The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter 34 – Part 2 of 2
“You look like there’s something wrong,” Joanna greeted me with concern on her face as I walked into the kitchen.
“Ashley!” I grunted.
“What’s she done now?”
“She put her used diaper on me again after I changed her. And it’s…horrible! She not only peed in it all day, but the junk from her period is…a lot!”
Joanna burst out laughing. “Oh Mike, I’m glad you like it so much.”
I leveled a dirty look at her. To which she only laughed harder. Darn the girl…darn her mother!
“Come on Mike,” she said as she headed out of the kitchen. “I’ll put another diaper over it so we don’t have to worry about it leaking.”
Why was my life full of so many things I didn’t want to hear?
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Waddle. … Waddle. … Waddle. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a difficult time just walking before. The reason? Joanna! Okay, not just Joanna, but what she had me dressed in. Since she had told me what she was going to do, I wasn’t surprised when she just layered one of those super thick diapers over top of Ashley’s used diaper that I was wearing. I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed. I really wanted a fresh diaper. Stop! No, I never even thought about nice fresh underwear or even nice light comfortable panties. Those things never entered my mind. I guess I had been conditioned that far already that the only thing I thought about was a nice fresh diaper.
But the diapers were only part of my problem. No, my bra with the breast forms in it wasn’t really that much of a factor. Yes, it was a bother, and yes, I did feel the weight of those birdseed forms pulling with each step that I took, but it really wasn’t a problem. My peasant style blouse with the pretty stitching on it wasn’t a problem either. In fact, none at all. The problem was with everything else I was wearing.
Those locked on five inch heels absolutely didn’t help the situation one bit. For as much practice as I’d had walking in the high heels, they still made walking a real chore. Combine the heels with way too much diaper padding and I was forced to use far more hip action than I was used to as those super thick diapers kept my crotch stretched wide with each step that I tried to take. BUT…that wasn’t my entire problem. Combine all that with having to wear my long straight skirt, that Joanna had taken the time to “fix” for me so that the kick slit in the back was now permanently sewed shut and even more confining than ever, and I was finding walking to be a nightmare. The diapers were forcing me to keep my legs splayed wide apart as I walked, and that darn skirt was forcing my legs close together so I couldn’t take wide legged steps. It was like too unyielding opposing forces working against each other. Working against…me!
Every time Joanna watched me trying to walk anywhere, she started giggling. She would! I was just trying to move from point A to point B without falling down. Ugh! And don’t get me started on the joys of sitting down in that messy diaper. Yuck! I was still convinced that Ashley had done something to purposely make the thing far worse for me than it normally would have been. Trust me, every time I sat down, I sat gingerly and slowly. And that’s when the real discomfort started. What the heck had she put into that thing? It was positively slimy! Trust me, I couldn’t wait to take a shower later!
“So what do you think?” Joanna asked me shortly after dinner as we stood looking at those crib plans spread out on the kitchen table.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I mean, I can certainly build the thing. And making it bigger to fit a bigger mattress in the guest room shouldn’t be a major problem. I’m just going to need more material.”
“We can get you that,” she replied. “And how about making it higher as well, so it can serve as a changing table too?”
I shrugged. “There’s certainly no problem with that.”
“Good,” she replied. “And you’re sure you have no problem with replacing that little twin size mattress with a full size one?”
I shrugged. “When I bought it, I got the cheapest one I could find. In fact, I only bought it because my mother said I needed a guest bed, and then she never even stayed here, she prefers the luxuries of a hotel. And to be honest, if I’m going to be sleeping on the thing, I’d prefer something bigger, even though we’re really only talking about a few inches.”
“It’s not just you that sleeps on it, it’s me too,” she said.
“Yeah, but for how long?”
She smiled. “Well, at least for the next few weeks until you get the crib built around it. But either way, I think a better mattress would be a good idea.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’ll check around and see what I can find.”
She shook her head. “Don’t bother. I already looked,” she told me. “While I was out today I stopped at several places. I think they’ve all got sales running. But I found one place where they not only had a good price, but they can deliver it tomorrow. And, they’ll take away your old mattress too.”
“They will? That would be helpful. Then I don’t have to figure out what to do with the thing.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” she replied. “So you’re good with this plan?”
“Yeah. Why not,” I said.
“Good,” she replied. “Get your purse and let’s go.”
I know I didn’t hear her right. “Go?”
“To the store. To buy the mattress.”
“Why not? Ashley’s going to be working late. What else do you have to do?”
“Um…I mean…can’t I change first? I can’t go like this.”
She smiled that cruel smile of hers. “I think you can. Or do you want to risk using your safe phrase again? I can guarantee you won’t like what else I come up with for you.”
Yes, I came very close to dying, right there, on the spot.
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Waddle. … Click. … Waddle. … Click. The sound of my heels on the pavement as I tried to walk from the car towards the store entrance was just as loud as always, but slower than normal because of being unable to walk very well in that tight restricting skirt.
“Michael, come on. I know you can move faster than that.”
Waddle. Click. Waddle. Click. I tried to hurry, but trust me, walking was simply difficult. The only thing I was wearing that was any different than what I had on at home, was my winter coat. Oh yeah, and Ashley’s colorful purse. Waddle. Click. Waddle. Click. The only male thing I was wearing, was my winter coat. The rest of me was…okay, embarrassing! And that’s just how I felt – embarrassed. Waddle. Click. Waddle. Click.
I so did not want to do this. I had no doubt at all that my presence in that store was going to bring everything to a screeching halt. Were there any other customers there? There were several cars in the parking lot, but that didn’t always mean much. But it was a mattress store. How many people would be out looking to buy a mattress? Probably not many – if any. Hopefully, the store would be deserted. Deserted of any salespeople or other workers too. Maybe it would even be closed! But the bright lights coming through the glass front told me otherwise. Waddle. Click. Waddle. Click.
Oddly, this time Joanna held the door for me. I think she was just trying to hurry things along, something I wanted to do too. The faster we could get this over with, the faster we could go home. I waddled…I mean stepped into the nice warm store. I looked around as I followed Joanna. The only people I could see was one other couple and a salesman talking to them. I did see the woman turn her head to see who had come in. I also saw her cock her head as she looked at the strange sight I was. She shook her head then went back to talking about mattresses with that salesman.
I looked up and saw a man walking towards us. His eyes were mostly on Joanna, but I didn’t miss any of the glances that came my way.
“We came to buy that full size mattress we talked about earlier,” Joanna told him.
He cast me yet another wondering glance. “Of course,” he replied as he turned and walked towards the back. Joanna and I followed, passing mattress after mattress. He stopped in front of one of them. “This was it,” he said. “Just in a full size instead of this queen size.”
It looked like any other regular mattress to me. The queen size was the same as my bed…Ashley’s bed at home. Not a fancy expensive mattress, but still a good one.
“Will this one be okay?” Joanna asked me as she pointed at the price of the full size version.
Why was she asking me? In the panicked state I was in, I would agree to anything, just to get out of there sooner. “Sure,” I replied. “That’s fine.”
“Good,” Joanna said.
The man shook his head. “This way,” he said. “I’ll write it up.”
He led us over to his desk and began the long process of buying a mattress and everything involved in having it delivered the next day. The worst part for me was having to dig into Ashley’s purse to find my credit card. But eventually we were done and eventually I was slowly waddling my way back to the car. Whew! I had gotten through it just fine. The professional attitude of the salesman had made things much easier for me, but the best part for me had been the lack of people there.
Starting tomorrow night, I was going to have a bigger mattress to sleep on. That much was good. The part that wasn’t so good, was that I was now tasked with turning that nice new mattress, into a baby crib…for me. What the heck was wrong with my darn chastity device? It was doing its shrinking act again.
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“You’re wearing a skirt?”
Trust Ashley to state the obvious. With her two friends with her again, I couldn’t answer. I was simply glad that long skirt hid my shaking knees that were threatening to give out on me from the embarrassment.
“I can’t believe it,” Ashley said as we all turned to head out into the cold.
Again I said nothing.
“Why is he walking so funny?” one of her friends asked.
“Probably because he’s wearing a big fat diaper under that skirt,” Ashley told her. “And most likely, it really needs changing.”
“Eeewww!” the other girl exclaimed.
“I’d probably walk funny too if I had that kind of problem,” the first girl added.
I still said nothing. None of them had any idea at all how bad it was.
Ashley and I were soon alone in my car. “Mom actually got you to go out wearing a skirt again?”
“Uh…actually, this is not the first time I’ve been out like this tonight.”
“It’s not? You went somewhere else? Like that?”
I could literally feel my face blushing.
“Where did you go?”
“Um…to buy a mattress.”
“A mattress? For what?”
“To replace that little twin size mattress in the guest room now.”
“That little one in your room? Mom’s going to let you get a bigger one?”
“Actually, it was her idea.”
“Huh! Probably because she sleeps there when she’s here.”
“Um…I don’t think that was her reasoning. And I have a feeling she won’t be sleeping there much longer.”
“Because of something she wants me to build.”
“Build! What, a new room, just for her?”
“Um…no. She didn’t mention that, but I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Um…she sent me some plans for something she wants me to build.”
“Do I have to throttle you or something to get it out of you? What does she want you to build?”
“A baby crib…using that mattress.”
She was silent for several long moments, then she broke out in peals of laughter.