing, she thought as she watched him wiping the last of the counters down. She nearly laughed at his wide-legged waddle.
She was feeling good. Dinner and finishing her work had made her feel that way. She decided to take a bit of pity on the poor guy. “Come on,” she told him. “I’ll change your diapers.”
Chad was more than a bit surprised, not to mention really happy to hear that. He quickly followed her into her bathroom where she had him lay down on the floor. She removed his old diapers, cleaned him up, stuck another suppository up inside of him, and then rediapered him again. Heavenly. Heavenly. Heavenly. The large trash bag in the corner that she had been using to hold his soiled diapers wasn’t empty anymore. Chad wasn’t exactly happy knowing that eventually he would have to deal with that again, but he probably wouldn’t have to worry about that for a few days yet. She seemed to have a lot of those cloth diapers. But did her new pleasant mood mean she wasn’t going to punish him for not wanting to get out of the car earlier? He just didn’t know.
Mel went out and watched TV, leaving him alone in the bathroom with no orders to do anything. But her mind really wasn’t on the show. She was still trying to figure out what to do to punish him. She had to do something! But what?
The same question was eating away at Chad more and more. Was he going to get away with it? Or should he continue to worry. The more he thought about it, the more worried he was getting. Finally, he decided he had to ask her about it. Plucking up his courage, he walked into her living room where she was sitting in a chair staring at the TV screen. “Mel, please, I have to know…”
She suddenly looked up at him angrily. “What did you call me?”
He was so startled by her sudden anger that it took him a moment to regain his wits and realize what he had done. “Damn it!” he swore softly as he realized that he had forgotten to call her Mistress.
But before he could correct himself, she nearly jumped up off her couch. “Stop that!” she yelled.
Chad cringed and backed away a step from her sudden anger.
“I’m tired of hearing you swearing and using language you shouldn’t! I ought to…” In the middle of her sudden tirade, Mel stopped. What did she mean she “ought to?” She could do it. Furthermore… she should! Acting quickly, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the bathroom.
Chad knew only bewildered fear as he was suddenly being roughly dragged behind her. Her reaction had been so sudden that it had caught him totally off guard.
“Kneel down… Baby!” she ordered pointing to the middle of the floor. Chad dropped down to his knees, not just by choice, but because she was shoving him down too. “You want to act like a child, then I’m going to treat you like one!”
Mel grabbed the bar of soap that was next to her sink and began wetting it under the water. From his knees behind her, Chad had no idea what she was doing. She turned around and quickly grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open. All too late, Chad realized what she was about to do and before he knew it, she had shoved the wet bar of soap through his teeth, and firmly into his mouth.
Through his shocked state, he quickly realized that the sweet smelling soap that she kept on her counter tasted awfully strong in his mouth. The light flowery fragrance quickly became pungent and horribly strong under his current circumstances. All too fast, the soap in his mouth began tasting worse and worse, stronger and stronger. He began struggling against her, trying to pull her hands away from his face so he could get the bar out. The more he struggled, the more his tongue lathered up the soap inside his mouth, making things ever so much worse. The lather began sliding towards the back of his throat, causing him to gag. He struggled harder against her till she finally pulled the bar out again. Relieved, he quickly leaned over the edge of the tub to wretch and to try to let some of the soap suds drain out of his mouth. It had been horrible.
Mel left him there, but she was back again moments later while he was still bent over her tub. She roughly grabbed his arms and tied his wrists behind his back. Then she tied his ankles together, and finally tied his wrists to his ankles. She wasn’t done with him yet, not by a long shot!
She grabbed the soap again and again wet it under the sink. The look of fear in Chad’s eyes was obvious… and she was glad to see it. “I’m tired of you using language you shouldn’t. It’s not nice for grown-ups and it’s especially not appropriate for babies like you! So one way or another, you’re going to learn!” Once again she grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open and shoved the soap inside. Chad squirmed again, but without the use of his arms he was a lot easier to handle.
Chad was going crazy. The awful soap was back in his mouth again. The horrible taste was all he could think about. He tried to struggle, but tied as he was there wasn’t much he could do. And she was just holding it there. There were real tears running down from his eyes when he finally felt her pull it out again.
“That was for using words that I never want to hear you use again!”
Chad wanted to spit out every bit of the foul liquid that was filling his mouth, but she was sitting on the edge of the tub right in front of him and she wasn’t yet letting go of his jaw. He had no choice but to keep the soapy liquid in his mouth. Through his misery, he realized she was still speaking to him.
“Next,” she said, “I told you I never want to hear you call me Mel again. But you couldn’t seem to remember that, could you? Mistress is the only thing I ever want to hear you call me. In fact, now that I think about it, I don’t hear it enough. I almost never hear it. So from now on, I want to hear you call me Mistress – every time you speak to me. Got that?”
But before Chad could answer, she shoved the bar of soap back into his mouth again. And again he went wild. The amount of soapy liquid had reached the point where he was forced to start swallowing it, making him feel even worse. Finally, she pulled the bar of soap out and put it back on the counter. Then she got up and left him there. Chad didn’t know what to do. He needed desperately to rinse the soap out of his mouth, but he was tied up and helpless. All he could do was to kneel there on the floor where she had left him. In his helpless, miserable state, he wet his diapers again, heavily, without hardly knowing beforehand that he was going to do it. He felt like such a child.
Mel left him and went to her kitchen where she filled one of his bottles with water. Then she went back to him in the bathroom. He looked miserable. Good! She held the bottle to his lips. “Drink!” she ordered.
Chad really wanted to rinse his mouth out, he just wasn’t really happy about having to swallow everything, but he had no choice, especially not then. He drank more and more greedily as the water in the bottle washed away more and more of the foul taste in his mouth. She was feeding him a bottle like a baby. And eventually he began loving that fact. But when the bottle was only half done, she took it away from him and set it down again.
“I hope you realize now that when I tell you to do something, you have to do it. You have no say or opinion at all in the matter. In any matter. You really made me angry at you today, and I can’t let that go unpunished. So for that, here’s your punishment.” And with those words, Mel grabbed his chin and shoved the soap back into his mouth again.
Chad couldn’t believe it. She had just rinsed his mouth out with the baby bottle and now she was starting all over again. This time though, he felt Mel moving the soap all around inside his mouth, as if she were trying to get it into every nook and cranny. Worse, his mouth was freshly coated with water so the soap was lathering up more and more. The soap suds were starting to run down the back of his throat. He could also feel them running down his chin. He struggled, but he was now so tired that there was little he could do about it. By the time she finally pulled the soap back out again, he mouth felt like it was completely full of absolutely horrible soapsuds. And he had no other way to get rid of them than to swallow them.
Once again Mel held the bottle to his lips and he drank greedily, trying to rinse the awful soap taste out of his mouth. But all too soon the bottle was empty, and it seemed like the water had removed only very little. Mel left him again. He prayed that she was filling up the bottle again. But when she came back, instead of another bottle, she roughly shoved his pacifier into his mouth again. Then he was shocked to find that she was tying it into his mouth by the long ribbon she had found for it. He was miserable. Totally miserable.
Mel looked over her handiwork and felt satisfied. That should give him something to think about. But she wasn’t ready to release him just yet. In fact, she decided that it would do him good to just stay where he was for a while to think about things. Almost kindly, she helped him lay down on his side. “Just stay there and think about what I told you,” she commanded him. Then she left him there and turned out the bathroom light and closed the door on him.
Chad laid on the hard floor in the darkness. He wanted desperately to get the pacifier out of his mouth and get something to rinse the awful taste away, but he was stuck. He could barely move. Resigned, he laid his head down on the hard floor and tried to close his eyes to get what rest he could. He was spending entirely too much time lately tied up. He didn’t like it at all.
Mel watched TV for a while, keeping Chad only in the back of her mind. But eventually, she realized she had a little problem. She had left Chad tied up in her bathroom, but now she needed to pee. And she wasn’t ready to release him yet. She should have put him somewhere else. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. He looked pitiful. A beautiful sight after the way he had pissed her off earlier. No, she couldn’t release him yet. But she did still have to pee. She’d just have to blindfold him too. But before she could leave to find a scarf to tie around his eyes, she spotted the large plastic bag that held his dirty diapers. She opened it and pulled out the messy diaper she had taken off of him earlier. Laughing a bit to herself, she draped it right over his head, making sure the really messy part was right in his face. He tried to jerk it away, but he couldn’t really make it move too far. “Keep that there!” she ordered. Then, keeping a very close watch on him to make sure he couldn’t see her, she lowered her shorts and panties and sat on the toilet and peed. But doing it, made her think of one more thing. “Can you hear that?” she said. “Can you hear what I’m doing? Don’t bother to answer because I know you can. “I’m doing the one thing you’re never going to be able to do again. I’m peeing like a grown-up into the toilet. But you’re a baby now. The only place you’re ever going to pee again is in your diapers. Isn’t that right? There’s something else for you to think about… Baby.
Chad had heard her peeing of course, but his main concern was the horrible mess that was now covering his face. He could breath, but every breath only brought him the foul smell of his dirty diaper. It was horrible. He heard Mel teasing him. The words sunk in, but there was nothing he could say or do just then. Finally he heard her leaving him, closing the door behind her again. She hadn’t removed the foul, messy diaper from his head. She was forcing him to endure yet another punishment. He peed into his diaper again… like a baby.

Friday, September 25, 2009

The Bet - Chapter 9 (Sunday – week 2 Part 1)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 9 (Sunday – week 2 Part 1)

Mel stretched a bit as she padded her way to the coffee pot to start it brewing. She had slept later than she had in a long time. She thought about Chad next door and decided he could wait. He probably needed more sleep anyway. She had been hard on him all week, something she dared not ease up on now. But letting him get a little extra sleep wouldn’t hurt – either of them.
Once the coffee was brewing, she went to her desk and fired up her computer. She had a bit of research to do. Ever since Friday night when Chad had informed her that he couldn’t pee while he was hard, she had been trying to think of some way to keep him from ever getting hard. Her earlier research had left some vague possibilities in her mind, but now it was time to explore them further. A little while later, her coffee almost finished, she had made her decision. She had found, and easily, something she considered fairly diabolical. By all descriptions, Chad would have to learn to stay soft all the time, or he would suffer. She had planned on ordering something that morning, but a small notice on the ordering page had stopped her. If she placed the order by phone on Monday, then there were faster delivery options available, including overnight. She decided to place her order first thing Monday morning, and hopefully, by Tuesday evening she would no longer have that particular problem with Chad anymore. Chad? She smiled. She had to get used to calling him Sissy now. It wouldn’t do to make that mistake in front of him.

Chad felt himself have to pee again and allowed himself to do it. He opened his eyes. It felt later than usual. He sat up where he could see his pink clock radio and stared at it very much surprised. It was later. Much later. Gratefully, he laid back down and stretched and just rubbed his bare arms and legs on the sheet, trying to get his circulation moving a bit. As usual, his diapers were overly soaked and he couldn’t even begin to bring his legs anywhere near each other. He would have loved to remove them, but the lock on the back of his onesie prevented that. So frustrating. As was his need to get off that was also impossible.
Sighing, he got to his feet. Normally he would have gone straight into his bathroom to relieve himself, but that was impossible for him now too. As he waddled into his living room, the need to pee returned again. Once again he peed without hardly giving it another thought. His living room was empty except for the one chair that Mel had sat in yesterday. He wandered into his kitchen, also mostly empty. There were a few baby bottles filled with her lousy tea in the refrigerator, but that was all. Sucking on another baby bottle just then wasn’t exactly what he wanted to do, and he didn’t. Thinking about the bottles made him think about the pacifier he was supposed to be sucking on. He picked it up by the ribbon it was dangling from attached to his onesie. He just looked at it and let it fall again. Mel wasn’t around just then.
His apartment was empty. No TV, no nothing. As he looked around the room, he noticed where the connection for the cable TV came out of the wall. After everything the bitch was putting him through, he decided that one of the major things she was also going to buy him, was a new TV too, a nice one! Mel still hadn’t shown up. Where was she? Deciding to do the only thing he really could do, he went back to bed.

It was the middle of the morning by the time that Mel was finished getting ready. She was dressed casually, but nicely. Grabbing her purse she went out and locked her door behind her, she wasn’t planning on being back till much later.
Chad heard his front door open. “Finally!” he thought to himself as he got up off his mattress and went to make sure it was Mel who had just come in – who else?
“Did you get enough sleep?” Mel asked him as soon as she saw him.
“Yeah. Finally!” he replied.
“Did you sleep any better than you have been?”
That question puzzled him. “What do you mean?”
“I mean have you learned to wet yourself in your sleep yet?”
“Ha, not even close.” He replied. He didn’t think he was really lying since he did wake up every time he needed to pee, he just wasn’t bothering to come fully awake anymore. But she didn’t need to know that.
Mel walked over to him and suddenly slapped his face – hard.
“Ow! What was that for?”
Mel just reached down and picked up the pacifier that was dangling from his onesie and shoved it back into his mouth. “I told you to keep it there, didn’t I?” Chad said nothing.
As Mel got him cleaned up a few minutes later, she realized that there wasn’t as much of a mess in his diapers this time. Of course she should have expected that with all the suppositories she was shoving in him. His system was probably mostly empty now. Chad gratefully soaked his body clean first in his shower, then relaxing in his bathtub for a few minutes. Mel had added some flowery smelling bath beads to the water, but that only made him enjoy the sensation all the more. His cock began growing again at the very thought of it. He wanted to touch it so badly. He glanced quickly at Mel to see if she would notice, but she was watching him all too closely. “Don’t you dare!” she said. Chad sighed dejectedly and Mel made him get out of the water so she could rediaper him again.
Once she had diapered him in two of the thinner cloth diapers and had his plastic panties pulled up again, Mel had him pull one of his all-in-one girdles back on again. Chad hated the thing because it was so uncomfortably tight, but with only two diapers on under it instead of the four she usually used, it wasn’t nearly so bad down below.
When he went to shave his face, he quickly realized that the only razors he had were all pink, and he had no shaving cream at all. “I can’t shave with this,” he complained.
“You’re going to have to learn,” Mel answered, “because that’s all I’m going to allow you to use.”
“And there’s no shaving cream either.”
“Tough! Women don’t use it when they shave their legs. Rub some soap and some moisturizer on your face. Try that instead.”
Chad wasn’t exactly sure, but he tried it. The moisturizer he decided was definitely the most help.
“Ok,” she said when he was finally finished, “makeup time again. Let’s see if you can remember what I taught you yesterday about the mascara.” Mel finally allowed him to take his pacifier out again, but she held onto it for later.
Chad went to work with one of the mascaras. But of course she wasn’t happy with his first attempt, or his second attempt either. Fortunately, she decided that his third attempt was much better. “You’re finally starting to get the hang of it,” she told him. “But you should have been practicing more.”
“When?” he replied a bit put out. “You kept me busy all last night till you sent me to bed.”
“How about this morning? Don’t tell me you’ve been asleep the entire time till I got here.”
“No,” he admitted.
“And I’ll bet you haven’t had a single bottle this morning either, have you?”
“No… but you didn’t tell me to!”
“I shouldn’t have to!”
Chad kept his mouth shut after that for fear she might punish him again. He knew he had probably pushed his luck as it was.
Mel did the rest of his makeup for him again and then stuffed the pantyhose from last night back into the cups of his all-in-one. Then she had him put on the same black skirt he had worn before only this time with a different, more colorful top. “You really need some more clothes,” she commented. Then she handed him another pair of heels from his closet, fortunately, not his highest ones. She sighed as she looked him over, “still a long way to go,” but you’ll have to do.” Actually, she was fairly glad he looked as ridiculous as he did, it would only serve to humiliate him more – and excite her more.
“Ok, let’s go,” she said as she headed for the door.
Chad was terrified again, even though he had expected they were going out again. “Where to?” he asked.
“Grocery shopping,” she said as she pushed him towards the door. Chad reached for his keys and wallet on the way out but she stopped him. “Leave them, I’ve got a key, remember?” Then she added, “Remind me to get you a purse soon.” And with that she pushed him out and closed the door behind them.
Chad was completely terrified. She was taking him out shopping dressed the way he was and he had no way to get out of it. She had pushed him out the door without his keys or even his wallet. Without his keys, he couldn’t even get back into his own apartment. He was totally dependent on her. He felt so trapped. He was trapped! Completely!
All the way to the store he fretted. He had never been out in public in a skirt before – except for walking next door last night to Cassie and Sandy’s apartment, and he wasn’t really counting that – now. He realized that Mel was upping the ante, again! And this was almost more than he thought he could handle. But how was he going to get out of it?
All too soon they pulled into the parking lot. It was late enough in the morning that Chad could see that the store was getting crowded. Mel found a parking spot, not as close to the store as Chad would have liked, and got out. “Ok, Sissy. Let’s go,” she said as she got out of the car.”
Chad stayed where he was. There was no way he could find the courage to get out of the car just then.

Mel stopped at the back of her car as soon as she realized that Chad was still in it. “Come on!” she shouted. But Chad wasn’t budging. She walked over and opened his door. Chad was huddled in the car with his arms wrapped around his body. He was clearly terrified. “What are you doing? Get out of there right now!”
“I can’t.”
“I said… Out! Now!” But Chad just shook his head. Mel was at a loss for what to do and was getting angry. “Do you want to be punished again?”
He shook his head. “Nnnno.”
“Then get out of there!”
He shook his head again. “I can’t!”
Mel was really angry now. “Boy are you going to get it when we get home!” But she wasn’t ready to leave just yet. She needed to find some way to get him out of the car. She was a lawyer, she had resorted to drastic means before. “Ok smart ass!” She pulled out her cell phone. “Let’s see what the police will do with you when I call them!”
Chad looked up at her, aghast.
Mel opened her cell phone “Nine.” She pushed a button. “One.” She pushed another button. “One.” She put the phone to her ear.
“Mel, please!” Chad pleaded.
“I mean, Mistress, please don’t.” But Mel was already speaking.
“Yes,” she was saying. “I just came out of the store and I found some… pervert… sitting in my car and he won’t go away!... No, I’m not going to go near him! No, I don’t think he has a gun, at least I didn’t see one… Ok, I’ll be expecting them, and please tell them to hurry. I’ll be the one waving my arms for them up by the front entrance… Yes, yes, I’ll stay on the line.”
Chad looked up at her, she had called the cops. No matter what the actual reasons it would be really bad for him. He didn’t want to get arrested. He didn’t want to go to jail. He couldn’t imagine what someone dressed as he was would experience there. “Mistress please…” he said softly. But she was still talking onto the phone, describing him as if she were standing further away from him than she actually was. “Please…” he pleaded again. He had no choice, slowly, he extricated himself from the car. Exposing himself and the way he was dressed to the entire world. Mel looked please and closed her cell phone. Then she quickly slammed the car door shut behind him and hit the lock button on her key chain. “No way out,” he thought through his panicked brain. “No way out.”
“Come on,” Mel was saying as she started walking toward the door, glancing around as she walked. “We’d better get out of here before the police show up.” She stopped to wait for him to catch up. “That is, unless you really do want them to arrest you.”
Chad hurried after her. His heels making all too much noise, even over the other sounds around him. Exposed! Branded as a sissy. And now on view for the whole world to see what he really was. Deeply ashamed, he hurried after her, as if she would somehow keep him safe.

Mel was still furious, but she was also smiling that inward smile of satisfaction that she had whenever she scored big against an opponent. She hadn’t really dialed 911, she had only pressed the first three numbers of her own phone number. But the ruse had certainly worked. Her big problem now though, was what could she do to Chad later to really punish him? She had no doubt that his backside couldn’t stand much more of her yardstick so soon. Keeping that thought in the back of her mind, she went in and ordered Chad to grab a shopping cart.
Chad’s terror never diminished. In fact, all his senses seemed to be heightened. He had certainly worn women’s clothes before – lots of times, but only in the privacy of his own home. The only time he had ever worn them out of his house had been last night with Cassie and Sandy – and that was it. But now… He felt like such a fool! His overly aware senses noticed everybody who even might be looking at him. He could almost hear the clicking of his heels with each step he took. Each click sounding an alert to everybody else that said, “Look at me! Look at me!”
He was more aware than ever of how the heels felt on his feet, forcing his feet into an odd angle as he walked, his heels up off the ground, his toes forced tightly down, having to be more careful about how he placed each step so as not to twist his ankle because of the higher heel.
He was painfully aware of the mocking soft caress of his skirt as the hem brushed against his legs… his all too exposed legs. He was wearing a skirt – in public. How embarrassing. He even felt the embarrassment of having no pockets to hide his well manicured hands in.
His breasts stuck out far too plainly for his comfort too. But were they any bigger than any other woman? Not really he thought. In fact, probably smaller. But that fact didn’t really comfort him a bit.
He couldn’t see the makeup on his face, but he could taste his lipstick - an odd, yet interesting flavor. But with no wig, and on his face, the makeup alone shouted sissy to anyone who would see it.
He was doomed – forever. Exposed – forever. He felt so vulnerable. Afraid. And he had no choice but to follow Mel, one step after another, all through the terror-house called a grocery store. Why hadn’t there been a major earthquake last night? It would have been so nice. Now wouldn’t be a bad time for one either. Hurry Mel, please hurry. Or at least move a little faster. And curiously enough, he felt his cock start to grow again. Damn he needed some relief – and bad!

Mel was careful to walk calmly and slowly up and down each and every aisle. She knew that Chad behind her was scared. Really, she couldn’t blame him. But he had to know that this was coming. It was only logical. Besides, it was all part of his fantasy, wasn’t it? Not that it mattered in the end. He had signed away all his rights in favor of whatever she wanted him to do – with no say in the matter. And the truth was that making him squirm under her power was in reality very fulfilling to her.
She wondered only slightly what the other shoppers in the store thought about her… and Chad. She was sure that more than a few of them were put out by the sight of her with her sissy, but she was also sure that twice that many were secretly delighted. So she really cared even less about what everybody else thought.
She wasn’t used to doing a lot of grocery shopping. She usually just bought some diet TV dinners for herself to stick in the microwave. She could cook of course, but she knew she wasn’t really a good cook. She smiled, someday though, one way or another, Chad was going to be her “good cook.” But there were other things that had to come first.
She began picking up items that she didn’t often buy. Lots of salad fixings, a bottle of her favorite wine, even fruits and fresh vegetables. Did Chad know how to cook all the things she was buying? He could certainly learn, she decided. She wasn’t really a big beef fan, but some chicken breasts soon found their way into her cart as well.
She spent a very long time in the baby food aisle, looking over everything in it carefully. One of the reasons she spent so long was because she could almost feel Chad’s discomfort behind her. Was he getting hard again? She had no way of knowing. She almost hoped so – sort of. At the same time, she didn’t want him to be able to get hard either. It would be counter-productive. She had to remember that her pleasure was all that mattered, not his. She sighed, she was still new to all this. She knew she had a lot to learn. She wondered how she was stacking up against other doms – new ones anyway. Where did they learn the things they did? There were no classes in it anywhere that she knew of. All she knew was the little bit she had read on the internet – and her gut feelings. She wasn’t really planning on buying any baby food – yet, but she surrendered to her impulses and pulled down two boxes of baby cereal for him, smiling slyly at him as she did so.
In the drink aisle, she was careful to pull down lots of large bottles of things that she knew would keep him peeing. She bought three of the largest bottles of prune juice that she could find. Inwardly, she found that just looking at the stuff was revolting. She couldn’t imagine having to drink it – awful! But that wasn’t her problem. Chad would have to deal with that. Not Chad… Sissy!

Chad was ever so grateful as they finished the last aisle and headed for the checkout counters. Mel was certainly not hurrying, that was for sure. His cart was fully loaded and heavy. The heels he was wearing was making it harder to push. The amount of time they had spent in the store had dulled his fears, but only somewhat. The next hurdle would be getting through the checkout. But would she take him home after that? He certainly hoped so. Many of the things in his shopping cart were things that had to be put in the refrigerator right away. That fact alone gave him hope. He knew she was going to beat him again, he just no longer cared – that is, if she would just get him out of there and take him straight home.
But the long time in the store that had dulled his fears had also allowed his horniness to grow again too. Why did he have to have these peculiar needs? Not only had they cost him his marriage, but now his dignity too. Worse, the more he thought about them and about each and every little humiliation that Mel was putting him through, the more his need grew. There was no winning. He was thoroughly hooked and that was that. Doomed one way or the other. His name was Sissy now. A name that spelled out exactly what he was. And the more he dwelled on that, the harder his cock tried to get.
As they waited in line for the checkout, Chad was again all too aware of how close the other people around him were. Way too close for comfort. But then what distance would be a good distance? There wasn’t a good answer for that, not in public anyway.
He knew the question was coming as soon as he started unloading the groceries onto the conveyor belt. But she asked it softly. “Do you need to pee?”
He shook his head. “No, and I can’t anyway.” It was all he needed to say. In truth, he really didn’t need to pee. He had had almost nothing to drink or eat all day. Thankfully. But now he realized how hungry he really was. The nervousness in his stomach had kept him from feeling it earlier.
He expected Mel to be angry, but she only nodded her head and pulled out her credit card to pay for everything.
Walking back to the car and putting everything in her trunk was almost anticlimactic. He knew they were going home because they had things that had to be put away. More and more though, he began to worry about what she would do to him when they got there.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Bet - Chapter 8 (Saturday – week 1 Part 2)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 8 (Saturday – week 1 Part 2)

Mel kept Chad busy in his own apartment for the next few hours as she had him put everything in the bags away somewhere and started to make his place a bit more organized. At lunchtime, she went out and brought back some burgers for each of them and made him eat all of his, even though he was still full from all the donuts he had eaten earlier.
In his bathroom, Mel threw away every male item she could find and replaced it with something feminine instead. Suddenly, the only shampoo, deodorant, and razors that Chad had were now all female. And there were a lot of other feminine items on his counter too. The towels on his towel rack were now all pink as were the washcloths.
Chad had to put the little girl sheets on his blow-up mattress and the matching pillow case on his pillow. His blanket was neatly folded so as to leave no question about what kind of sheets were on the bed. His teddy bear was prominently propped up on his pillow.
The two cardboard chests were put together and all of Chad’s bras were place in one drawer while his pantyhose were placed in another. Mel took all of Chad’s male underpants, undershirts, socks, and the few pairs of panties he owned and put them together into a bag to take back to her apartment. Chad was devastated to see them go. Chad’s plastic panties went into the top drawer of the other chest, and the pink Barbie clock radio was displayed on top.
As Mel directed, Chad gradually rearranged his entire apartment to organize it better. Once most of the boxes were moved to better positions, the apartment began to look much better, but also a lot more empty.
Mel placed the only chair in his apartment in a more prominent place where she could always sit and watch him easier. Then she found the framed contract and handed it to him. Chad was more than surprised as soon as he saw what it was. He also wasn’t very happy about it. “Mel… why did you do that?” he said through his pacifier.
“Wait a minute, Chad,” she began.
Chad realized that he had complained again. Fearful of another beating, he quickly added, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to complain. It just surprised me, that’s all.”
But Mel held up her hand. Fortunately, she didn’t look all that upset. “Chad, don’t worry. There’s something else we need to discuss that I was going to bring up later, but right now is as good a time as any.”
Chad only relaxed slightly. “What?”
Mel took a deep breath. It felt like she was about to take another major step forward. Slightly frightening in a way. She looked at Chad, he was waiting. But she felt like she needed a more formal way to put across what she wanted to tell him. Just standing there with him felt all wrong. She walked over and sat in the chair and pointed to the floor in front of her. “Kneel down.”
With more trepidation than ever, Chad did as he was told and kneeled in front of her.
Mel felt a little like a queen sitting in that chair with her subject kneeling in front of her. “Chad,” she began. “I don’t think that it’s right that you call me Mel anymore. You’ve got to stop.” He looked at her questioningly. “From now on, I never want to hear you call me anything but Mistress. Got that? Mistress. No matter where you are or what you’re doing. Only Mistress.”
Chad took that in. It wasn’t so bad. In fact, it kind if made sense. Not only that, but it also fell right in line with all of his fantasies. He smiled up at her and said, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good. Now I want that contract hung right in the middle of that wall where everyone can see it.”

When he was done, Chad looked around at his apartment. Now that it was organized, it looked a lot better. It also looked a lot emptier. The only thing about the living room that he wasn’t happy about was the contract that was now displayed prominently on his wall. With only one chair in the entire room, anyone coming in couldn’t miss it. The vast empty space did make it easier for him to visualize the pool table he would soon have though.
His bedroom and bathroom worried him a bit. They now looked way too feminine and embarrassing should anyone see them. In a way, it stimulated him greatly, but at the same time, he was worried about anyone seeing them.
He expected that now that they were done, that Mel would be taking him back to her place and he was bracing himself for the trip out the door. But instead, she took him into his bathroom and changed his diapers again – and again inserting another of the dreaded suppositories. But this time, she didn’t lock the onesie back on him again. Instead she made him put one of the all-in-one girdles on again. That was soon followed by pantyhose and the highest pair of heels that he owned.
Mel looked at him critically. “You need makeup,” she decided. She went into his bathroom where they had put all the makeup that they had bought into one of the drawers. She started to pull various items out to put on him, then she stopped herself and put it all back. She looked at him. “You’re a sissy. You must have done this before. Show me what you can do.” And with that she reached out and pulled his pacifier out of his mouth and set it on the counter.
Chad was so relieved to have the thing gone. For hours now he had been only keeping it in his mouth by lightly clamping down on it with his teeth. He stretched his jaws for relief and walked over to the drawer full of makeup.
He would have much rather had her put the makeup on him. He had played with makeup once or twice before, but only a very little bit. Tentatively, he looked through the various items in the drawer. So much stuff. He saw some eye shadow and figured that would be good to start with. As best as he could, he spread some out on his eyelids. Mascara, he thought, that should be next. He found some in the drawer. It seemed to take forever for him to put some on, and even then he couldn’t really see it. Finally, he grabbed one of the lipsticks and smeared that on his lips. He examined the overall affect in the mirror. But he didn’t have to say it, Mel said it for him. “Pitiful! Absolutely pitiful! Look at you, you didn’t bother with any foundation, you did the eye shadow all wrong, none of the colors work right together, and don’t even get me started on how badly you did the mascara. Pitiful! Just pitiful!”
“Um, I really haven’t had much practice with any of this,” he admitted.
“Well, it shows!” She stopped and looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out how to proceed. She was tempted to do it all for him, but the guy really needed to learn. “Ok, wash it all off, then we’ll start with something basic.” As soon as Chad’s face was clean again, Mel had him find all the mascaras that were in the drawer, three of them, just so he would know for sure what they were. Then she made him practice over and over again putting it on. But finally she had had enough. “Ok, that’s enough for today. I have other things I need to do. You can practice more later.” She left his latest mascara job alone and began making up his face – completely.
When she was done, Chad looked at himself in the mirror. Wow! She had done a great job. He couldn’t believe how different, and certainly much more feminine he looked. He turned towards Mel. “I can’t believe how different I look! Thank you.”
“You’d better start learning to do all that, and learn it fast!” Mel replied. “Now let’s finish getting you dressed.”
Mel stuffed a couple of pairs of pantyhose into the cups of his all-in-one girdle, then she pulled a black skirt and a white blouse out of his closet and had him put them on. “Almost acceptable,” she noted. “Of course, there’s a lot of stuff you still need and there’s no way that you could ever pass for a woman… yet. But I guess I can’t expect too much since it’s only been a week.” She sighed. He was about as ready as she could get him right now. It was time for something else. “Back to the living room,” she ordered as she picked up his pacifier and took it with her.
Mel once again sat in her chair and pointed to the floor. Chad immediately kneeled in front of her, all the while, wondering what she wanted next. Calling her Mistress certainly wasn’t bad at all. But if there was one thing he had learned in the past week, she could be full of surprises. That fact worried him.
“What’s my name?” she asked.
Chad knew what she wanted. “Mistress,” he answered immediately.
“Say it again.”
Mel actually liked the sound of it. Just hearing him call her Mistress gave her a lot of pleasure. But she knew he would be less happy about what she wanted now. “That’s right!” she answered him. “I’m your Mistress. And as your Mistress… and because our contract says I can… I have a new command for you.”
Chad listened intently, but very warily.
“From now on, your name is no longer Chad. I never… ever… want to hear you tell ANYONE that your name is Chad. From now on, the only name you may use is… Sissy!”
Chad was stunned. “Sissy?” he repeated quietly in shock.
“Sissy! If I ever hear you even say the name Chad again, I’ll have your name changed legally and permanently. And if you think I can’t do that, then just think about how easy it is for anyone to change their names whenever they want. Women change them all the time when they get married don’t they?”
“Yyyyyes,” he stuttered quietly.
“And remember, I’m a lawyer, I deal with that kind of thing all the time. So I know how to do it. So if you don’t want it changed legally… yet… then I suggest that you try very hard to remember just what I told you.” She paused for a few minutes while she watched him trying to digest that. “Now, who are you?”
“Sissy,” he answered quietly and ashamed.
“Louder. Who are you?”
“Sissy,” Chad said a bit louder.
“Tell me your name!”
“I’m Sissy,” he said faster and louder.
“Good. I just hope you remember that.” Mel knew that it wasn’t actually as easy to change someone’s name as she had said it was, but she was also betting that he wouldn’t know that.
Chad was having a very hard time digesting his new name. Could she really change it legally on him? The more he thought about it, the more he was sure that she could. That could cause him some major complications. In fact, even during the course of this bet, he had no doubt that it was going to cause problems. His new name was supposed to be
Sissy? How utterly embarrassing. Worse, he felt like some tiny part of himself had just been ripped away.
Mel got up from her chair and picked up her purse that she had left by the front door. She dropped his pacifier inside. “Ok, Sissy, there’s something I promised someone you would do for them, and now you’re going to have to do it.”
Chad got to his feet, suddenly very worried. Do something for someone? He was already dreading whatever it was going to be. Especially dressed the way he was.
“I want you to go knock on the door of the apartment next door and introduce yourself properly to the two women in there. And I’m going to be right behind you so don’t you dare do anything wrong!”
Chad was aghast. “You mean those two women who…”
“Yes, those two! Now get moving. And remember, if I ever hear you speak the name Chad again… well, you’ll be more than very sorry!”
Swallowing very hard, Chad headed for his front door. Mel opened it wide and held it open for him. Earlier that day he had been outside over and over again wearing the embarrassing onesie. Now he was wearing a skirt and made up more like a woman. It was another complete embarrassment. He heard Mel locking his door behind him. He didn’t even have a key to get back into his own apartment. Slowly, his heels clip-clopped their way towards the apartment past his. He was supposed to introduce himself with his new name. He had to tell someone that his name was Sissy now. How was he going to do it? There were major butterflies in his stomach.
He stopped at the door and looked back at Mel. She was waiting. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and knocked, softly. He was silently praying that nobody was home. But his prayer wasn’t answered. He heard someone coming to the door. And then it opened. The woman with the short dark hair was standing there. Before Chad could say a word, she screamed with delight. “Oh! Look at you! So precious!” Then she turned to yell behind her. “Sandy, come look. Quick! See who’s here.”
The woman with the lighter colored long hair walked out of the bedroom. “Ohhh!” she squeeled in delight.”
The dark haired one opened the door. “Come on in, come on in.”
Chad did as he was told. At least he wasn’t outside anymore. Mel followed right after him. “Hi Cassie. Hi Sandy,” she said casually to the two women.
“Hi Mel,” the longer haired one, who Chad now guessed was Sandy answered.
“You brought us a present,” Cassie said, walking slowly around Chad, examining him critically. “He’s adorable. Of course, watching him earlier running back and forth may just have been one of the highlights of my life!”
Chad was praying again. He was praying for the floor to open up and swallow him. A major earthquake should do it.
Mel laughed. “I just thought it was time you finally met your new neighbor – properly!” Chad didn’t miss the emphasis she had placed on the last word.
“Ooooo,” Sandy squeeled. “It’s about time.” She and Cassie quickly stood next to each other excitedly. Chad noticed that Sandy reached out and grabbed the other girl’s hand and was holding it tightly.
He looked at Mel, she was waiting. He looked back at the two girls, they were waiting too. Oh God! He didn’t want to do this! But he forced words out of his mouth. “I just wanted to say that I’m your new neighbor next door. And my name is,” the pause was every so slight, but it was definitely there, “Sissy.” He had done it now. He had actually told someone – make that two people - that his name was Sissy. He would forever be branded with that name now.
The two girls both started squealing with delight. “Oh Mel,” Cassie said. “I love it! You know I have a girlfriend who everybody calls Sissy. Of course she’s a girl.”
“Yeah,” replied Mel. “I thought of that. It’s a common enough name for a girl, but more importantly, it will forever serve as a reminder to him of exactly what he is.”
Chad was praying harder and harder for that earthquake to swallow him up.
“I see he’s finally wearing makeup,” Sandy noted as she finally let go of Cassie’s hand.
“Ugh!” Mel grunted. “You should see how awful the job he did himself was. I had to do that for him. I’m afraid he’s going to need a lot of practice.”
“Well, makeup can be hard,” Cassie replied in a slightly taunting voice, as if she were sticking up for him. “It’s one of the reasons why I don’t use much myself.”
The two girls laughed, although neither Mel nor Chad knew exactly what about.
“Anyway,” Cassie continued, “makeup is really more of Sandy’s thing.”
“Well let’s be honest,” Sandy replied. “You don’t really need a lot of makeup with your job. I do.”
“Yeah, but you’re good at it. Mostly, I just don’t care.”
“That’s ok. I like you just the way you are.” The two girls laughed again.
The familiarity between the two women was hard to miss, especially in their own apartment. Definitely lesbians, Mel thought. Without a doubt.
Mel picked up on something that Sandy had said. “What kind of job do you have?” she asked her.
But it was Cassie who answered, “Oh, she’s an interior decorator. And she’s great! She just doesn’t think so yet.”
“Well, I’m not great. But I do think I do a pretty good job.” Sandy retorted.
“Pretty good… Mel, look at this place. It looks great doesn’t it?”
Mel had to agree, it really looked fabulous. All except for one small work area that was incredibly cluttered. “Yes, it does look good,” she replied. “Really good!”
While the women talked, Chad inched his way out of the way more and just remained silent and in the background. As long as nobody was paying attention to him, he was a lot happier. He wondered if he dared to sit down. She had made him wear his highest heels and they were starting to hurt his feet. While he listened quietly, he learned that Cassie was an aerobics and dance instructor in a women’s gym. That explained why she didn’t need a lot of makeup in her job. Cassie spent a few minutes trying over and over again to convince Mel to join the gym, but Mel was just too busy with her job. Because he was just standing still, Chad’s feet were starting to hurt more and more. He decided to chance sitting down. Slowly, so as not to attract too much attention, he moved over to one of the chairs and sat, being careful to smooth his skirt out under him as he did so. The women each glanced at him quickly as he sat down, but they were busy talking and went right back to it. He breathed a sigh of relief. But unfortunately, his movement brought the conversation right back to him.
“And how is his training going?” Cassie asked.
Chad was suddenly aghast. These women knew? Suddenly all three of them were looking straight at him again.
Mel sighed. “Ok, I guess. I’ve been force feeding him bottles of a green tea mixture that I make up. It’s supposed to be a strong diuretic and I’ve been making it really strong hoping that it will make him have to pee more. And I think it’s working. At least I hope it is.”
They were suddenly all looking at him. He realized they were looking for an answer. “It is.” Chad said. “Believe me, it is.” But they just continued to look at him. Were they expecting more? “Sometimes I think I’m peeing almost every half hour. It’s especially bad at night because it keeps waking me up. I haven’t slept well all week!”
Mel smiled at him. “Like I told you, just think how much better it will be when you learn to sleep through it.” All three girls started laughing hysterically.
Mel suddenly looked troubled. “That reminds me,” she said in her no nonsense voice. She pulled the pacifier out of her purse and stuck it into his mouth again. “That stays there!”
Chad was aghast. One humiliation on top of another, and there was nothing he could do about it. Sandy and Cassie started laughing at him all over again.
“It’s his latest phase of training,” she told them. “I think he looks adorable sucking on it like a good sissy baby. Don’t you think?”
“Oh definitely,” Cassie replied. “Definitely.” All the women enjoyed a good long laugh.
Chad couldn’t understand why that earthquake he was praying for should be delayed so much. He sat and listened as Mel began telling them a little about the things she had been putting him through all week. Things that Chad really didn’t want to be reminded of. Way too many incredibly humiliating things. He couldn’t blame them for laughing, if he were in their position, he would laugh too. And despite how embarrassing it all was, it was making him horny again. It certainly didn’t seem to take much anymore. He really needed some relief.
He had been only half-listening for a while now, mostly lost in reliving the embarrassments he had been through over and over again. He was enjoying it because he was feeling his horniness as an internal warmth. A delicious warmth that he was surprisingly enjoying. But he was jolted back to reality when Cassie said, “Maybe I can help.”
Chad desperately tried to remember what they had been talking about. Oh yeah, Mel had mentioned she was going to be putting suppositories up his rear end with each diaper change for the foreseeable future. She had been planning on making him drive to her office every day at lunchtime to change him and put another suppository in him, but her schedule wasn’t exactly the best for doing it.
“Where does he work?” Cassie asked. Mel told him. “I think I know where that is, and it’s only a few blocks from the gym. Why don’t you have him come to the gym at lunch every day and I can change him for you.”
Mel looked very surprised. “Are you sure?” she asked tentatively. “You know, he’s going to be messy.”
Cassie scoffed at that. “Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of a little mess. You wouldn’t believe how many women barf all over everything while they’re exercising and I have to clean that up. I can’t imagine that he could possibly be much worse.”
Mel shook her head. Chad was sure she was going to decline and he was very glad about that. Things were bad enough for him already. But Mel didn’t decline. “Well, if you’re absolutely sure about it. It really would be a big help.”
“Mel, you know I’ll be glad to do it.”
“Ok then,” Mel replied. “Staring Monday, I’ll send him to you at lunchtime. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure he has everything you need.” She looked over at Chad then and suddenly he was more afraid than ever.

That night, Chad laid down on his blow-up mattress and began sucking on the first of the three baby bottles that Mel had left with him. They were all taped at the top so he couldn’t dump them out. The darn pacifier she had been making him suck on most of the day was now pinned by a pink ribbon to his onesie where he was supposed to start sucking on it as soon as the last bottle was finished. And she had been very clear that he was supposed to keep sucking on it all night long. Ugh!
He was so tired. Bone tired. It had been a very long day and he hadn’t slept much all week. The new sheets he was laying on felt very nice against his hairless legs. The pillow case felt nice too. They were just embarrassing to look at. He had placed his teddy bear on the floor where it would be out of his way while he slept. He had a feeling that Mel wouldn’t exactly approve, but she hadn’t said anything about it earlier.
He replayed the day over and over again in his head. He had to call himself Sissy now. His new name. A girl’s name. A name that all too well described exactly what he was. How utterly embarrassing. That thought alone began making him grow hard again inside his already wet diapers. And starting next week he was going to have to have his diapers changed at lunchtime. That part he was actually really happy about. It had been difficult going all day, peeing as much as he now did, without having his diapers changed. He realized that just the thought of somebody changing him like a baby was also fueling his need for release. He needed to pee again, but knew he couldn’t. He was too hard, even inside of his diapers. He desperately tried to rub himself through his baby-doll nighty and the onesie that was again locked on him. But it was no good. The diapers she had been put on him again for the night were way too thick. He had thought that the cloth diapers would be more fun than the disposables, but in truth, they were just different. With the cloth diapers he could always feel it when he was wet, which was now almost always. But he was wet so much that he had quickly gotten used to it. Being wet all the time was beginning to feel normal to him. How interesting he decided. His aching cock gave another twinge, begging for relief. His balls were aching horribly too. Something that he was sure that Mel would care nothing about. He tried desperately again to rub enough sensation through his thick diapers to get some relief. But again he was left denied. He was so incredibly frustrated over it – and that too was fueling his desire. He couldn’t win.
It had only been a week. A long and horribly humiliating week. Every day had seemed to bring humiliation after humiliation. He had hated it and loved it. What would next week bring? One thing was for sure, she couldn’t do much more to humiliate him than she already had. That thought alone was comforting.
One week gone out of the two month bet. As he drank his bottle of the horrible tea, he felt his need to pee growing. He couldn’t pee of course as hard as he was, but just the fact that he knew he needed to pee so much let him know that he still had total control. As much as she had put him through, she hadn’t stripped anything away from him at all. He was going to win that bet. Of that he had no doubt at all.

Friday, September 18, 2009

The Bet - Chapter 8 (Saturday – week 1 Part 1)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 8 (Saturday – week 1 Part 1)

Mel woke up and stretched luxuriously. She felt better than she had in a very long time. Chad’s tongue had done absolute wonders for her and the way she felt. She glanced at her clock. Oh dear, she had slept a lot later than she had meant to. Poor Chad was still tied up in her living room. She actually smiled at that thought. The power that she felt over him sent waves of pleasure through her body once again. “Later,” she told herself. “Later.” Knowing how miserable he probably felt, she immediately got out of bed.
Chad was only half awake. It was nearly impossible to sleep well tied up on the floor as he was… not to mention having to pee into his diapers over and over again… not to mention occasionally having a mess sliding out of his rear end once in a while… not to mention trying to sleep with so much sexual need bottled up inside of him. If he thought he had felt miserable last night, he felt twice as bad this morning. He was so glad when he finally heard Mel stirring in her bedroom. He prayed she would release him soon.
Mel hurried over and began untying him. She could see how miserable he was. He looked like he hadn’t slept much again. She shouldn’t have slept so late herself. Tough though, the poor guy was just going to have to get used to it. As soon as he was untied, she let him rub his arms and legs and stretch for a few moments. By the way he was moving, she was sure he was really hurting. “I’ll meet you in the bathroom,” she finally said, and then she left him to recover a bit more.
Chad finally crawled into the bathroom. He knew she’d probably let him walk, but he wasn’t sure he could just then. Mel unlocked his onesie and helped him undress. Then she let him soak clean under the shower. The warm spray felt great against his whole body – except his blistered backside. That was still tender to the touch. When he was done, Mel began running the bath water and soon he was relaxing in the warm scented water while she shaved every bit of his body once again. After his bath, Mel diapered him again in soft cloth diapers that didn’t feel nearly as thick as they had the night before. But what distressed him was the suppository she shoved up inside him before she fastened his diapers again. He wanted to protest, but he dared not. At that point, he didn’t really care all that much anyway. He was too bone tired again.
Mel finished him up by locking the onesie back on him again and then had him put his heels back on. “Go lay down on the couch,” she instructed. “I’ll bring you your bottle.”
Chad gladly did as he was told. In truth, he really just wanted to go straight to sleep there, but since she had handed him the bottle, he knew better than to not drink it – now. Mel’s couch felt really great – comfortable. The bottle he was drinking seemed almost comforting after what he had been through the night before. Even though he hated the dreaded green tea, he drank it greedily. As soon as he finished his bottle, he closed his eyes and fell soundly asleep. Finally.

Mel dressed casually for the day in jeans and a t-shirt. This was going to be mostly a working day, so the clothes were appropriate. She had a few fun things lined up for Chad later, but there was work to do first. She walked into her living room and saw Chad fast asleep. She left him there and began searching through the bags he had brought in the night before. “Found one!” she said softly as she reached into the bag and pulled out a package of pacifiers. She opened the package and washed them carefully. Then she took one of them into the living room where Chad was sleeping.
Chad was sound asleep when he suddenly felt something being gently pushed into his mouth. He jolted half awake, “What?”
“Shhh! Here keep this in your mouth and don’t take it out,” Mel said softly. “Go back to sleep.”
In his half awake state, it took Chad a moment to realize what it was. He put his hand up to grab it.
“Don’t touch!” Mel cautioned him. “Keep it there and go back to sleep for a while.”
Sighing wearily, Chad did just that.

Mel busied herself in her apartment while she let Chad sleep for a while. She poked through the bags of things they had bought just to look at some of them again. A few things she pulled out and put away in her kitchen since she thought they would be useful. When she was done, she found the small hammer she kept in the apartment and a box of picture hangers. From her bedroom, she found both copies of the contracts that she had had framed and pulled them out. Hers she placed on her desk leaning against the wall until she could decide where to put it. Chad’s she placed in one of the bags along with the hammer and the hanger.
Mel let Chad sleep for about an hour before she decided it was time to wake him up and get busy. But when she went to wake him, she noticed that his pacifier had fallen out of his mouth and was just laying on the couch next to his head. She picked it up and put it back into his mouth. Chad woke up instantly.
“What?” He was still so groggy.
“Keep this in your mouth.” She held it till she felt him sucking on it again. “Come on, time to get up and get busy.”
Chad swung himself to a sitting position till he could wake up a bit more. He was so groggy still. He unconsciously reached for the pacifier in his mouth again and was stunned when she slapped his hand.
“Don’t touch!”
He got the point. It also helped to wake him up a bit more.
“Come on,” she coaxed him. “There’s a bottle waiting for you in the kitchen.”
“Oh hell,” he thought. As he stood up and began walking to the kitchen he weakly realized that he had to pee again. He barely thought about it as he wet himself.
As he sat down on the hard kitchen floor with his bottle, he realized just how tender his backside still was. He rocked back and forth trying to find a comfortable way to sit, but he couldn’t. Finally, he laid down on his side and put the bottle to his mouth. He couldn’t believe how much the beating she had given him still hurt. He’d have to think carefully about not doing everything she told him to right away from now on. She really knew how to make a point.
As he started in on the bottle, Mel asked him, “Are you usually a breakfast eater?”
“When I can,” he replied. “Sometimes I only have time for coffee, but when I can I grab something from a fast food place on the way to work.”
Mel nodded. “I’m going out for some donuts. I’ll be right back.” She started to walk away then stopped. “Can you cook?”
“A little, I guess,” he replied.
Mel nodded thoughtfully. “Well have to see. Maybe later we’ll go grocery shopping.” Then she walked out.
Chad was left alone with his baby bottle to finish. He didn’t dare dump it out or even think about getting up off the floor till he had finished it. But when he was done, he did get up and wandered around a bit. She wasn’t back yet, but he had no doubt that she wouldn’t be much longer. He really wanted to lay back down and sleep some more, but he didn’t dare do that either. Not wanting to cause any trouble for himself, he decided that maybe he should at least attempt to do something useful. So he began washing dishes – mostly baby bottles.
Mel came back with a box full of donuts and two large cups of coffee while he was still at the sink. She was more than pleased to see what he was doing. “Oh, what a good baby you are!” she told him as she set everything down on the counter. The compliment actually sent waves of pleasure throughout Chad’s body. While Chad finished what he was doing, Mel grabbed one of the baby bottles he had just washed and poured coffee from one of the cups into it. Chad had no question now about which cup was his.
As soon as he finished the dishes, Mel pointed to the box of donuts. “Start eating,” she said with her mouth full. The box held a dozen varying kinds of donuts, each one looking more appetizing then the next. He selected one and put it in his mouth. Very sweet, very tasty, and oh so good! He didn’t even think about it as he grabbed his baby bottle full of coffee to help wash it down. As soon as he finished the donut, Mel said, “Have another one.”
“May I?” he asked politely. Mel just pointed at them since her mouth was full.
As Chad was eating, Mel got up and left him. She went to her desk to catch up on some work, leaving him alone. “That was good. Thank you,” he called to her as soon as he finished the donut.
“Have another one,” she called from her desk.
“No thank you. I’ve had enough.”
“I said have another one!”
He was a bit surprised at her attitude, but he wasn’t about to not do whatever she said, besides, they really were good. So he ate a third one. This time, when he finished it, he walked out to where she was working. “I’m done,” he told her. “Is there anything you want me to do now?”
Mel looked around her. “Get busy,” she said simply. “Clean! There’s laundry to do, beds to be made, the carpet needs cleaning, the furniture needs…” But Mel stopped dead right there as soon as she saw the sudden surprised look on Chad’s face.
Chad had been listening to what Mel was saying and was just about to get busy, when the suppository she had put in him earlier decided to do its job. It was so sudden that he was filling his diapers without warning. It really felt more like everything in him was just falling out.
“What’s wrong?” Mel asked.
“I just…”
Mel nodded knowingly. She turned back to her work. “Get busy. And have another donut first.”
With the cloth diapers on instead of his usual disposable ones, Chad was more than ever aware of the mess inside of them. He felt the wetness too against his skin. And the longer he wore them now, the more the wetness and the mess seemed to irritate his already blistered rear end. The cloth diapers were thinner than the ones he had worn all night, but he had been tied up then, unable to move. Now he had to walk around and do things. And the awful mess in his diapers meant he had to move a lot more carefully. He was used to waddling around in thick diapers now, but having to constantly feel the wet mess in his backside caused him to waddle with even more of a wide legged gait. It was uncomfortable and he knew he looked silly doing it, but what choice did he have.
He started in on the laundry, but he had only started to load the clothes in the washer when Mel came to find him. “You forgot this,” she said, holding out his pacifier. “She stuck it in his mouth for him. Suck on it and don’t let me catch it out of your mouth.” Then she was gone.
Chad sighed. The woman could be very difficult. But damn if sucking on a pacifier like a baby wasn’t making him horny. Having to see the bright red polish on his nails while he worked was having the same effect on him too. Now if he could just figure out a way to get a little relief.
Chad’s work was slowed down a lot because Mel kept stopping him every half-hour or so to make him eat another donut or drink another baby bottle. As soon as he finished each time though, she made sure that his pacifier quickly went right back into his mouth again. His mouth was getting really tired from all the sucking, but every time Mel caught him putting his hand anywhere near the pacifier to take it out for a minute she yelled at him. His jaw was beginning to ache and his lips were going numb, but what could he do?
It was nearly noon before Mel finished with what she was working on and decided that Chad had done enough. When she found him, Chad thought that she was going to bring him another baby bottle to drink – thankfully, the donuts were finally all gone, she had made him eat ten of them and now he was so full that he couldn’t eat another bite if he tried. But Mel surprised him by deciding to change his sopping wet and messy diapers instead. That really pleased him. Unfortunately, what didn’t please him was that she inserted another suppository when she did it. Things were definitely getting worse he decided.
Once he was again dressed and firmly locked in his onesie, Mel told him to start taking all the bags from the stuff he had bought last night back to his apartment. But the thought of going outside dressed like he was, shocked him too much. Without stopping to think about what he was doing, he said, “What? I can’t! Not like this!” Even though the words were slightly blurred by the pacifier in his mouth, the panic in his voice was plainly evident.
Mel’s reply wasn’t loud and it wasn’t fast, but was enough to let Chad know instantly that he had messed up, and bad. “Shall I get my yardstick again?”
Chad nearly panicked. He had been really glad all morning that everything she had him doing didn’t require him to sit down. With a huge amount of trepidation, he picked up his keys and as many bags as he could carry in his arms at one time and headed for her door, mentally bracing himself for the dash outside to his own apartment. But Mel’s voice cut through the room, “Only two at a time.” Chad looked at her like she was crazy, but she wasn’t. “Would you rather do it one at a time?” she added.
Chad set all but two of the bags down on the floor again. He realized it would be easier to manage since he had to unlock his door anyway. Maybe he could get back and forth quicker. Dreading it horribly, he went out and ran for his own apartment as fast as the heels on his feet would allow. But just coming up the top of the steps ahead of him was one of the girls from the apartment past his. He heard her surprised little scream as he quickly unlocked his door and ran inside, closing it just as quickly behind him.
But then he had to go back again. He waited a moment to let the woman get back inside her own apartment before he opened his door again. He cautiously looked out. The darn woman was standing right next to her door, looking straight at him. He ducked back inside again and waited a few moments longer, then he looked back again. She was still there! Darn it! The damn woman wasn’t going away. Not having any choice, he ran out and back to Mel’s apartment.
“What took you so long?” Mel asked.
“One of those women from the other night was out there and she saw me.”
Mel smiled. “Did she like what she saw?”
Chad groaned and picked up two more bags. But when he went outside, not only was the woman out there, but her dark haired friend was out there too. Both of them, just standing there watching him. Once again he ran for the safety of his own apartment. This time, he didn’t even wait. He quickly set the bags down and ran back out for another load. The quicker he got this over with, the better.
“That was fast this time,” Mel noted. “I take it she’s gone now.”
“No! Not only is she out there, but so is her friend!”
“Really now,” Mel was a bit surprised but was suddenly enjoying Chad’s new discomfort. Not wanting to spoil it, she said nothing, but as soon as he was back out the door with another load, she poked her head out to see what was going on. She nearly burst out laughing.
Chad went out through Mel’s door and almost stopped dead. Fortunately, he collected himself just in time and continued on ahead. Both women were still there, but now one of them had found a lawn chair and was sitting on it with her drink. They were both out there just to enjoy the show. “Wooo hooo!” he heard one of them shouting as he continued towards his own apartment. Yeah, they were enjoying the show all right. A little too much.
On the return trip to Mel’s apartment, he heard them clapping and shouting again. But now Mel herself was leaning in her doorway watching the show too. He wasn’t running anymore. Just very resigned, he grabbed more stuff and continued moving it to his place. But a little too late, he realized that maybe all the running he had just done hadn’t been a really good idea, because as he was halfway between apartments again, the latest suppository did its job. And just like before, it was so sudden that there was no real warning. All the donuts he had been eating all morning hadn’t helped at all either. He stopped dead when it happened with a terrified look on his face. When he could continue walking again, it was much more gingerly. The two women in front of him were obviously wondering what had happened, but he heard Mel laughing openly behind him.
He dropped the bags off and went back for another load, cursing the fact that they had bought so much stuff and that the store had insisted on putting so few items in each bag. But when he went back out, Mel was just passing him on her way to see the two women. Again, walking – or more like waddling – gingerly, he went back for another load. The women all laughed and talked as he made the last of the trips. He couldn’t imagine anything in the world more embarrassing than what he had just done. When he was done, he left his door open because he had no doubt that Mel would soon follow him into his apartment. He went to his blow-up mattress and buried his head in his pillow. If only the world would swallow him up right now so he couldn’t feel the embarrassment anymore.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

The Bet - Chapter 7 (Friday - week 1 Part 3)

The Bet
by Karen Singer

Chapter 7 (Friday - week 1 Part 3)

Once they were home, she had Chad carry everything up to her apartment, even though most of it was going to go to his place. It took him several trips but fortunately it was dark and in the dim lights he didn’t feel quite so exposed.
While Chad was lugging bags up to her apartment, Mel began filling baby bottles again with tea. But her mind was mostly on something else. What about her needs? In the middle of bottle number six, she came to the obvious answer.
As soon as Chad was finished bringing everything up, Mel handed him a baby bottle and sat him down on the kitchen floor with it. He was so used to that by now that he hardly gave sucking on it a thought. What was on his mind was his earlier question, would she allow him some much needed relief? He watched from the floor as she finished filling all too many bottles and put the pitcher back into the refrigerator. Her mind seemed to be elsewhere. He was tempted to ask her again, but something about her mood stopped him. He was soon left alone on the kitchen floor while she was busy in the living room where he couldn’t see her.
“I’m done,” he called out finally.
“Get another one,” she yelled from the living room.
Chad wasn’t at all happy about the tone of her voice. Something was eating her. But so as not to make any trouble for himself he got another of the bottles and sat back down to drink it. He peed twice before he could finish it. “I’m done,” he finally called again. “And I peed… twice,” he added.
“Good! Now get your ass in here!”
Chad was really surprised at her attitude. Not to mention a bit apprehensive too.
“Strip!” she said in her no-nonsense voice.
Chad began getting undressed, all the while watching her. She didn’t look happy. What had he done now?
Mel waited till he was completely naked. “Now drape yourself over the coffee table again like you did before. You know the drill.”
Chad was scared, but he did as he was told. “What did I do?” he asked as Mel began fastening the first rope to his outstretched wrist. But Mel remained silent, only determined. A few minutes later, Chad was completely restrained, if anything, even tighter than the last time. Mel left him for a few minutes then came back again. Woosh! Chad felt the burning sting as whatever she was hitting him with, hit his backside again. “Ouch!” he cried.
“Do I have your attention now?” Mel asked right next to his ear. But she didn’t wait for an answer before she brought her yardstick down on him again. “How about now?” “Yes! Yes, you have my attention!” Chad screamed.
“Good!” Mel brought the stick down again and Chad’s body jerked as much as it was able, which wasn’t very much. She got down next to his ear again. “Now let’s get this straight. When I tell you to do something, you do it!” She brought the yardstick down again. “Got that?”
“Yes!” Chad screamed. “I thought I was!”
“Not even close. First of all, when I told you to drink both those bottles last night, you didn’t! Did you think I’d forget about that?” She brought her yardstick down again. “And then tonight, when I told you to wet yourself in that store you didn’t!” This time, she brought her stick down on him twice.
“But I couldn’t! It’s impossible! Guys can’t do it when they’re hard!”
She brought her stick down again. “Then we’re just going to have to work on a way so you won’t get hard anymore, won’t we.” She had said it so evilly that Chad actually shuddered. Mel moved around to his other ear. “And that brings up another subject. I don’t care about your needs. Your needs don’t matter! If you have any questions about that then go look at the contract again. My needs are all you should be thinking about. Not yours, mine! So think about that… and this!” And with that she started bringing her yardstick down on his backside over and over again, as hard as she could.
Through the pain, Chad soon realized that the last beating he had taken was nothing to the ferocity of this one. He was soon in real agony. Mel finally stopped and he began gasping for breath. But Mel was only switching to the other side of him and then the beating began again. Tears were falling from his eyes as agony increased.
Mel felt her arms growing tired. Chad’s backside was red and close to bleeding. She realized she was breathing hard. She stopped to examine her handiwork. Chad was totally miserable. She really hadn’t meant to beat him so much, but something just wasn’t sitting right with her. She realized that she would probably be starting her period soon and maybe that had fueled her rage. But really, there was something else. She watched him closely, he was writhing against his bonds. There were a few tears staining his face. And then it hit her. He was in agony, there could be no question about that, but what she wasn’t seeing was the deep down remorse she wanted him to feel inside. Frustrated, she brought her yardstick down on him a few more times. She had punished him badly. There was no question of that, but inwardly she was looking for a different reaction than he was incapable of giving. Men! What was it with them?
Frustrated, she threw her yardstick down and went to her bedroom to find her cell phone. She went into her bathroom and closed the door where she could be sure there would be no way for him to hear her and dialed a number. Gloria, her therapist was probably not at her office right now and she was right. She left a message. “Gloria, this is Mel. I have another little request that I’d like to see if you can work into your next session with Chad. If it’s possible… whenever I punish him… I’d really love to see him crying like an absolute baby!”
Feeling better and at least a little calmer, she left her bathroom and put her phone away. The she began gathering up everything she would need to rediaper him and get him ready for the night ahead.

Chad was ever so grateful when she finally began removing the ropes from his hands. As soon as he was able, he rolled onto the floor again and just writhed a few minutes against the pain from the ropes and especially the pain in his backside.
But Mel was all business. “Roll over,” she commanded.
He immediately rolled onto his stomach so she could work on his rear end. Chad felt the familiar cooling effect of the lotion as she rubbed it gently on him. A cooling effect that did nothing to alleviate the pain. She managed to work the lotion as far under him as she could, massaging his penis in ways he hadn’t expected, and then her hand was gone all too soon. He felt her insert another of the suppositories, he inwardly groaned, he really wished she hadn’t. But then he felt her inserting another one. He wanted so badly to protest, but he dared not. He hardly felt all the powder she was sprinkling on him. Then she rolled him over again and he realized that something felt different. Whatever she had rolled him over onto felt softer, thicker. More powder followed, although he could hardly feel it. What he really wanted to feel was her hand touching him again. But she didn’t, not at all. More frustrated than ever, he felt her pulling up his diapers. But they felt different. They were cloth this time he realized. Very thick, very soft, cloth diapers. Where had she gotten them from? She struggled at his waist to insert the diaper pins. When she was done, she leaned back and brushed her hands together in satisfaction. He realized that she had actually managed to pin the diapers onto him fairly tightly. Where had she learned to do that so well? He soon felt her pulling up his plastic panties. But those too felt different, newer. He wanted to look at it all, but he couldn’t see much from the position he was lying in on his back. He really, really wanted to ask her again to let him get himself off, but she had made her point about that perfectly clear. He’d just have to wait for a better opportunity.
“Ok,” she told him, “stand up.”
Chad got to his feet and took the opportunity to look down at what he was wearing. The plastic panties were mostly clear but had cute pink cartoon characters printed all over them. Extremely childish. Through the clear part of the plastic, he could just make out the pink diaper pins that held his cloth diapers together. “Where,” he started to say.
“From the internet,” Mel replied. “And that’s not all I got you.” She held out a strange looking garment. “Here, put this on.” She handed him one of the onsies that she had bought.
Chad practically blushed just looking at it because the material was an obviously very childish girl pattern. He turned it around trying to figure out the best way to put the thing on. Finally he stepped into it from the back and pulled it up over his arms. Mel came around behind him and zipped up the back. The he felt her doing something else at the top of the zipper and suddenly he heard a soft click.
“There!” she said, sounding very satisfied. “That should keep you out of trouble.” Mel stood back to examine her handiwork. “Don’t you look soooo cute now,” she laughed. “Don’t you just love your new diapers and onesie? From your reactions to things in the store earlier I’m sure you probably do.” She looked at him evilly. “Ok, baby. If you want to jerk yourself off, do it now while I’m still feeling generous. In fact, if you need to take anything off to help you do it better, then get to it. Just don’t take too long.”
Chad couldn’t believe it. He just stared open-mouthed at her while she sat on her couch in front of him and watched him. But an opportunity was an opportunity. He started trying to rub himself through everything he was wearing, but the diapers were too thick to feel hardly anything. The thick cloth diapers seemed to make feeling anything even more difficult than the disposables were. He rubbed his hands down his chest and waist. The darn garment she had put on him had no waist opening so he couldn’t get his hands inside his diapers that way. He reached for the zipper at the back, and froze. There was something fastened to the zipper. A lock he quickly realized. The bitch had locked him into the garment. He began tearing and pulling desperately at the onesie all over, but he was getting nowhere. He looked up to see Mel laughing at him.
“What’s the matter, baby? Having trouble?” She laughed again. “That onesie is supposed to be made very strong and all the openings are reinforced with material that you can’t cut with a knife or scissors. I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to get out of it till I let you out.”
Chad just stared at her unbelievingly as she got up from the couch again. The bitch. She had found still another way to make his life miserable.
“Now,” she commanded, “down on your knees again.” Her no-nonsense voice dropped Chad to his knees quickly. She grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back where she tied his wrists together again. Then Chad felt her tying his ankles too. “Just stay there,” she taunted as she left him for her bedroom. A minute later, she was back again with a scarf in her hands. She blindfolded him tightly, making sure he couldn’t see anything.
Chad heard her pushing something in front of him, the coffee table he figured. Then he heard her moving around for a few minutes longer, but he had no way of knowing what she was doing. Very warily he waited. It’s all he could do.
Mel pushed the coffee table out of the way. Then she waved her hands in front of his face a few times, making sure that he couldn’t see anything. She was very nervous about what she was going to do next, but darn it, she had needs too. Very slowly she nervously removed her slacks and then her panties so she was naked from the waist down. She sat on her couch, directly in front of him and looked at him. Even blindfolded she could tell that he was worried about what she might do to him. He looked totally ridiculous dressed as he was and she loved it. It was the total control over him that excited her in ways she hadn’t realized.
It was time. “Ok, baby. Crawl forward to me.”
Not having the use of his hands, Chad began inching his way forward on his knees. He turned his head left and right, but he could get no sense of how far he had to go. “Keep coming,” he heard her say, closer now. He kept moving. “Stop!” she commanded.
Mel looked at him. So close, yet so far. The excitement of what she was doing was surging through every part of her body. She reached out and grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him down into her waiting crotch. “Lick!” she commanded.
Chad felt her grab his hair, then he was almost thrown off balance when she pulled him down. His nose landed right in her pungent waiting sex. He was so surprised by it all that he tried to jerk away, but her hands holding his hair wouldn’t let him. Her command to lick got through to him. He had never done this before. Very tentatively, he reached out with his tongue until he felt it touch her, and he gave a small lick.
The gentle first touch of his tongue sent waves of lightning bolts all through Mel. It felt so delicious. But she wanted more. She pulled his head much harder into her waiting sex and ground her hips forward, urging him to lick harder, then harder still. This was power. This was excitement. This was what life was all about! And she loved it.

Later that night, Chad tried to collect his own feelings. He was bound once again as he had been a few nights ago in her living room. She had finally gone to bed again, unlike himself, fully sated. He was still terribly horny, but he was helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to move, to change positions, but he could do nothing at all. His bonds were too tight. The suppositories she had put in him had started to do their work before she was finished with him. The result seeming to make her even more excited. He wet again. It was getting easier. Too easy. Almost like being incontinent. He tried to fall asleep in the position he was in, but in his half dreaming state, he was all too excited by the dreams he had of really becoming incontinent. The same dream he had had the night before. If only, if only. But he knew for a fact that it couldn’t really happen. This had been a fetish of his for a long time. All the research he had done on the subject told him it would take a good nine or ten months… at least. Even if he wanted it badly. But right now, he wanted to win the bet even more. Still, it was an awfully pleasant dream.