The
Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter
32 – Part 2 of 2
I can’t tell you
how uncomfortable I was as I drove home.
As Ashley had wanted me to, I had left my pants off, I had even left my
shoes off. As she said, I drove home
just as I was. Besides, it was faster
than trying to get redressed in the parking lot. Now that I was stuck in Ashley’s overly used
diaper, the only thing on my mind was getting out of that diaper, and a good
shower. Unfortunately, neither one of
those things was in store for me anytime soon.
My cell phone
rang just as I was going into the house.
I was expecting it to be Ashely, but I saw Joanna’s name instead. “Hello?”
“Hi Mike,” she
said laughingly. “Ashley just called and
told me what happened. Are you enjoying
yourself?”
“Um….”
“Don’t bother
replying,” she said. “I know you are.”
That was a matter
for debate.
“That was real
nice of you to go out and change her like that.
You don’t know how much I appreciate it.
And I have no doubt that Ashley appreciates it even more.”
“I just wish she
would have shown that appreciation in a different way. Would you mind if I changed out of her old
diaper now? Please?”
She laughed. “Oh Mike.
We both know you’re loving the shit out of being stuck in that messy
thing. I just wanted to tell you that
when you send the pictures to Ashley, send them to me too. And please include some of just that diaper
on you before you put anything on over it.
I want to see it.
“You should see
the inside of it. And to make things
worse, Ashley’s period started today.
There’s messy blood all inside of it too.”
She laughed. “Even more for you to enjoy Mike. Ashley told me that she peed into it just
before you changed her. So I have no
doubt it was really bad when she put it on you.”
“That’s an understatement.”
She laughed
again. “Enjoy it Mike. Enjoy it.”
She laughed. “Oh, Mike!” she said
suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“Did any more
packages come today?”
“Uh…I didn’t see
any by the garage when I came in.”
“How about
outside your front door?”
“Hang on,” let
me get my pants on so I can check.”
“Don’t
bother. You know perfectly well you can
check with that diaper on display.”
Could I say I
hated her for that remark? I went to the
front door anyway and eased it open a crack.
I looked to see if any of my neighbors were out. In doing so, I saw two good sized boxes
sitting on my front porch, and one of them was bigger than the other. “There are two boxes here,” I told Joanna.
“That’s
all? Bring them in,” she said. “I want to know what got there.”
That’s all? Which told me there were more “fun” things
yet to come. Yesterday that box of new
onesies had arrived for Ashley. What was
in today’s boxes? I moved the smaller
box in. It was addressed to Ashley. But I noticed immediately the company that
had sent it. I went out and grabbed the
bigger box. That one was from the exact
same company, but this one had my name on it.
I was glad to close my front door behind me. “One box for Ashley and one for me,” I told
Joanna.
“You can open
them,” Joanna said.
“Both of them?”
“If you
want. You might as well. I already know what should be in the one for
Ash.”
I grabbed a sharp
knife from the kitchen and used it on the tape holding the box closed. I opened it and got a bit of a surprise. “More of those pink diapers. It looks like a lot more.”
“Good,” Joanna
replied. “I figured that if Ashley was
going to be wearing them, and sometimes you as well, then she would need a lot
more. How about the other box?
I attacked that
box next. The one with my name on
it. There was nothing but nervousness in
the pit of my stomach as I pulled back the cardboard to see inside. “More diapers,” I said. “It looks like the same super-sized ones
Ashley made me buy before.”
“Good,” Joanna
said. “With as much as Ashley was
keeping you in them, I figured you would need more. And this way, you can both share them.”
Share them. As far as I was concerned, Ashley was welcome
to keep all of them – far away from me!
“The other
package didn’t get there yet?” she asked.
“I didn’t see
it,” I told her.
“Maybe tomorrow
then,” she replied.
“Uh…maybe. What’s in it?”
She laughed. “Now that wouldn’t be any fun if I told you.”
My nervousness
went way up again.
After locking
myself into one of my onesies, I sent the required pictures to both Ashley and
Joanna. Then I spent a little while
transferring the contents of those boxes to the new shelves. More diapers.
A lot more diapers. That didn’t
bode well for my future. For my future,
and Ashley’s too. Because now she was
stuck in those things as well. Worse
than me!
I can’t begin to
tell you how messy and slick and horrible that used diaper of Ashley’s was to
wear. And now that I had locked that
onesie on me, I had no way to get the darn thing off. I was literally stuck in it until I brought
Ashley home later. But at least I was
home and in the house. I wasn’t out
among other people. I sure hoped Ashley
appreciated what I had done for her. And
I still wish she had decided on a better way to show that appreciation – if she
did appreciate it. That diaper I was stuck
in was…yucky! And it got even worse
after I ate some dinner and had to pee into the thing myself. Ugh! I
absolutely marveled that it wasn’t leaking yet.
When the time
came, I got dressed. I just wish that
getting dressed could have meant removing that miserable diaper as well. But…it didn’t. In fact, because of the lock, it
couldn’t. No, I didn’t bother with a
bra. I couldn’t put one on anyway. I just wore the clothes I had come home from
work in, plus the darn stuff that was locked to my body under those
clothes. Before leaving the house, I
hesitated at taking Ashley’s colorful purse with me. But she had specifically ordered me to have
it, so hating myself and my stupid cursed life, I picked the dreaded thing up
and carried it out to my car. No, I
didn’t bother putting anything in it.
Why should I?
Life is
miserable. That was the primary thought
on my mind as I went to pick Ashley up.
Why couldn’t I just go there and phone her to tell her where my car was? Why couldn’t she just call me when she got
off and tell me where to drive the car up to so she could get in? Why….
There were a thousand whys, and none of them meant a thing. I had agreed to be under Ashley’s rule, and
she had told me specifically what she wanted me to do. Did I hate it?
Yes. Did I constantly consider
not doing it? Yes. Did the very thought of it turn me on
horribly and make that darn chastity device go into its shrinking act
again? I refuse to answer such a silly
question. Who in their right mind could
ever enjoy a situation like the one I was currently in? Who?
Don’t say it!
Click…click…. Forgive me.
Clomp…clomp…clomp….clomp. All the
way from my parking place to the main entrance door. Question.
If a high heeled foot takes a step on a concrete sidewalk…located in a
totally deserted forest, does it make a sound?
I was absolutely certain it would.
Neither rain, nor snow, nor hail, nor gloom of night could keep those
high heels from their appointed noise.
And it was without a doubt a gloomy night…even though the parking lot
was well lit. There were snow flurried
in the air too.
I already knew I
was a few minutes early, but only a very few.
I started looking for Ashley the moment I got inside. Nope.
Didn’t see her. No surprise. I found my “favorite” fake tree and stood
next to it to wait.
Laa-di-da-da-da-da-da. Act
totally nonchalant. Act like I’m not the
blithering fool that anyone taking half a look at me would easily see that I
was. Act like I’m totally normal and
only out to meet someone. It was nearly
ten o’clock at night. The darn lobby
should be deserted. Why wasn’t it? But no, there were people still sitting there
and people coming and going. Not nearly
as many as before, but there were still people there. Why weren’t they home in bed?
Wait, wait,
wait. Blush, blush, blush – every time
someone glanced my way and saw me holding that ridiculous purse. And then all too often their gaze would go
straight down to my feet. There were
fewer people there now, but it felt like most of them that were leaving were
now pausing a moment to stare curiously at me.
Maybe I should have chosen a better place to wait…like maybe in a dark
closet somewhere…or at home. Hello
Ashley…. Are you still here?
At last! There she was. The last time she had come out, she had been
practically running, this time she was walking casually with two other
nurses…all of them with their coats on and heading home. Why couldn’t her friends drop her off? From across the lobby I saw Ashely point
towards me…and from across the entire lobby I still couldn’t miss the look of
surprise on her friend’s faces. Oh
no. Here we go again. I was nervous and blushing even worse by the
time they excitedly walked up to me.
“See,” Ashely
said as she leaned down and pulled my pants leg up. Heels.
And he can’t wear any other shoes but women’s shoes wherever he goes.”
That wasn’t technically correct. I could still wear my male shoes to work, but
somehow my voice refused to say that.
“Looove your
purse,” one of them said to me.
I tried to say
thanks, but my throat was too dry.
The three of them
turned toward the door and I followed. I
immediately realized that Ashley hadn’t mentioned one thing about the diaper I
was stuck wearing. I had no doubt at all
as to why. I was guessing that any
mention of diapers would be forbidden around any of her friends…at least in any
way where they might tie back to Ashley being stuck in them too.
A few steps out
the door, her friends turned left to head for their cars. I pointed out the direction to my car…to the
right. They called bye to each other and
Ashley and I started across the parking lot.
The snow was coming down a bit harder now. I hoped I wouldn’t have to shovel it
again.
“Are you
enjoying being stuck in that diaper?” Ashley asked with a grin.
I could have hit
her with my purse. Sorry, make that her
purse. “Not exactly.”
She laughed and
only showed me an overly delighted face.
She actually
surprised me once we got in the car and were on our way home. “I want to thank you again for coming out to
rescue me earlier. I know you didn’t
have to do that, and I know Mom didn’t even suggest it. I really appreciate it.”
Did she really
just thank me that nicely? Ashley? “You’re welcome,” somehow popped out of my
mouth, even though there were many other far less kind things I could have
said…or added.
I could not wait
to get that diaper off. I had peed in it
twice since Ashley had put it on me, and I was getting to the point where I
needed to pee again. But if things went
the way they were supposed to, I would have unlimited access to the toilet very
soon. I was going to wait!
However….
“Hang on a
minute,” Ashley said the minute we got into the kitchen from the garage. She took her coat off and threw it over the
back of one of the chairs. She pulled her
cell phone from her purse – not the one I was carrying. “I need to talk to Mom about something,” she
told me.
I waited while
she pressed the buttons to reach her mother.
“We talked a
little earlier and we texted a few times already,” Ashley said while she waited
for her mother to answer. What she
didn’t tell me though was what they had been discussing.
“Hi Ash,”
Joanna’s voice finally came. “How was
work?”
“Before or
after?” Ashley replied.
“Both!”
“Horrendous and
then manageable. I’m exhausted though.”
Joanna let out a
little chuckle. “After you being out so
long with a broken arm and leg, I think your exhaustion is understandable. I’m glad Mike took the initiative to go and help
you out.”
“Me too!” Ashley
replied. “Mom, about what we were
talking about before. What do you
think? Can I?”
“Is Mike there?”
Joanna asked.
“Right here,”
Ashley replied. “We just got in and
we’re in the kitchen together.”
“Okay,” Joanna
said, sounding like she had just come to a major decision.”
“Mike?”
Suddenly I was
very nervous. “Yeah?”
“From now on,
whenever Ashley is working, I’m going to need you to meet her as soon after
work as you can and change her diaper for her.
I’d rather not have her going that overly extended amount of time in
just the one diaper.”
I actually
breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m sure I
can handle that.”
“Good. I appreciate it, and I’m sure that Ashley
will appreciate it as well.”
“I do Mom,” Ashley
told her.
“Very good
dear,” Joanna replied.
“And the other
thing Mom?” Ashley prompted her.
“I was just
getting to that dear.”
Other thing? “What other…”
“Mike…” Joanna
cut me off. “Today Ashley proved that
she could manage the entire day and then some wearing a diaper at work.”
Uh-oh.
“And since she
did, she wants to know if she can now start making you wear them to work as
well.”
“No…”
“And since she
managed so well, I can see no reason anymore to stop her from making you wear
them to work now too.”
I was
stunned. I was shocked. I tried to think of something to say, but I
was having trouble just thinking, let alone come up with something coherent to
say.”
“Mike…” Joanna
continued. “You know Ashley has been
wanting to make you do this from the very beginning. And since your workday is actually a little
shorter than the time she had to spend in that diaper today, then I’m afraid I
have no more arguments against it. That
is, as long as she continues to grant you adequate access to the bathroom to
take care of any bowel movement issues you have before she puts that diaper on
you in the morning. And of course you
would have to wear one of her pink diapers instead of those overly bulky things
she made you buy just for fun.”
I heard it. I heard every word she said. But I was still too stunned to reply.
“Mike? Do you understand?”
I looked
pleadingly at Ashley. I shook my
head. “Please…”
“Forget it!” she
crowed triumphantly. “Starting tomorrow,
you’ll be in diapers all the time! Except for a few minutes in the bathroom of
course. But trust me, I’m working on
that problem too.”
It wasn’t until
then that I realized my bladder had let loose and I was peeing helplessly in
that already overly miserable diaper.
Wear the diapers
to work? That was the one place that had
been my haven away from all the humiliation…or at least most of it. With just a few words, Joanna and Ashley had made
my entire situation so much worse.
I know Ashley was
totally delighted. I wasn’t sure what
Joanna thought but I was guessing she was rather amused by it. As for me.
Well. I had just lost all control
of my bladder, and now once again that damn chastity device felt like it was
trying to squeeze my entire cock right off my body. I was scared shitless. I was nervous as heck. And there was absolutely no way I could feel
any sexual excitement from a situation such as that. No way!
It was just that crazy chastity device that Joanna had bought me. Somehow it had the technology to start
shrinking, all on its own, at the worst times ever. And once again, this was one of those
times.
I don’t know if
either Joanna or Ashley was saying anything.
They probably were, but my mind refused to listen. I was too self-absorbed in this latest
affront to my decency and masculinity…or lack thereof. I didn’t want to do it, but I once again
remembered that the bottom line was that I had willingly signed that agreement
granting them both full authority over just about everything to do with me…and
my sanity. If that’s what they ordered
me to do, then I was supposed to have no say at all in the matter. I was supposed to just do it. Like it or not. I had signed that agreement – with my own
hand. There was just a small question as
to how willingly I had actually signed it…not that it mattered. I had
done it. I had agreed. And that was the
bottom line. I had in essence, given my
life away…to them. With the stroke of a
pen, I had given away my comfortable decent life, and exchanged it for whatever
humiliating facsimile that Joanna and Ashley decided to replace it with.
I stood there and
considered my only two real ways out. I
could use my safe phrase, but I already knew that Joanna had thought fairly
seriously about this and had approved it.
Not only would I wind up doing it in the end, but she would no doubt
saddle me with something else that would be monstrous, just to make my entire
life more miserable. Case in point was
the shoes I was now wearing…and would continue to wear no matter where I
went. So using my safe phrase was
definitely out.
That left me only
one other option. I could end the entire
agreement at any time with nothing more than just my decision to quit. That’s all it would take. If I did that, then all the humiliation would
end. I would have my own respectable
life back again. Ashley, in theory,
would have to leave, and I would be left completely alone…to my own
miseries. I wouldn’t have to see her, or
Joanna, again.
Should I stop it?
Should I quit? It was by far the
better option. Everything screamed at me
that I should simply give the word and quit.
Now would be the perfect time, while Ashley and her mother were still
talking over the phone. Quit and get my
life back…or at least be able to work towards getting it back without having to
worry about it becoming constantly worse.
Quitting was by
far my best option. Quitting was the
smart thing to do. Quitting was the
right thing to do.
But the
temptation…. The allure…. The thrill….
I gulped. Until further notice, I would now be wearing
diapers…to work.
