Mister Mike - Chapter 38 – Part 2 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 38 – Part 2 of 2

     I know Ashley was waddling worse than before, because being tied so closely together, I could now feel her hip bump mine with every step that she took.  Of course, there was no way that I could possibly be waddling any worse at all, so it had to be all Ashley.  Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk.  Did Joanna have any idea in the world how much of a nuisance it is to walk around in such thick diapers…and especially in diapers that were now messy?  And while we’re at it, did Joanna have any idea in the world how embarrassing it was for us to be walking around dressed the way we were…let alone walking around in messy diapers?  Okay.  I have no doubt in the world that Joanna knew perfectly well.  I also have no doubt in the world that it’s just what she wanted. 

     Walk, walk, walk.  Where the heck were we going?  Oh!  Of course.  I saw the sign for the store’s rest rooms.  It was another minute before another thought hit me, and all I could think was…this should be interesting.  I was a guy…okay, I was dressed sort of like a baby girl, but I was still a guy.  Ashley and her mother were both women.  But Ash and I were currently welded somewhat together.  How exactly was Joanna planning on accomplishing this?  And of course, I soon found out as we walked straight past the men’s room without either Joanna or Ashley giving the door a single glance.  Joann opened the door to the ladies room, and I had little choice as she ushered both of us inside. 

     Was it too much to ask that the ladies room would be empty?  Obviously it was, because there were two women in there.  Two women who stopped their talking the moment we walked in and paid us their full attention.  My face wanted to say how sorry I was to them.  My current predicament didn’t allow me to express that situation for more than a brief moment as Joanna led us over to a clear area of the floor, then had us lay down. 

      “Don’t worry guys,” Joanna said, “I’ll have you both cleaned up and fresh in a jiffy.”

     Did that mean she was going to hurry and get us out of there fast?  I could only hope.  And why…oh why…were those two women now standing behind Joanna and watching us?  Didn’t they have the decency to give us some privacy?  But then, for that matter, obviously Joanna didn’t have the decency to do any of this in the privacy of my home.  She had purposely brought us out into public like this…to do just this.  And all the big diapers she had loaded into that new diaper bag she was carrying was all the proof I needed. 

     Ashley’s diaper cover got pulled down to her ankles.  My diaper cover got pulled down to my ankles.  Ashley’s dress got pushed up out of the way.  My dress got pushed up out of the way.  Ashley’s diaper was unfastened and opened…and left that way, displaying the smelly mess inside, while Joanna unfastened my diaper to display my own mess…right there in front of those two women.  Not to mention exposing my totally encased penis in front of them as well. 

     Question, is it exposing yourself if your penis is encased in a chastity device?  I mean, it’s not exactly naked is it?  Oddly, I pondered just that while Joanna cleaned Ashley up, then put a fresh diaper under her…without fastening it.  Then it was my turn – finally!  Joanna wiped me off, making me raise my legs at one point, then just my rump at another point while she made sure to do an extra-good job on me…which I was actually grateful for.  The part I wasn’t so grateful about was that she was purposely keeping me exposed in front of those two women…wait, now there were three.  Where had the other one come from? 

     Ashley’s diaper got fastened, and finally my fresh diaper got fastened.  Ashley’s diaper cover got pulled up, then mine.  Finally!  Finally we were dressed decently again.  I mean…oh you know what I mean.  I guess decently is a matter of opinion. 

     Ashley and I got up from the floor and Joanna left us standing there, sucking on our pacifiers in front of those three staring women while she left us alone to get rid of the used diapers and wash her hands.

      “Love your outfits,” one of the women said.

     Huh?  They were talking to us?  I know I blushed.  I had no doubt Ashley was blushing too.

      “Your outfits are so sweet.  Pretty,” a second woman said.

      “Do you go out often looking so…pretty?” Another of the women asked…which caused the other two to start giggling.

     I didn’t think an answer was called for, so I just stood there and sucked my pacifier obediently. 

      “Do you two go to day care together?” the third woman asked, which again caused the women to all laugh. 

      “What’s your names?” one of them asked us.

     Not only was I not interested in telling them my name, for once I found it in my favor to be sucking on that darn pacifier which pretty much prevented us from talking to them.

      “Iwellwe” I sort of heard Ashley say around the pacifier in her mouth as she pointed at me.

     In shock, I looked at her.  What the heck was she doing?  But there was humor in her eyes.  There’s no way she could be possibly enjoying this!

      “And your name sweetie?” one of the women asked her.  Ashley shook her head vehemently, her pigtails and the ribbons still tied to her big pacifier were whipping back and forth.  But I got the impression that there was an air of mischief in her actions.  In truth, she was acting like a child. 

      “You’re not going to tell us your name?”

     Ashley shook her head determinedly again.  Was she smiling behind that big pacifier?

      “You told us your friend’s name,” one of them pointed out.

      “I’m not sure I exactly got it,” another of the women mentioned.

      “I didn’t either.  Not that it matters,” the third woman said.

     Whew!  Hopefully they would drop that line of questions now.  I glanced over to the sinks to see Joanna finish drying her hands on a paper towel.  Then she turned away from them…and heading into one of the stalls instead of trying to rescue us.  I had no doubt she was doing that on purpose!

     And then the door opened, and in walked another woman…with a baby on her hip.  She took one look at the crowd, and I guess Ashley and me, and came straight over.  “What’s going on?”

      “It seems we have two…um…adorable…young ones in here today,” one of the women told her.

      “We just watched their…mother I guess, changing their diapers for them.”  Her voice lowered to a whisper as her face scrunched up a bit.  “Messy!”

      “Ooohh,” the woman with the baby replied as she looked us over.  She came forward and grabbed the hem of Ashley’s dress, pulling it out.  Then she looked at her baby.  “Aren’t their dresses cute?” she asked her baby, as if it could answer.  “Would you like an outfit like theirs?  I bet you would my darling.  But you’ve got other outfits just as pretty at home.”  She looked at Ashley and me again.  “Maybe I should start having you wear them more often when we go out.  Obviously they look a lot prettier than the play clothes I’ve got you in now.”  She stepped back and looked at Ashley and me again.  “They are…interesting outfits.  Aren’t they?” she seemed to be asking her baby.

      “Adorable!” one of the other women agreed. 

      “Just…precious!” Another one added. 

      “I feel positively horrible,” the woman with the baby said.  “Bringing my daughter out in just these play clothes when these two are dressed so…nicely.”

     One of the women started giggling uncontrollably…which caused the others to giggle too.

      “Did you see their shoes?” one of the women asked.

      “How could I miss them,” another of the women replied.  “Those big pink bows are hard to miss.”

      “No, I mean did you notice the locks on them?”

      “I noticed,” another of the women replied.”

      “Locks?” the woman with the baby asked.  I saw her looking closer.  “They do have locks.”

      “I guess that’s because some babies hate to wear shoes and keep taking them off,” one of the women replied with an obvious giggle.

     The woman with the baby laughed.  “Just like mine!”

     I looked up to see Joanna approaching – finally!  “Are my babies behaving themselves?” she asked.

      “They’re…adorable,” one of the women managed to get out before breaking down in a total fit of laughter. 

     Joanna smiled.  “Aren’t they?  I think they’re both so precious that I just had to treat them to a day out today to show them off.”  Her statement brought more laughter from the rest of the women.

      “I noticed you’ve got them tied together so one of them can’t wander off and you can keep track of them better,” one of the women noted.

      “Well, you know how some children can be,” Joanna replied.  “They’ve got the shortest attention spans and if something catches their eye, well, I didn’t want to have to go chasing one in one direction while the other wanders off a different way.”

     Once again the women laughed.

      “Now if you’ll excuse us ladies,” Joanna continued.  “We’ve got shopping to do.”  She picked up the sheets and blanket from the floor.  She handed Ashley the sheets to carry this time and me the blanket.  Then she grabbed that big diaper bag and turned toward the door, but she stopped two paces later to smile and look at the woman’s baby.  “So beautiful!” she said.  “What’s her name?”

      “Ashley,” the woman replied happily.

      “Ashley!”  Joanna turned toward her daughter.  “This one is Ashley too.  She’s my Ashley.”  Joanna turned to me next.  And this is her twin sister Michelle.”

      “Twin?” one of the women asked, before starting to laugh all over again.

     Joanna shrugged.  “Well, close enough.  Come along children,” she said.  “Let’s see if we can find you a treat for being so good today.”

     A treat?  I just wanted to get out of there.  I just wanted to get out of the mall.  I just wanted to go home!  But according to what Joanna had just said, home wasn’t exactly in the cards…yet.  When would it be?  And…a day out today?  What was Joanna’s definition of ‘a day out?’  As far as I was concerned, it had already been a day out.  In fact, it might have been a whole week out already. 

     We got back into the main part of the store.  Joanna turned to us.  “Don’t forget to hold hands children.  I’m sure you can carry those things with your free hands.”

     Once again, our hands linked with that pink tether between them.  We had to follow Joanna all around the housewares department, then all around the women’s department.  It was while she was looking through the girl’s department that I suddenly felt my nice fresh dry diaper filling up with warm pee.  Ashley!  I looked over angrily at her…and then let loose with my own pee into her diaper.  The look of anger she gave me was just…precious.  What the heck had Joanna spiked our bottles with, because we were both peeing way too much.

     Joanna spent an incredible amount of time in the baby department, not buying anything, but literally looking at everything.  Have you any idea how much attention Ashley and I got while we followed her around?  Especially in that department.  Trust me, everyone was looking at us.  Joanna certainly noticed.  At one point she softly said, “It’s a good thing you two are so young yet, otherwise I’d have you both curtseying for all the people looking at you.  But then, we all know that baby girls as young as you don’t know how to curtsey yet.”  She turned back to her shopping while I marveled at how tight my chastity device had suddenly gotten. 

     Joanna finally paid for the sheets and blanket, while Ashley and I stood right there next to her, all too much the focus of everyone’s attention.  Then, fortunately, Joanna led us right out of that store the way we had come in and straight back to the car.  Hooray!  Or maybe not.  Joanna opened the trunk and put the bag with the blanket and sheets in it, then turned and led us straight back into the mall again.  Oh…no!  I heard Ashley grunt with frustration…and a moment later, my diaper filled with her pee again.  I purposely held mine this time.  Waiting for a better opportunity.

     Into that mall again.  Straight through that department store, and then out into the mall proper we went.  Walk, walk, walk!  Where the heck were we going…so slowly?  Did I need to wonder why everyone we could see was looking at us?  No, I don’t think I needed to wonder about that fact at all.  Trust me, things were bad enough before in that one big department store, but now, here where thing were more open and more people could see us, I felt totally panicked inside.  Not only was I worried about all the people seeing us, what if one of my friends happened to be shopping there that day.  Okay, since I had taken the job at the bank and moved to the city, I didn’t really have any friends other than the people I worked with at the bank.  But they were friends that I knew.  And having one of them see me and find out about me would ruin me.

     I was starting to really have to pee now.  I was just about to let it out when Joanna said, “Ah.  Now there’s a good idea.”  Suddenly she was moving a bit faster, and I now saw her target.  A place on one of the corners of the mall…that sold coffee and snacks. 

     Hmmm!  I decided to do my best to hold my pee just a bit longer.  Hopefully.  The need was getting pretty intense.  Joanna stood us off to the side of the line, which suddenly was moving much slower as everyone paid more attention to Ash and me than to what they were doing there.  And trust me, just the close scrutiny of those half a dozen people right next to us almost made me lose my pee right then.  And…yeah…I should have just let loose.  I mean, it was going into Ashley’s diaper anyway.  But I was still hoping for something better. 

     And that something better actually happened.  Joanna finally got to the head of the line and ordered Ashley and me both vanilla ice-cream cones.  She handed Ashley the first one.  “Babies who behave so good get treats,” she told us.  She handed me the other one.  “I know you’re really too young for cones like this, but that’s all they have today.  Try not to make a mess.”  She turned back to the window to get her own cone, then she led us over to a small table with chairs.  She moved two of the chairs around so Ash and I could sit down, then she pulled our pacifiers out and let them dangle from the straps attached to our dresses.

     I was barely paying attention to what Joanna was doing though.  I was paying more attention to Ashley.  I saw her looking at her ice-cream.  I saw when she was just about to bend her head down to eat some…and I let loose as her head was just heading for it.  Her mouth went over the top of the ice-cream cone to eat it…and I must have timed it just right, because my pee hit her diaper at just the right time.  She was so surprised that her face wound up buried in it.

      “Uuuuhhh!” she screamed, totally shocked.  She looked angrily over at me.  Her face was now a mess.

      “Ashley!” Joanna said angrily.  “What the heck are you doing?”  She sighed loudly.  “I swear.  Children!”

     But Ashley never even looked at her, she was looking only at me…with murder on her mind.  “He just peed my diaper, just as I was trying to take a bite!” she declared angrily.  “You did that on purpose!”

     I’m sorry.  I just didn’t have it in me to be contrite about it.  I laughed.  “Yeah, I did,” I admitted.

      “Humph!” Joanna grunted angrily.  “Eat your ice-cream,” she said with more than a bit of an angry edge to her voice.  “And try not to make such a mess!”

     I couldn’t help it.  I laughed all over again…as I started licking at my ice-cream cone.  So good…despite so many people watching us.

     When we finished with our ice-cream, Joanna wiped Ashley’s face, commenting again on how messy Ashley had gotten herself.  Ashley just looked at me with that murderous look once again while Joanna wiped my face off.  And again I laughed. 

     We headed out to walk the mall again, pacifiers naturally back in our mouths.  Walk, walk, walk.  Stop to let some people ask questions and then take pictures of us.  Joanna took the opportunity to have one of the people take a picture of all three of us together with Joanna’s phone.  What if someone posted one of those pictures to the internet?  Most likely at least someone would.  What would happen then?  I didn’t want to contemplate that any further.  I had enough to deal with just then, and most of it was the nerves in my stomach. 

     Walk some more.  Talk to a few more people.  Turn into a store.  What?  I was shocked, although now that I think about it, I really shouldn’t have been.  The store was a big toy store.  Ashley looked at me again as we went inside.  Yeah, we were both worried about what might come next.

     There were people in the store of course, but not nearly as many as were out in the mall proper.  That much was somewhat of a relief.  I just didn’t know what Joanna had in mind now, and not knowing wasn’t a relief at all!  We followed her around the store until she found the baby toys…of course.  Where else would she be going in there with the two of us in tow? 

     Joanna slowly looked at so many toys.  Different toys.  Many different kinds of toys.  I finally realized she had only dragged us in there as someplace to take us for a while…when she went and proved me wrong. 

      “Oh, isn’t this precious!” she suddenly declared as she picked up a toy tea set with a pink teapot that looked more like some kind of cartoon character, two cups, and some fake colorful cake slices. 

     She held the tea set in her arms while she continued looking.  I looked over at Ashley and she looked at me.  What the heck were we going to do with that?  And trust me, I didn’t exactly want to find out.  But Joanna was still looking at toys.  Why? 

     She finally stopped in front of something else and just seemed to stare at it for the longest time.  And trust me, it was something totally dumb!  “Hmm,” she mused out loud.  “That looks to be about right.” 

     Huh?  About right for what?  But she picked it up and carried it with her as well.  I again looked at Ashley and she looked at me.  What the heck were we going to do with a set of colorful plastic shapes that went over some spindles?

And still Joanna wasn’t done yet?  Why?  Why would she buy such dumb stuff for us?  And I wondered that, because I had no doubt in the world that she was buying it all – just for us!

     She turned the corner and came across a row of dolls.  Dolls, dolls dolls.  I noticed Ashley’s eyes roaming all over the place now.  Joanna seemed to be looking around more as well.  All the way down the entire length of the aisle, Joanna led us very, very slowly while she picked up a few dolls to look at them, then finally put them back.  Whew!  That is, until she got down near the very end of the aisle.  “Oh look!” she said as she practically pounced on another doll.  She picked it up.  Held it.  Hugged it.  Looked at it closely again.  Then showed it to Ashley.  “Isn’t it just precious?”

     I saw Ashley’s eyes go wide. 

      “Here,” Joanna said as she shoved the doll into Ashley’s hands.  “Hold that.”  She turned back to the shelf, grabbed another one and gave it to me.  It was a doll, dressed all in pink, with a dress that said ‘my first dolly’ on it. 

      Oh great.  Just what I always wanted.  Not!  And not only that, but just holding that thing seemed to act like a remote trigger for whatever mechanism was in my chastity device that seemed to make the darn thing shrink!  And trust me, it was shrinking just then.  Again! 

     Joanna finally led us up to the front where she paid for all the toys.  The tea set and the blocks went into a bag.  The dolls got the tags removed and went into our free hands.  Oh great.  I was going to be even more of an embarrassment walking around the mall. 

     Unfortunately, we hadn’t even gotten out of the store yet, when Joanna spotted something else…and made matters that much worse for Ashley and me.  Need I say it?  Oh, you really don’t know what it was?  Yes, Joanna spotted something, dragged Ashley and me right over to it, and paid for it.  What was it?  Well, technically it was two things.  One for Ashley, and one for me.  It was…I mean they were…oh you know what I mean.  In one word, it was – balloons!  Pink balloons.  Filled with helium.  One for Ashley, and one for me.  And no, Joanna didn’t trust us to just hold them.  She tied one of them to Ashly’s free wrist, and one of them to mine.  Now Ashley and me were flanked with two big balloons floating over our heads, while we now carried “our” dolls in those same hands.  And with the balloons tied to us, there was no getting away from them. 

     By the time we got out into the mall proper, I had no doubt that even more people were looking at us.  How could anyone possibly miss us now?  And yes, I saw more than a few people taking pictures.  It was so unnerving that I couldn’t blame Ashley in the least when she let loose and peed into my diaper again very shortly after we left that toy store. 

     And then it happened.  The worst possible thing in the world.  Well, perhaps the second worst possible thing in the world, but trust me, it was bad, bad, bad!  We had been forced to stop and stand still, again, because there were a number of people right in front of us, a few of whom were trying to take our pictures before they would let us move on.  It was right then that the something bad, bad, bad happened.  And it happened with just a single word.  “Ashley?”

     We turned at the voice, and I heard Ashley moan, “Mmmmmmm!”  Her hand holding mine suddenly squeezed like she was trying to break it.  Ashley’s best friend Amanda was standing right there.

     Joanna moved in quickly before Ashley could say anything else.  “Ashley!  Don’t you dare take that pacifier out.  I’ll handle this.”

     Ashley moaned again, and I felt her knees giving out on her as Amanda looked at us with a wondering look on her face.  I quickly let go of Ashley’s hand and wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her up before she hit the floor.

      “Ash, what are you doing?” Amanda asked.

     But Joanna was now between Amanda and us.  “Ashley can’t speak to you today,” she said firmly.  I noticed more than a hint of steel in her voice.  I also noticed a sob coming out of Ashley.  Her knees tried to give out on her again and I literally had to hold her up.  Otherwise we both would have wound up on the floor.

      “But what’s going on?” Amanda asked as she tried to look past Joanna to stare at Ashley, who I was now trying to hold up with both arms, even though she was now bent over limply and crying her eyes out.

      “Ashley is being punished,” Joanna told her in no uncertain terms. 

     I saw the look of surprise on Amanda’s face.  “Is this because…”

      “Don’t ask!” Joanna cut her off quickly.  “Don’t say anything.  She’s being punished.  That’s all you have to know.”

     There was something in there that I was missing.  And I had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with me.

      “But she’s my friend,” Amanda said.  “My best friend.  And I haven’t gotten to even talk to her in a long time now.”

      “Ashley isn’t able to communicate today,” Joanna told her.

     Amanda seemed to look back and forth between the limp crying form of Ashley I was now trying to hold up with two arms, and her mother.  Suddenly, she pushed her way past Joanna and right up to Ashley and me.  She reached out and touched Ashley’s shoulder.  “It’s okay Ash,” she said.  “You should have told me something.  I haven’t heard from you in like…forever!  You wouldn’t answer my phone calls, and the few texts you sent me told me nothing.  Is this what’s been going on?”

     Joanna pulled Amanda away.  “I told you, Ashley can’t talk today.”

     Amanda stood there staring at Ashley, still limp in my arms, still crying her eyes out.  Amanda finally looked up at Joanna.  “Well then, can I come over later today and see her?  Can she talk to me then?  She’s my best friend Mrs. Desmond.”

     Joanna seemed to be angry as she considered that.  She shook her head.  “You can come over, but Ashley won’t be able to talk to you.  And if you do come over, you’ll have to promise to deal with her…with both of them…on the level that I’ve got them in today.”

     Amanda’s eyes went wide.  “You mean?”

      “Take it or leave it,” Joanna told her.  “But Ashley won’t be saying anything coherent to anyone this weekend.”

     Amanda’s jaw went slack.  My jaw nearly went slack.  Ashley just cried harder.

      “I’ll think about it,” Amanda finally said.

     Joanna nodded.  “We won’t be home for some time yet.  And if you do come, just remember what I said.”

     Amanda’s face seemed to screw itself up into something showing her anger, but she finally turned away and hurried off, pushing her way through the crowd that had gathered round us.  In truth, I was glad to see her go.  Now I could concentrate fully on Ashley, whose weight was currently breaking both of my arms. 

      “Set her down,” Joanna told me.  I gladly went down to the floor, where Ashley huddled into herself against me, still crying her eyes out.

      “Ashley!” Joanna said sternly to her.  “Stop your crying.”

     But Ashley couldn’t stop crying.  Not yet at least.  Joanna tried again, only this time, far more compassionately.  “Ashley,” she said again, her hands reaching out toward her daughter.  Even with the rope tethering us together, she managed to drag her daughter into her arms, where she held her and whispered softly to her.  

     I now had time to look around.  We had gathered quite a crowd.  But there was nothing I could see that we could do about that.  Ashley’s crying was slowly settling down. 

      “Better?” Joanna asked softly.

     I saw Ashley nod, then shake her head angrily.  She didn’t say anything but the look of hatred she leveled at her mother couldn’t be missed. 

     Joanna’s face went stern again at her daughter’s expression.  “Okay then,” she said.  “Get up from there.  Let’s get out of here.”

     That part I was happy about, trust me.  But now Amanda knew.  And she was Ashley’s best friend.  And it was something that I knew that Ashley had been trying very hard to keep secret.  What would happen now?  And for that matter, there had been a lot of people at the mall all day.  Were any of them from the bank where I worked?  Would I be hearing about it come Monday?  I certainly hoped not.  I thanked my lucky stars that I had a bank job that didn’t involve me dealing with any of the customers.