The Bet
By Karen Singer
Chapter 53 (Tuesday – Week 8 Part 8 of 10)
Chad was glad
to be doing something useful for a change – and not playing with paper dolls
like he usually did in the afternoons now.
And his shoes were even on his feet – where they belonged. His feet hurt a bit, but there was no way he
was going to remove them now if he could help it. The only thing that kept hindering his work
now – was Robin. It seemed like every
hour she kept bringing him another baby bottle to drink. In a way, it was like she was giving him a
break from his work every hour or so.
While he appreciated the breaks, he could definitely do without the
bottles!
His one biggest
problem now though, was his plastic panties – showing under the bottom of his
girdle – and, he was fairly sure they would also show below the hem of his
skirt – even pulled down. How was he
going to get out to his car like that?
Could he leave early? Somehow he
didn’t think so. Could he leave
late? That seemed like a much more likely
possibility. Until…
Chad noticed an
email coming in from Mel. He opened it
quickly.
Sissy!
I’m glad you weren’t hurt during your encounter at lunchtime
today. We’ll talk more about that
later.
Derek will be joining me for dinner tonight, so make sure
you make something good – that he will like!
And make sure the apartment looks perfect!
Full maid’s uniform tonight – and you better look perfect
too!
As always, call me when you change your diaper.
Just like her
notes in the morning, the email wasn’t signed, but then he didn’t need it to
be.
Derek was coming
for dinner! And he had to make something
that Derek would like! Chad had no
doubt that Mel wanted to impress Derek as much as possible. So what should he cook? Everything that immediately came to mind was
nothing that Mel had in her apartment.
He usually made diet dishes that women would like, not meat and potato
dishes that Derek preferred. What was he
going to do? Go shopping on the way
home? Dressed like he was? With his plastic panties showing beneath his
skirt? Not likely!
So now he had another problem… Derek!
Despite his need
to leave work as soon as possible, when quitting time came, Chad’s fear
kept him rooted to his desk. He shut his
computer down, but he couldn’t bring himself to get out of his chair.
Robin stopped by
at the entrance to his cubicle as she was leaving. “What are you doing? It’s time to go home.”
“Um… I’m giving it a few minutes till most people
can leave,” he explained. “I’m afraid my
diapers will show too much below my skirt.”
“How long do you
plan on waiting?”
“I don’t
know. Probably ten of fifteen
minutes. Hopefully, that should be
enough.”
Robin smiled and
came all the way into his cubicle. “Plenty of time then… for this!” she said as
she pulled another bottle out of his diaper bag.
Chad wanted to
groan out loud, but he put the bottle to his lips and started drinking. As soon as Robin had left, and he was sure
she wasn’t coming back, he stuck the unfinished bottle back into his diaper bag
again. He really didn’t want to drink
anything else.
After ten
minutes, he cautiously got up and checked the halls. It seemed clear enough. He walked down to the first turn, and saw too
many people still around. He went back
to his desk. Five minutes later, he
tried it again – and again went back to his desk. He had to wait another five minutes before
everything had cleared enough that he felt sufficiently safe to hurry to his
car.
By the time he
got home, got all his clothes off, took a much needed shower, put his one
single diaper on again, and finally phoned Mel, he was a half hour later than
usual.
“Why are you so
late?” Mel complained when she answered his phone call.
Chad didn’t
have any other answer except the truth.
“My diapers were showing too far below my skirt for me to get to my
car.”
Mel would have
laughed if she wasn’t so irritated at him for being late – today of all days –
today when Derek was coming for dinner!
“What are you
going to do about dinner?” she asked.
“I don’t know
yet,” Chad
admitted. “Derek usually prefers steaks
and maybe a baked potato. We don’t have
any so I’m going to see what I can put together when I get to your apartment.”
Mel thought about
it for a moment. Derek preferred
steaks. “Don’t do that,” she said. “Go to the grocery store as fast as you can
and get whatever steaks you think he’ll like!
Get two. One for me too. And try to get back before either of us get
there!”
Chad wasn’t too
sure about doing that, especially in light of his earlier experience at the
convenience store, but he agreed. As
quickly as he could, he finished getting dressed in his full maid’s uniform and
touched up his makeup and hair. Then he
grabbed his purse and ran out the door and back down to his car. He was going to the grocery store again, but
this time, he was going alone – in his maid’s uniform.
As he drove, he
kept remembering all the past trips he had made there with Mel. It seemed like every week she did something
to make it more embarrassing. So today,
alone and only wearing his maid’s uniform, it shouldn’t be quite as bad as it
had been the last few times. But that
didn’t mean he still wasn’t nervous about it.
He parked his car
and hurried inside. The store wasn’t
quite as crowded as it was on Sunday mornings, but there were still a lot of
people there. He immediately wished he
had left his bright white apron off.
That way, it would have looked like he was wearing a more normal
dress. Did his apron call too much
attention to what he was wearing? He was
sure it did, but like everything else in his life, there wasn’t much he could
do about it.
He quickly found
two nice steaks, and then collected two baked potatoes. He knew better than to buy any for himself –
as much as he would have liked some, he already knew that his dinner tonight
was going to consist of nothing but baby food.
Ugh!
As quickly as he
could, he carried everything back to the checkout counter where he had to wait
in a short line. All too many people
turned to look at him, but at least his maid’s dress was better than most of
the outfits Mel had been making him wear out in public lately. Fortunately, while everyone looked at him,
nobody said anything.
A few minutes
later, he paid for his purchases and was hurrying home. As he parked his car, he was glad to see that
Mel and Derek weren’t there yet. He ran
up the stairs to Mel’s apartment, thankful for the low, easy to do everything
in, heels on his feet. Two minutes later
he was breathlessly trying to get everything prepared as much as possible
before anyone got there. He didn’t get
far however before Mel came running in.
“Sissy,” she
called as she came through the door. Chad ran out to
greet her with his usual curtsey. “How
is everything going?” she asked.
He
curtseyed. “I just got back,” he
said. “I was just starting.”
Mel took a moment
to look him over. “Your shoes could be
shined better. Your apron and dress could look better too. I suppose you wore them to the store?”
He curtseyed
again. “Yes, Mistress.”
She shook her
head. “And your earrings are all
wrong! You don’t wear earrings like that
with your uniform!”
Chad realized
that he had neglected to change his long dangling heart shaped earrings for the
simple studs he usually wore.
“You’ll just
have to do,” Mel declared exasperatedly.
“Hurry up now and get dinner ready.
I’m going in to change. When
Derek gets here, I expect you to answer the door as a proper maid. Curtsey, greet him – properly. And offer him a drink!”
Chad curtseyed
again. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good!” She turned and ran off toward her bedroom.
Chad went back
to preparing dinner – for them. He had
just put the baked potatoes into the microwave oven when he heard someone
knocking on the door. Wiping his hands
quickly he hurried to answer it. He was
glad to see Derek when he opened the door.
Knowing that Mel would probably be listening from her bedroom, he
curtseyed politely and said in his sissy voice, “Good evening, Derek. Please come in.” He closed the door again as soon as Derek had
entered – even though Derek never once took his eyes off of him.
“Where’s Mel?”
Derek asked.
Chad
curtseyed. “Changing. She just got home from work. Can I get you a drink while you wait?”
Derek considered
it. “Beer.”
“Um… I’m afraid all we have here is wine. Will that do?”
Derek rolled his
eyes. “I guess it will have to.”
Chad hurried
off while Derek found a seat in the living room. It only took Chad a few minutes to pour a glass
of wine for Derek. He quickly carried it
out to him. He waited while Derek
sampled it.
“Hmm. Not bad,” Derek said. “Beer would have been better, but this is
okay.”
“Mel likes
wines,” Chad
explained. “She has a pretty good
collection.”
Before Derek
could reply, Mel’s bedroom door opened and she came out wearing a simple – but
short – red dress. “Hi Derek,” she said. “Sissy, I’ll have a glass of that too.”
Chad curtseyed
and hurried off as Mel sat down next to Derek on her sofa. He poured her glass of wine and hurried out
to her with it. He curtseyed as he
presented the glass to her.
“Thank you Sissy,”
Mel said. “Now please get dinner
ready. I’m starving.”
Chad curtseyed
again. “Right away,” he replied. But Mel wasn’t paying the least bit attention
to him anymore. He went back to
preparing dinner.
“So what’s this
big problem you seem to have lately?” Derek asked Mel.
“Ugh! Are you familiar with Sunshine Corporation
and Green Growers United?” Mel asked.
“I’ve heard of
Sunshine,” Derek replied. “Big
conglomerate, aren’t they?”
“Very!” Mel
replied. “Green Growers is a major
collection of farmers, mostly pesticide free stuff. They’ve been doing a booming business for
years now but as I understand it, they’re looking for capital so they can
expand. Enter Sunshine Corporation. They’re trying to buy Green Growers, but the
Green Growers board members don’t want to lose their positions. It’s a bit of a tricky problem, but
basically, Sunshine is going to remain the quiet owner of Green Growers and
simply infuse them with more cash.”
“So should I be
buying stock in one of them?” Derek asked.
“I
wouldn’t. This one could just as easily
lose money as make it.”
“So what do you
have to do with it that makes it such a problem?”
As Mel as telling
Derek about her involvement in the merger, Chad prepared their dinner and
carefully set the table. When the food
was ready, he dished it out and put it all on the table along with fresh
glasses of wine for each of them. Then
he called them to dinner. They both got
up slowly from the couch as they talked and came slowly into the kitchen,
paying no attention to anything except themselves and what they were talking
about.
As soon as they
were seated, Mel excused herself from the conversation she was having with
Derek and turned to Sissy. “Sissy,” she
said, “we’re seated. Where do you
belong?”
Chad breathed a
small sigh and started for his perch in the other room.
“Don’t forget to
take another bottle with you,” Mel called behind him. “If you’re late tonight, I’m going to let
Derek punish you!”
Chad’s eyes went wide with
fright. He ran back to the refrigerator
and took a fresh baby bottle out. He was
drinking it before he reached his perch.
A minute later, he was stuck in his corner again, head tilted back,
staring only at the corner of the ceiling until he could finish his latest
bottle. He could almost hear Mel and
Derek talking behind him, but he couldn’t make out anything of what they were
saying. Were they talking about
him? If so, maybe it was best that he
couldn’t hear them.
As soon as his
bottle was finished, he lowered it to his side and lowered his head to stare
into the dim close confines of the corner where he could see nothing. His forehead was resting against the corner. He could feel his false breasts shoved into
the corner walls as well. While his
heels were trapped over top of the bar of the perch, his toes were forced far
down below, a position that made his feet hurt and soon caused his legs to hurt
as well. It was a position he was all
too used to. Certainly not fun. Just something he had to put up with –
because of what he was – a sissy.
He didn’t know
how long he was forced to stay like that, unmoving and uncomfortable. Time seemed to have a different speed
whenever he was stuck in his corner. He
occasionally felt himself wetting, but most of the time it was very short
lived. More often, he felt like he was
going to pee, but he couldn’t feel anything happening. And sometimes, that feeling simply went
away. Was he peeing then, only so slowly
that he couldn’t feel it? He had to hope
so, only because he didn’t want to get punished by Derek for not leaking on
time.
He occasionally
heard a bit of laughter coming from the kitchen behind him, but other than
that, he couldn’t make out anything of what they were talking about. He finally just let his body relax as much as
possible and entered an almost trancelike state where he was somewhere between
awake and sleeping. A state where he
could ignore the pain in his feet and legs.
A state where he didn’t have to concentrate on not moving. A state he could maintain for a very long
time. Except…
The telltale
tickle of his diaper leaking was enough to startle him fully awake. “I’m leaking!” he called into his
corner. But his statement went unanswered. “I’m leaking!” he called again much louder.
“Damn it!” Mel’s
voice came agitatedly from the kitchen behind him. “Can’t you learn to stay quiet while I’m
entertaining company? Just shut up and
stay there till we’re ready for you! I
can already see we’re going to have to punish you for things you’ve done wrong
tonight. So just stand there and think
about that! And be quiet!”
Punished? For what?
Not that she really needed a reason.
That was part of the contract.
She could punish him for no reason at all. But as hard as he tried, he couldn’t think of
a single thing he had done wrong. Maybe
he went over his time limit for his diaper to be leaking? Since he had no way of knowing how long he
had been on his perch, he didn’t know the answer to that one.
So he was still
stuck there, standing on his uncomfortable perch and crammed into his
corner. With nothing to do, nothing to
see, and the only thing he could really feel was the miserable aching in his
feet and legs… oh, and the pee running down the inside of his legs from his
leaking diaper – which was an all too irritating feeling.
1 comment:
Poor Sissy. Perhaps she could ask Mel to put up some of her crayon art in her corner so she can admire it while she perches. :)
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