Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Mister Mike - Chapter 26 – Part 1 of 3


The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer


Chapter 26 – Part 1 of 3

     There was no doubt about it, the only true joys in my life anymore were the two times a day I got to change Ashley’s diaper.  There was just something so satisfying about fastening her into one of those big monstrosities that I simply couldn’t help feeling that way.  And as far as I was concerned, she deserved every bit of misery those diapers could bring her.
      “Why do you wear a big diaper?” she hit me with the question the moment I had finished taping her diaper on her.
      “Because I’m a big baby and I want everyone to know it,” is what I replied.  But while I was curtseying, I really wanted to ask her the same question.  Why was she wearing a big diaper too?  I didn’t bother asking though, it would probably only make her mad, and I didn’t need that.  I noticed that once again she tried to hide that big diaper under what was probably the fullest skirt she owned.

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     No surprise, we had company that day.  Chris and his new girlfriend Crystal, and Amanda and her boyfriend Jimmy were all there.  And of course, they all ogled my new maid’s dress that Ashley had locked on me that morning – just for them.  They had all seen pictures of the dress, but they still seemed to enjoy laughing at the real thing.  I quickly found out that my diaper was definitely on display below that skirt, since each one of them not only commented on it, but it was Amanda who was the first to notice when a few more of the designs on the front of my diaper went missing.  How embarrassing.
     Of course, Ashley made me go through each of my little curtsey speeches for them a number of times, and of course she made me stand in front of that dumb board and drink a baby bottle full of water.  To be honest, all of it was simply what I expected. 
     What surprised me, was that after dinking my bottle from that board, they pretty much left me blissfully alone for a little while.  That is, until Ashley suddenly found me in my room, and much to my dismay, locked those darn shoe locks on me again.  Why bother?  And then I found out why when Ashley said goodbye and that they were all leaving to go to Amanda’s apartment.  Oh such happiness, I’m sure for Ashley since she was finally getting out with her friends, and also for me, because she was gone.  Not such happiness for me because I was stuck in those locked on heels, and now a locked on dress as well.  I couldn’t change anything if I wanted to.  Well, I could change my diaper I guess, but what would be the point?  It didn’t need it yet.
     Since I had the time, I went in and sat at my desk in front of my computer.  According to Joanna, just before she left for home, I was “supposed” to be spending half an hour looking at all the porn stuff I used to love on my computer – while locked in that darn chastity device.  I booted up my computer but I didn’t go anywhere near that stimulating stuff.  I had enough problems as it was.  I spent a very pleasant few hours playing a game instead.  And when I had to pee, I didn’t even have to stop playing the game – one of the very few positive things about wearing a big fat diaper!
     When dinnertime came, I started wondering when Ashley would get back.  I waited a while, but she didn’t show.  Did I need to plan anything for her?  She was out of those casts now, she could take care of herself, but still, if she was coming home for dinner, would it be better to wait for her?  I finally phoned her to find out.  She quickly told me to fuck off and not worry about her.  Such nice language from such a nice girl. 
     As I started figuring out what I would make myself for dinner I had another thought.  Ashley had been in that big diaper all day now.  I was due to change her soon.  Would she be home for that?  I’d have to wait and see.
     I ate dinner, I watched some TV, I played my game on the computer for a while more, but Ashley was still gone.  That was good, but I still wondered how big her diaper was starting to get.  For that matter, what did her friends think about her being stuck in diapers?  Had she even told them?  One thing I figured for sure, since it had been so long now since I put that diaper on her, despite that full skirt she was wearing, there was no way she could hide that bulky thing forever. 
     It was getting close to ten o’clock.  Was Ashley going to stay away all night?  I was locked in my dress, locked in my heels, and that didn’t even count being locked in that darn chastity device.  Was I going to have to go to bed dressed the way I was? 
It was at that point that someone suddenly rang my doorbell.  Ashley.  I had no reason before to get her a house key.  I hurried in my locked on heels and locked on clothes of course, to the door.  The moment she came in, she stormed right passed me so fast I thought a tornado had blown in. 
      “Ashley…”  But she was gone. 
     I closed and locked the front door but by the time I followed her down the hall, she was in her room with the door locked.  “Ashley,” I called loudly through the closed door.  “Do you need your diaper changed before bed?”
      “Damn right I do!” she yelled back.  “I’ll be out in a minute!”
     It was more like five minutes before she finally made an appearance.  She was no longer wearing the clothes she had been in, but had on one of those big unsexy house dresses she had spent so much time in instead. 
      “What’s wrong?” I asked.  “You came in so fast you nearly knocked me down.”
      “Nothing’s wrong,” she replied.  “Except that I need a key so I can get in.  I don’t want to wait around for you to open the door all the time.  And besides, I’ll be starting work soon.  I need a damn key to your house!”
      “No problem,” I replied.  “I’ll get you one.  I just didn’t think about it before.”
      “Well get it now!”
      “You don’t want me to change you first?”
      “Just get me the damn key!” she said.  “I’ll be in my room.  You can change me there.”
     It only took me a few minutes to find a spare house key.  While I was at it, I put another one on my keyring since Joanna had the one I usually carried.  Not that I really needed one, I always came in and went out through the garage with the automatic opener.  I grabbed the baby lotion from the box and a fresh diaper and headed for her room. 
     I set the key on her dresser next to her purse.  Ashley grabbed one of her text books and laid on the bed.  She pulled that big housedress up out of the way, opened the book up and started reading, acting like she was ignoring what I was doing completely.  If that’s the way she wanted to play it, so be it. 
     I opened the tapes on her diaper, and took it off her.  I was quite surprised to find that it wasn’t nearly as wet as I thought it would be.  “Geez!” I said.  “Not too bad at all.”
      “I haven’t had anything to drink at all since this morning!” she said rather angrily without taking her eyes from her book.
     I guess that explained it.  I got her cleaned up, lotioned up, and rediapered.
      “Now get out of here!” she ordered like she was angry about something.  “And make sure you get yourself a bottle before you go to bed.”
     I started out of the room before I remembered.  “Ashley, you’ve still got me locked in this dress and these heels.  I’ve got to go to work in the morning.”
      “Tough!” she said, never looking up from the book.  “If I’ve got to deal with wetting another diaper, you can deal with that for the night.”
     Ugh!  “What the hell happened today that’s got you so upset?”
     She finally looked up from her book.  Did she look angry?  I actually wasn’t sure.  “Nothing!” she said.  “I had a great time.  All day.  It’s the first chance I’ve had to get out of here in over a month!”
      “Then what’s got you so upset?”
     She grunted angrily.  “Okay,” she said as she closed her book.  She got up from the bed, opened her dresser and pulled out a stack of keys.  Five minutes later, I left her room with every lock on me unlocked – except my chastity device.  She had never answered my question as to what was wrong, and quite frankly, I didn’t care.  I was simply happy to be able to get out of everything I was wearing.  Well, almost everything.  I was still locked into that darn chastity device.  Would Joanna remove it before my mother got there next week?  I could only hope!

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      “Hi Mike,” Joanna’s voice said over my cell phone Monday morning shortly after I had gotten to work.
     I was only surprised because she had called instead of texted.  “Hi Joanna,” I replied.
      “Have a good day yesterday?” she asked.  “I got nothing all day from Ashley.”
      “Yeah,” I replied.  “She spent the day out with her friends.  She didn’t even get back until late last night.”
      “Oh.  I see,” she said.  “I guess that explains it. 
      “Yeah.  I kept waiting for her to come home so I could change her diaper, but she surprised me by how late she stayed out.”
      “Really?” she exclaimed.  “I guess she was having fun.  And after being cooped up for so long, I certainly can’t blame her.”
      “Me either,” I replied.
     She laughed.  “So just how bad was her diaper when you changed her?  Was it leaking?”
      “Nope.  Not even close.  I was really surprised by how wet it wasn’t.”
      “It wasn’t?” she repeated.  “She hadn’t wet it?”
      “Oh, it was wet, but not really that bad at all.  At least not as bad as I expected it to be.  But she said she hadn’t had anything to drink at all since that morning.”
      “I guess that could explain it,” Joanna replied.  “Thanks Mike,” she said.  “Have a good day.”
      “You too.”
     That night, when I changed Ashley’s diaper again, it was certainly quite wet, but not nearly as bad as I expected it to be.  Was she still not drinking anything all day?  It was the only conclusion I could think of.  I didn’t get to think about it very long though, because once again Ashley subjected me to another half hour of endlessly answering why I was either a big sissy or a big baby, and then curtseying and trying to wet myself, which of course I never actually tried to do at all. 
     When Ashley finally tired of that game, I was “rewarded” by being banished to my office to spend nearly a full hour of looking at all that stuff on my computer that had turned me on way too much.  Ha!  Ashley was leaving me alone so she could study, and I didn’t go anywhere near that stuff.  I played games instead.  My chastity device didn’t bother me at all when I was killing enemy soldiers by the dozen.
     Once again before bed, I had to spend time standing on my tippy toes drinking from that bottle stuck into my unsexy board, while Ashley laughed and took more pictures.  And I knew that Ashley was going to make me drink another bottle when I laid down in bed.  I wanted to make Ashley drink that many bottles before bed…and all day too!  Maybe then her diapers would be a lot more soaked than they were lately. 
     While struggling to stand that high on my toes and keep drinking, I let my mind wander…it really had nothing better to do.  But where it wandered to was the problem.  I continued to think about being out of that chastity device and humping my bed like I used to do…or to making love to Joanna again…and a few times, my mind also thought about the demeaning process of having sex with the hole in that dumb board I was just then drinking my bottle from.  All those thoughts were nothing but heaven.  And every one of those thoughts were just as much nothing but pure hell! 

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     What are we going to do about my mother? I texted Wednesday morning.  My mother was due to arrive Saturday afternoon, and that time was getting closer.  I was getting more and more worried about it.
     Don’t worry, I’m making plans, Joanna texted back.  I was able to arrange to take Sunday off so I can be there the entire weekend.  I was just contemplating the fact that she was going to be there for three days instead of two, when I got another text from her.  Will your mother be staying at the house with us?
     I don’t know, I replied.  She never has before.  She’s always stayed at a hotel.
     Find out!
     Actually, it sounded like a good idea.  I immediately texted my mother.  I didn’t get a reply until several hours later, but then my mother often liked to sleep very late in the mornings. 
     Don’t worry Michael, my mother texted back.  I don’t want to disturb you and your girlfriend that much.  I’m much more comfortable staying at a hotel.  I’ve already got one booked near the airport.  Can you pick me up when I arrive?
     No problem, I texted back.  I’ll be there.
     You and your girlfriend both I hope.  I can’t wait to meet her.
     I didn’t reply to that.  Ashley was NOT my girlfriend.  She was…a horror!  I texted Joanna about what my mother’s intentions were.  I got a quick text back saying that it was all no problem.  Joanna may have thought it was no problem, but I certainly didn’t see it that way at all.
     That night, I noted once again that Ashley’s daytime diaper wasn’t nearly as wet as her nighttime diapers were.  Was she still not drinking anything during the day, and why was she wetting so much more at night?
     And then of course, I was “supposed” to be spending more time looking at the porn on my computer, probably to make my balls ache more than they already were.  Since Ashley wasn’t paying any attention to me, I found the computer games much less painful, for me.  For the enemy soldiers I was killing, not so much. 
     And then I heard Ashley calling me.  I quickly shut down my game and went out to see her. 
      “Why are you wearing a big fat diaper?” she asked the moment she saw me heading for her.
      “Because I’m a big baby and I want everyone to know it.”  Curtsey, holding in that drop down position for a moment, then finally come up.
     Ashley laughed.  “I can’t wait till your mother gets here.  “By that time, I’m going to have you so used to doing this that when I ask, you won’t be able to help yourself.  You’ll tell her what a big idiot you are, and then show her how well you can curtsey.”  She started laughing rather hysterically then. 
     My mind raced at the horror of such a thing.  Ashley had better not try asking me that.  I had no intentions of doing anything like that at all while my mother was in town.  Nothing at all of this humiliating life would be out where my mother could possibly find any of it.  While I was struggling a little while later to drink that bottle while standing on my tiptoes, I made a mental note to ask Joanna to make sure Ashley would be on her best behavior for the entire time my mother was there.

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     Joanna.  Call me when you get a chance, I texted first thing Thursday morning. 
     It was nearly half an hour later before my cell phone rang.  “What’s up Michael?”
      “I just want you to please make sure Ashley…um…behaves while my mother is here.  The reason she’s got me practicing all that curtsey stuff is because she intends on hitting me with one of those dumb questions right in front of my mother.  I don’t need that!  I don’t want my mother finding out about any of this at all.  Nothing!  In fact, I’d rather have Ashley out of here for that entire time.”
      “Don’t worry Michael,” Joanna replied.  “I have a feeling that by that time, Ashley will be a completely different person.  Trust me.  I’ll make sure you’ve got nothing to worry about.  You just have to do whatever I tell you, and it will all be fine.”
      “Whatever you tell me?  Like what?”
      “Like whatever I decide.  I’m going to handle everything, and if you do as I say, I promise your mother will never know anything.  I’ve got it all planned.”
      “But…”
      “Michael…trust me, okay?  I’m a mother.  I can take care of this with no problem.  In fact, I’m very much looking forward to meeting your mother.”
      “You are?”
      “Of course!  I can’t wait.  Now Michael, I’ll be there on Friday as usual and I’ll start getting things in order as soon as I get there.  Oh, and by the way.  Ashley will be starting back to work next Wednesday.”
      “Wednesday?”
      “Yes.  She got the schedule I told her to request.  Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday.  That will give her a full day to rest and recover after each of her long hospital shifts.  Her leg isn’t back to full strength yet and she’ll be on her feet all day.”
      “Sounds good, I guess.  I’m just worried about my mother.”
      “Like I said, don’t worry.  I’ll handle everything.”
     That was easy for her to say.  I didn’t exactly see it that way.  She hung up before I got the chance to ask if she would be removing my chastity device.  My balls were aching.  I couldn’t wait!

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     I got a text from Joanna late Friday morning.  I’m here.  I have some difficult things to handle today but don’t worry.  I’ll call or text before you leave work.
     Difficult things?  Like what?  What needed to be done was to remove all the humiliating things from my house, move Ashley back into the guest bedroom, and move me back into my own bedroom – where I belonged!  All before my mother got there.  I thought about all the work that was going to take.  Maybe that’s what Joanna had meant by having some difficult things to handle.  That was quite a bit to do and I wouldn’t be there to help until tonight.  But I was now looking forward to that…and getting back into my own bedroom.  And I was really looking forward to getting out of that damn chastity device!
     I got another text from Joanna shortly before I left to go home.  When you come home tonight, I expect you to be in heels, but don’t lock your shoes up – unless you want your mother to see your pretty shoes.  Hurry home please.  I need you as soon as possible! 
     Her text surprised me on many levels.  Foremost was her last statement that she needed me as soon as possible.  The other thing was that she still wanted me to wear my heels home like usual.  I wasn’t intending on wearing them at all.  Possibly never again.  So should I wear the heels like she wanted, or just forget them? 
     Just before leaving the office I texted her one more time.  I wasn’t planning on wearing my heels home.  We need to pack all that stuff up and get it out of the house!
     A few minutes later, she responded.  Michael, you had better wear those pretty heels home, or you’ll be facing dire consequences.  Need I say more?
     I of course texted back.  I’m worried about my mother!
     She texted, I know you are.  But she doesn’t get here until tomorrow afternoon.  Now behave and get home – soon!
     Ugh!  A few minutes later, I went out to my car and put my heels on.  Out of habit, I came very close to locking my male shoes up again.  I stopped myself just in time.  I drove home wondering why Joanna was insisting that I get home as quickly as possible. 

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Friday, May 18, 2018

Mister Mike - Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2


The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer


Chapter 25 – Part 2 of 2

     I was back in my silly maid’s dress (that didn’t turn me on) along with my five inch heels.  And I was out in my workshop with that stupid board again.  I had to figure out the best way to support the baby bottle so it wouldn’t fall.  Since I had plenty of the original length of the board as scrap lumber, I cut off about an eight inch length of it.  Using two screws, I attached the new piece to the back of the board temporarily.  Then I drilled a pilot hole though the new board with a drill bit, trying my best to get the angle the same.  I removed the screws and used my hole-saw to make a hole just slightly larger than the diameter of that bottle.  Then, using both glue and four screws, I reattached that new piece of wood to the back of the board. 
     I held the board up and stuck the bottle through from the back.  It went in as far as it could before the smaller hole in front stopped it.  The nipple of course just cleared the front of the board, but the rest of the bottle was fully supported now by the block of wood I had attached to the back.  Ten minutes later, I was rehanging the board back in the corner of my bedroom. 
     Joanna and Ashley came in briefly to see that the bottle worked.  “Very nice Michael,” Joanna told me.  “But I don’t have time for this now, I’ve got to get back to making lunch.”
      “Momma,” Ashley said before Joanna could leave, “I can sit here and watch him drinking from it?”
     Joanna smiled.  “If you like dear,” she said.  “That’s totally up to you.”
     Ugh!  I had to fill that damn baby bottle with water myself, load it into the back of the board, and stand there and suck on the thing – with my hands holding the rope behind my back.  The height wasn’t adjusted right, but it was close enough that if I dipped my knees a little it worked just fine.  Too fine in fact.  I stood there with no hands while Ashley giggled…and of course took more pictures of me.  For me, it was total humiliation, and worse, it was something I had to build myself – to humiliate myself!

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