The Bet
By Karen Singer
Chapter 60 (Tuesday – week 9 Part 4 of 6)
Mel sipped her
coffee at the kitchen table as Sissy pushed the vacuum cleaner around her
living room carpet. He was pushing the
thing with one hand while drinking from his baby bottle with the other. Now that she had eaten, she was starting to
feel a lot more tired – more like sleeping.
She supposed Sissy deserved a little more sleep as well, even though he
had already had some sleep. It was the
only reason she hadn’t made him change into a fresh diaper yet. And she had to get him back into his leaking
routine soon! But since she had already
decided to let him take a little nap…
She got up from
the table, leaving all the dirty dishes right where they were. They weren’t her responsibility anymore, they
were Sissy’s job. “Turn that thing off!”
she shouted over top of the noisy vacuum.
It was a moment before silence was returned to her apartment. “I’m going in to lay down for a while,” she
told him. “Are you still tired as
well?” Actually, she could see from his
face that he was.
Chad curtseyed. “Yes Mistress. Very!”
Curtsey.
“I figured,” Mel
replied. “Go put some plastic panties on
over those diapers and you can nap on the floor by the couch for a couple of
hours,” she told him. “As wet as those
diapers look now, I don’t want to take a chance that even two of them might
leak before you wake up. And you better
not sleep too long!”
Chad felt totally elated. He curtseyed before saying “Thank you Mistress.” Then naturally, he curtseyed again before
hurrying off to find some plastic panties.
Mel headed
straight for her bedroom. Her bed looked
so good! So comfortable! Still in her clothes, she climbed up on it
and laid back against the pillows. So
comfortable! So nice! She closed her eyes and tried to sleep… and
tried to sleep… and tried… But her mind
wouldn’t let her sleep. It kept
replaying the frantic hunt they had done last night for those clauses in the
contract. She would get all the credit
of course, but it was Sissy who had pointed the way and really found what they
were after. Sissy! She owed him big for that one!
With a grunt, she
rolled over and tried to sleep again.
And tried… and tried… but now her brain had moved on to thinking about
Ray and the way he had behaved last Sunday.
What an asshole! He had only been
after her money all that time! But at
the same time, she not only felt betrayed, she felt like she had lost
something. He had been a big strong
handsome man. Good in bed too! Okay, very good in bed! And yet, under it all, he was still another
male jerk! The asshole!
She rolled over
again, still trying to fall asleep. She
was so weary! So tired! Why couldn’t she sleep? Her thoughts now turned to Sissy. She really should have put him on his hour
and forty-five minute time limit again.
She supposed she was being too nice to him right now. But right now, she was simply too tired to
worry about it. She need some sleep… and
so did he. There would be plenty of time
after they woke up to get him back into the habit again. Besides, he had been drinking his bottles
almost continuously since they had gotten home, so she wasn’t so worried about
it.
But thoughts of
Sissy wouldn’t go away. There was only…
what day was this anyway? Tuesday! There was only today, tomorrow, and Thursday
to go. On Friday he would be free to be
himself again… and possibly regain all of his bladder control. That thought worried her. She could only pray that he wouldn’t. The very thought that he might actually
manage it scared her.
Self-respect,
friends, and a life! The three things
that drove him to want to win. How could
she possibly overcome them? She thought
about what he had done last night. He
was so smart. She was fairly certain
that what he was capable of doing had a lot to do with his self-respect. But he was a sissy too! How could those two things possibly go
together? And she remembered one other
disturbing thought that had hit her earlier… was it right for her to do with
him what she was contemplating doing?
The feeling was unbidden, but she felt scared that what she had planned
for him was in reality very, very wrong!
Frustrated at not
being able to sleep, she finally got out of bed again and headed for the living
room, but she stopped in the doorway.
Sissy appeared to be sound asleep – on the floor right next to the couch
as he had been told. She stood there and
watched his slow heavy breathing. At
least one of them was able to sleep!
Why was she
placing all her dreams in him? A
sissy! A crazy sissy! But at the same time, he was an incredible
sissy. An incredible person as
well. Quietly, she walked over and
stepped carefully around him to get to the couch. She laid down, staring at his prone
form. He looked odd wearing a bra with
those falsies of his. The waist cincher
still around his waist didn’t help matters either. And yet, something about the puffy sight of
his diaper and plastic panty clad bottom thrilled her. He was the one person she could control. The one person she didn’t conflict with in
any way. Even Derek… and Ray… and every
other guy who had ever been in her life, she conflicted with. Every last stinking one of them! But not Sissy.
She had this dominant
streak in her personality that she simply couldn’t get past. And Sissy had his submissive streak. A very, very big submissive streak. He had a host of other oddball fetishes as
well, but every last one of them were nothing but fodder for her to play with –
to her heart’s content! Sissy! So smart!
Yet so submissive as well. Her
tired brain couldn’t find any conflict with that part – smart and
submissive.
Laying on the
couch just above him, she reached her hand out and gently touched his
hair. Of all the men in her life… if she
could really think of him as a man… he was the only one that never upset
her. The only one who seemed to really
understand her. The only one!
She closed her
eyes… and fell asleep.
It was the kind
of dream he hadn’t had in a long time.
The kind of dream where he was once again all powerful… all
knowing. He was simply the best and
everyone knew it.
The frantic
search through Mel’s contract played foremost in his mind. But in his dream, he wasn’t a sissy at
all. He was his old self… dressed as his
old self… behaving as his old self. And
everyone was in awe of what he was doing.
Yet in his dream, as he mapped contract section after contract section –
to everyone’s amazement, he yearned for something else. He wanted that other part of him that he
dared not let anyone know about. And he
wanted it badly. But right now, he was
proving to everyone how great he really was.
And unfortunately, they needed him.
“Here!” his
dream self stated. “Here’s another of
the links you couldn’t find!” Everyone
looked, and everyone was once again impressed with him. He was so good! So good!
But what everyone didn’t know was that secretly, he wasn’t good at
all. He was bad! Very bad!
Because he harbored a secret about himself. A secret he still yearned for – even in the
midst of how great he was. And it was a
secret that if anyone knew, they would no longer think him great at all. All his respect would be gone if anyone found
out. All of it! Yet that didn’t stop him from yearning for it
desperately.
How much longer
till this job was done? How much longer
till he could get out of there. He
wanted desperately to go home… home to where his sissy things were. Home to where all his wonderful play things
were. Home… to where he could be
himself.
His frustration
at having to work grew. And grew. And grew!
Until he finally shouted at everyone.
“Find it yourselves! I’ve shown
you how, now figure it out!” And his
dream self ran out. The wonderful thing
about dreams is that you can be anywhere else in a blink of an eye. And that’s what happened as he suddenly found
himself unlocking the door to his apartment.
His empty apartment. Empty, but
not really empty. The things he
treasured the most were all there. He
needed little else.
In his dream, he
rushed to his closet. There… there they
were. All his wonderful pretty
things. He grabbed his silly sissy pink
dress and pulled it out. He looked at
all the shoes on the floor and grabbed the pair of pink patent high heels.
And in his dream…
he was finally free to be… whatever he felt like being! Himself!
His sissy things were his refuge from the stress and cares of his
“other” life.
He was once again
attired in the sissy dress, with the sissy shoes when he got the call. He had to go back! No!
His dream-self changed clothes in the blink of an eye, and he was once
again back in Mel’s office helping them find the impossible. Which he did, but he still yearned for his
escape… his refuge. And once again he
shouted that he was done with it. They
had to do some of it themselves – just so he could get back to his sissy things
and be who he really was.
And moments
later, he was just that, relishing the feelings of being a sissy. The delicious feelings he simply couldn’t
ignore. There were two halves to
him. Two! He wasn’t like everyone else. It was the combination of both halves that
made up who he really was. One simply
couldn’t exist without the other. One
half of him was all man… all work, but it was his sissy half that balanced that
other half. It was his sissy half that
enjoyed life the most. Until they called
for him again!
Find it! Find it!
Find it!
“Mel! Did you find those problems yet?”
“No Daddy, I’m
working on them. I’m trying! I promise!” Mel’s dream-self replied to her
father.
“Then work
faster! We’re almost out of time!”
“I’m trying
Daddy!” she repeated. Her father
disappeared and she went back to work reading the impossible legal phrases in
front of her. She had to find it! She had to!
It was here somewhere! But where!
“Got it!” Sissy
said from the floor.
She jumped up and
took the paper from him. Yes! This was it!
She ran out of her office, across the hall and into her father’s
office. He was seated as usual behind
his desk. “I found it!” she replied
enthusiastically as she crossed the office toward him. But she didn’t get far.
“Who found it?”
her father accused. “You or Sissy?”
She stopped short
in the middle of the room. “Sissy found
it,” she admitted.
“So you did
nothing!”
“I tried! I really tried! He just found it first.”
“But it’s not
you that did it! He did it! He deserves the credit, not you!”
“No, we both…”
“He found it! Not you!”
“He found it! Not you!”
In her despair,
she watched in horror as her father faded in front of her. His image becoming more and more
transparent. And somehow, she knew that
her father was gone. Totally gone! Forever gone.
She would never see him again.
All because she had failed. He
was that disappointed in her.
“Daddy, come
back!” she wailed. “Come back! Please come back!” But she knew he wouldn’t. He was too disappointed in her. She hadn’t found it herself. She had failed.
“Daddy!”
“Hello,
beautiful lady,” Ray said with a big smile on his face as he walked up to the
table Gloria was sitting at. He came
over to her and planted a quick kiss on her cheek before sitting down.
Gloria smiled at
him but didn’t say anything else.
Damn! Did he have to be so
handsome? She had purposely gotten to
the restaurant a little early so that she would be there ahead of him, and to
get a good table since the restaurant was so crowded. As soon as he was seated, she stood up and
took two steps toward him… and slapped his face as hard as she could!
“You lying,
cheating, conniving bastard! How dare
you do that to my best friend! How dare
you take information that should have been kept quiet and use it like
that! How dare you go after someone as
sweet as her… for her money and nothing else!
You bastard! I hope you rot in
Hell!”
With that, she
walked out on him, knowing full well that she had the eyes of every person in
the entire place.
He rolled a little to get more comfortable…
and came up against the coffee table.
And he woke up. He opened his
eyes and saw Mel sound asleep on the couch right in front of him. She was so beautiful. Even in her sleep. His mind played back some of the “special”
moments he had shared with her – bathing her in her tub… the few times he had
been in bed with her while she was naked.
None of those times had he ever seen her naked body. He wasn’t allowed. He didn’t deserve to. He was a sissy. And as such, he didn’t deserve the
honor. But his hands had certainly
enjoyed it. He was certain that through
his hands he knew her body better than she did.
Well, maybe not, but it was a very pleasing thought that he hung onto.
The floor was
uncomfortable, but not horribly. At
least her carpet was somewhat soft. He
didn’t want to wake her. What was she
doing out here in the living room? She
had gone into the bedroom to sleep. He
took some time to study her face – her beautiful face. He had long ago memorized every detail of it,
and now he did it again, in greater detail.
She was so amazing. And he was… a
damn sissy.
He knew perfectly
well the kind of man she needed. The
kind of man she went out with. He had
seen her often enough with both Derek and Ray.
And she deserved them, not someone like him – someone who was nothing
but a total embarrassment – only fit for everyone’s amusement and nothing
more.
But even sissy’s
can have dreams. He wished she could at
least know how much he worshiped her… adored her. Even though she would only laugh. And she was so amazing in the things she made
him do. He had never in his life
expected to find any Mistress… let alone one who could push his buttons and
take such total charge of him the way she did.
Amazing! She was so amazing! And she would never know.
And their little
bet would be over with all too soon. In
only a few more days. And she would be
gone from his life… forever! What was it
that Andrea had suggested? Should he
purposely lose the bet? There were
things about that idea that tempted him, but he knew for a fact that he could
never do that. He would play it out as
best he could. And no doubt, by Friday
afternoon at the latest he would be totally in control again.
And then what?
What would happen after he had won the bet? The future would have to grant him what it
could. But one thing he knew for sure,
Mel would be nothing more to him after that than his next-door neighbor. Unfortunately. Something inside of him felt a huge loss.
Not wanting to
wallow in despair, he decided he needed to get up… and the only reason he could
think of to do that was to get another bottle.
There was no other reason to do it, and he didn’t need another
reason. The bottle would help wash away
the morbid thoughts that had started running through his head.
Very quietly, he
got to his feet and tiptoed in his pink high-heeled shoes out to the
kitchen. The cold tea he was drinking a
moment later felt good against his dry throat, and further down his body he
felt a brief spurt of pee escaping him in appreciation. Peeing.
The two diapers he was wearing were totally soaked! Totally!
He supposed he better change them right away. Immediately!
But not before making her a fresh pot of coffee. She might sleep the rest of the day, but he
would make sure she had fresh coffee available as soon as she woke up. It was the least he could do for her.
Once her coffee
maker was at work, he tiptoed quietly toward the bathroom to change. He paused once again to admire her sleeping
body. And as he did so, he felt an odd
mixture of total appreciation for what she had done with him and what she was…
mixed with feelings of regret that it would all soon be over with. He forced himself to turn away from her and
head for the bathroom. All good things
must come to an end.
He put on only
one diaper and he checked the time as he did it. She was sleeping, but he would put himself on
his hour and forty-five minute schedule anyway.
And who knows, maybe he could even rack up a few more bonus minutes to
use later – if she believed him as to when he actually put the diapers on.
Ray’s phone rang
as he was still driving back toward the office.
“Hello?”
“I expect you
here at nine o’clock tonight!” Gloria said in a very no-nonsense tone of voice.
“Gloria?” She was the last person he expected to hear
from. And now she wanted to see him
tonight?
“Nine o’clock!”
Gloria replied. “Don’t be early! Don’t be late! Nine!”
“Will this involve me getting slapped
again?” he asked somewhat sarcastically.
“Only if you
want me to,” Gloria replied. “Nine
o’clock!” She hung up before he could
say anything else
Baby bottle in
hand, Chad
quietly checked on Mel again. Still
sleeping. He knew it didn’t really
matter, but he also knew that she preferred seeing him in his maid’s
uniform. Did he dare go out and get
changed? What if she woke up? He watched her a few moments longer. So beautiful!
And something in him made the decision.
She preferred his maid’s uniform so he would take the chance. Very quietly, he grabbed his purse, and with
his diaper still fully on display, he opened her door and snuck out. He only hoped she wouldn’t wake up… and that
she’d approve.
He hurried as
fast as he dared. Not having to change
his diaper sped things up quite a bit.
Basically, all he did was to slip the maid’s dress on, tie his apron in
place, and step into his shoes. Since he
was in such a hurry, he didn’t dare even look at his makeup or fuss with his
hair, but he was sure that Mel would approve of his efforts anyway.
As quietly as he
could, Chad
went back to Mel’s apartment. It was a
lot less nerve wracking going between their apartments dressed in his maid’s outfit
than just wearing a diaper. As strange
as it sounded, he almost felt normally dressed in the uniform. He opened her door and closed it again as
quietly as he could before tiptoeing over toward the couch where he breathed a
sigh of relief. She was still
sleeping.
But now that he
was back and dressed, and Mel was still sleeping, what was he supposed to do
with himself? He certainly didn’t want
to wake her. He headed for the kitchen
where he was less concerned about doing anything that might wake his Mistress
up. He found his latest baby bottle
again and automatically put it to his lips as he scanned the kitchen for
something to do. And his eyes finally
fell on the cabinet that held all his baby food. It was lunchtime… a little past actually. And he was hungry. Would Mel mind if he made his own lunch? But he had no doubt that if he ate anything
other than the baby food in that cabinet that she would be really angry over
it. So he opened the cabinet and stared
at the colorful selection of jars inside.
And one by one, his hand that wasn’t holding his baby bottle started to
pull jars out and set them on the counter.
1 comment:
Awww *hugs* So much Soul-searching and doubt and they're perfect for each other if they could only see it.
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