The Bet
By Karen Singer
Chapter 60 (Tuesday – week 9 Part 5 of 6)
Mel rolled over,
but she only got part of the way before she met with an obstacle. Coming partially awake, she realized it was
the back of the couch. No wonder she
wasn’t as comfortable as she should be.
She rolled back again and opened her eyes… and saw that Sissy was
gone. Where was he?
She was still
terribly tired, but she forced herself to sit up. She heard quick footsteps somewhere behind
her that disappeared into the distance.
She forced herself to her feet, knowing that Sissy had just disappeared
into the kitchen. She only got part way
there before she saw him hurrying toward her – carrying a fresh cup of coffee
in his hands. She couldn’t help it, as
tired as she was, there was still that tingle of sexual excitement as he
curtseyed and offered her the coffee.
She felt a wave of appreciation as well.
“Thank you Sissy,” she said as she took the mug and brought it to her
lips. So good! So good!
His second little curtsey wasn’t lost on her either. Yes, she could easily get very used to this…
but was it right?
“What have you
been doing?” she asked. “I see you got
dressed again.”
Curtsey. “Yes, Mistress. I was just trying to figure out what to make
for dinner tonight.” Curtsey.
Dinner? She looked at the clock. Damn!
She had slept most of the afternoon!
And worse, because of that, she had neglected to keep him on his wetting
deadline! “How many diapers are you
wearing?” she asked quickly.
Curtsey. “Just one Mistress. And…”
“What time did
you put it on?” Mel asked quickly.
Curtsey. “Just over an hour ago. But I saved my last two so you could see how
wet they were when I changed them. And…
I was three minutes early the last time,” he added proudly before curtseying
again.
Mel stared at him
for a moment. He had put himself back on
the schedule – without being made to do it… and he had actually tried to leak
early again. And evidently, he had been
successful! “You saved them?” she asked,
finding it hard to believe.
Chad curtseyed then hurried
away. He ran back again with two plastic
bags in his hands. He curtseyed again
when he got back. Holding the first bag
open, he said, “This was the first one.
It took me an hour and forty three minutes to get this one leaking. I was afraid I wouldn’t make it.”
Mel had no doubt
that he would have been worried about not making it… but even while she was
sleeping? Talk about being honest! She realized he was holding open the second
bag.
“I got this one
leaking in an hour and twenty seven minutes,” he said somewhat proudly.
The thing that
struck Mel the most, other than the odor coming from the bag, was what an odd
thing it was that he seemed to be so proud of.
“Will I still
get those three minutes of reward time tonight?” Chad asked hopefully… before
curtseying again.
Mel nodded. “Yeah.
I guess so,” she replied. She was
still somewhat in shock over the fact that he had done what he did.
Curtsey. “And how about all the times I was early
yesterday?” Chad
asked before curtseying again.
“And how much
did that come to?” Mel asked.
Curtsey. “I don’t know,” Chad admitted. “We were working so hard, I never really
checked the clock. But Andrea will
know,” he reminded her. Curtsey.
“I don’t know,”
Mel replied. “I’ll have to think about
it. And I don’t want to call Andrea
about it either to find out. She’s
probably sleeping,” she added, thinking that she herself would like to do
nothing better than to go back to bed.
But at this time in the afternoon, she would do better to stay up for a
while and simply call it an early night.
But there was also Sissy to consider… and his training. “So you’re getting ready to make dinner?” she
asked. As she asked it, she realized
that she was hungry.
Curtsey. “Yes Mistress. I was just trying to figure out what to
make. What would you like?” Curtsey.
But Mel had no
idea what she wanted to eat. “Surprise
me,” she said rather flatly. She watched
as he curtseyed again before hurrying back to the kitchen. Not knowing what else to do with herself, she
followed. She was a bit surprised to see
a bunch of empty baby food jars out on the counter. “What are these?” she asked between sips of
her coffee.
Curtsey. “They’re from my lunch,” Chad replied. “I left them there so you could see what I
ate.” Curtsey.
Mel nodded. “Good!” she replied a bit shaken by what he
had done again. She turned her attention
quickly back to Sissy as he let out a rather disturbed sounding grunt. The look of distress on his face concerned
her for a moment until she realized what was happening – in the back of his
diaper. “Go home and shower if you
want,” she told him as she looked at the clock.
“But your next time period has just started.” Purposely she turned away from him and
carried her coffee out to the living room where she sat in one of her chairs to
enjoy it. She watched as Sissy hurriedly
left her apartment to get cleaned up.
He was being so
good! He had done everything perfectly…
without her telling him to. Why? He had the perfect opportunity to cheat… or
at least get away with something. And he
had to know that she wouldn’t punish him for it this time. Yet he didn’t cheat! And she realized that she was actually
grateful that he hadn’t. Somehow,
despite her not ordering him to, he had stayed on his strict regimen… in every
way! He even ate the baby food for
lunch! Why?
She couldn’t help
but remember how all night long he had proven how smart he was. And something in her associated that with
having a little bit to do with his self-respect. But now he was purposely doing things that
were just the opposite. Things that
would do anything but give him self-respect.
He wanted self-respect? But at
the same time, he was doing everything to throw it all away! Why?
The word sissy
popped into her brain. He wanted the
self-respect, but he needed the humiliation.
Want… versus need. It was like
there were two halves of him that were constantly at war with each other. She supposed that before their bet started,
his need for the humiliation always took a back seat to everything else. But now, under the terms of their bet… a
fantasy life for him… it was all turned around backwards. Everything else came second to the
humiliation that he craved. But even
still, in the midst of this humiliating life he was currently living, he still
yearned for the normal aspects of his old life.
Self-respect, friends, and a life.
But when living his old normal life, he yearned for nothing more than
diapers, humiliation, and subjugation.
Talk about a complicated psyche!
Gloria would probably have a field day with him… if she let her.
Her thoughts
turned to her own dreams. They were
crazy dreams… only because she could have anything she wanted – if she would
just spend the money and buy it. But it
had been only since Sissy came into her life that she had started moving
seriously forward toward making them a reality.
Only since Sissy.
She wanted a
house. A big fancy house. She could easily buy a dozen without blinking
an eye. And a staff to take care of
them. But she hadn’t even considered
buying a house… not till Sissy. She
smiled. His brilliant mind would have no
trouble managing the everyday necessities of taking care of a nice
mansion. He could probably do it in his
sleep! If she won the bet!
But the terms of
his continued service were only for one year.
What then? What would she do
after that? She supposed that she would
be forced to hire others to take care of her home then. A major pain.
And she really didn’t like strangers going in and out of her house all
the time. Despite growing up with that
kind of environment, it felt more like she was living in a hotel… not her
“private” home. She would lack the
privacy she really liked.
But Sissy… Having Sissy there to take care of her needs
somehow felt different to her. Very
different. She wanted him there… with
her. And she wanted him there badly!
So how could she
overcome his weird warped needs? Needs
that were in direct opposition to each other.
She still didn’t have a clue. But
that thought made her remember one more thing.
Was it really right for her to do to him what she was contemplating? Was it right?
He was a
sissy! But he still had a very good
brain in his head. And one more
troubling thought forced itself upon her.
Did that brilliant mind of his somehow know for sure that he would
win? That was the basis of their bet! It was a troubling thought!
The sound of her
phone ringing snapped her out of her numb-minded reverie! Saved by the bell! She hurried to answer it. “Hello?” she said breathlessly.
“I hope I didn’t
wake you,” Derek’s voice replied.
“No, I was just sitting with a cup of
coffee.”
“So how did
everything go? Did you find the proof
you needed?”
“Oh yeah!” Mel
replied. “It was incredibly well hidden,
but we dug it out.”
“So you managed
to stop the deal from going through?”
“For now. I’m sure it will still happen. They just have to go back and rewrite
everything. Actually, I expect that
Sunshine will just decide to go the easy route and buy them out forcefully
instead.”
“I’m surprised
they didn’t do that in the first place,” Derek’s voice replied.
“It would have
cost them a lot more money,” Mel explained.
“So now that
you’re finished, what are you doing tonight – besides keeping an eye on Sissy.”
“Sleeping! I took a nap this afternoon, but I’m still
exhausted.”
“Too exhausted
for any company?”
Mel stopped to
think about that for a minute. “You can
come, but don’t expect me to be up for anything much more than some easy
conversation. And I mean that!”
Derek
laughed. “Good enough. I want to talk to you about something
anyway.”
“What?”
“I’ll let you
know when I get there.”
“You’re coming
now?”
“Do you need me
to wait?”
“I guess
not. I’ll tell Sissy to make you
something to eat as well. I don’t even
know what he’s planning to make me for dinner yet.”
“Don’t bother,”
Derek replied. “I’ll bring my own
dinner.”
“That sounds
stupid.”
“It’s okay,”
Derek replied. “I’m not in the mood for
a six-course meal.”
Me’s foggy brain
wasn’t sure what to think about that.
“Okay,” she replied. “See you
when you get here.”
She had to wait
another ten minutes until Sissy returned.
“Derek’s coming,” she told him as he was heading straight for the
kitchen. “But he’s bringing his own
dinner, so don’t worry about him. And I
just want something light to eat. I’m
still too tired for anything heavy.”
Chad just curtseyed and said “Yes,
Mistress,” before curtseying a second time and continuing on toward the
kitchen. Actually, he had only planned
on fixing a salad for her for that very reason.
It was another
thirty minutes before Derek arrived. Chad had long
finished preparing Mel’s dinner salad and had been keeping it waiting in the
refrigerator since Mel wanted to wait for Derek. As he went to the door to open it, he was
reminded of that last time he had answered the door for someone – the time that
Ray had arrived and he and Derek had argued!
That had turned out a bit scary.
It still sent shivers down his spine.
He was very glad this time to see Derek as he curtseyed and invited him
in.
Derek headed
straight for the kitchen table and Chad saw Mel give him a quick kiss
on the cheek to greet him. Something
inside of him felt a twinge of… something… at seeing it. But he quickly put those feelings aside. He was a sissy. A big sissy.
He wasn’t allowed to have feelings like that. Or at least, he wasn’t supposed to. Not that it mounted to much of difference.
As he set Mel’s
meal out on the table for her, Derek unwrapped a huge sub sandwich. To Chad it looked like it was big
enough to easily feed four people. And
he knew that without a doubt, Derek would finish every bit of it. Had he ever eaten that much? Yeah, once upon a time. Now he ate almost nothing… and it took almost
nothing to fill him up. Just the thought
of eating that much in one sitting now made him nauseous. Derek had a large size drink with him as well
so he just poured Mel another cup of coffee.
“Back to your
perch Sissy,” Mel told him as he finished pouring for her. She looked briefly at Derek and remembered
the crazy earrings he had brought last time to hold Sissy’s head in place. “And see if you can get those earrings on
your head yourself.”
Chad wasn’t at all happy about
having to go back to his corner again.
And he was a lot less happy about having his head locked in place. And worse, he would have to hook himself
up! But he should have realized that he
would be banished to his corner again.
That’s where he usually spent most of his time while Mel was
eating.
He took another
very long drink from his baby bottle – more to delay the inevitable than for
the liquid he got, then he headed for his perch in the corner. One foot at a time, he climbed up onto the
bar of his perch, forcing himself into the corner and forcing his feet into a
very painful position that he was now all too used to. A position where the only way he could move
his feet was to lift them straight up off of the bar to get out of his corner
again.
Very carefully, by feel alone, his left hand
found the earring hanging down by the chain attached to it. He brought it up to his ear, but he needed
two hands to attach the screw-on earring properly. And in the corner like he was, it was very
difficult. So difficult, that he
couldn’t manage it. And he realized that
even if he did manage it for the first ear, it would be almost impossible for
him to attach the second earring to his other ear.
“Mistress,” he
called. “I can’t do this by myself.”
Mel had been watching him try to do it. Derek had turned around in his seat as
well. They had both been briefly
entertained by watching him try to figure out how to manage the task.
“I’ll get it,”
Derek said as he pushed his seat back.
“No,” Mel
stopped him. She called back to Sissy,
“See if you can figure out a way!”
Derek turned his
seat a bit more so he could watch better while he ate.
Find a way? Chad had no idea how he was going
to do that. He stepped back off of the
perch to take a better look at the situation.
He was glad that Mel didn’t say anything about him getting down off of
the stupid thing.
He stood back and
assessed the situation. The earrings
were hanging by chains from hooks attached to each wall. But the hooks were bent up a bit so it would
be easier to slip the chains on and off of them. He thought he had it figured out. He removed the left earring from the wall and
screwed it onto his ear. It was a bit
heavier than he expected, but he realized he was suddenly starting to find it a
bit exciting. He took the second earring
and attached it to his other ear. Then
he stepped up onto his perch again.
Reaching up with his left hand, he found the chain attached to that
earring and fumbled around with it until he managed to slip it over top of the
hook. His head was now attached to the
left side of the wall. One down. He reached up with his right hand and found
that earring chain. He had to push his
head harder into the corner and pull hard on that chain as he tried to find the
top of the hook and manage to slip the chain over it. And suddenly, the chain dropped into place…
and his head was locked in place between the two walls of the corner. Carefully he lowered his hand again. He could distinctly feel the pull of the
earrings on his earlobes. He must have
inadvertently made them tighter than Derek had done last time. And there was absolutely no way he could move
his head at all!
He was not only
stuck on his perch in the corner, he was attached to that corner. At least this time he didn’t have his hands
tied behind his back. He had been
totally helpless then. So now what? As usual, he could do nothing but close his
eyes and stand there without moving. He
had nothing but his thoughts to occupy his time. He was put away again – out of the way… as if
he was useless. Well, maybe not
useless. He had a feeling that Mel
somehow found it entertaining to see him stuck here like this – like a piece of
art. A picture on the wall or perhaps a
statue. He did feel like that a
bit. But then he was a sissy. His only lot in life was for the enjoyment
and amusement of others. He still found
it amazing that he got such a kick out of it… such a thrill. He didn’t know why that was, other than the
fact that he was a sissy.
But how much
longer was he going to keep getting this kind of thrill? After today, there would only be Wednesday
and Thursday. After that, the dream
would be over. Over. Over.
He was forced to wonder, as Andrea had suggested, if he should throw the
bet? Should he purposely lose? He knew he would have to do it on purpose
because he was still sure he could win.
There was just no way that anyone could become incontinent in only two
months. It was impossible!
But if he won, he
would have a wonderfully furnished apartment.
So many things he needed since he had gotten nothing from his
divorce. So many things he had always
wanted but never had the money to buy.
So many things! And yet, he felt
nothing but sad because he would lose so much as well. Chief among them was Mel. Wow!
She had been great these last two months. Amazing!
He had done things he never imagined.
And it was all going to be over with soon, unless he purposely
lost.
She was in there
right now with Derek. Derek. He remembered the quick kiss Mel had planted
on Derek’s cheek when he had arrived and how he had felt… what? Jealous?
Yeah, that was probably it. But
he was a sissy. What else could he
expect? But did he want to spend another
year enjoying the life of a super sissy, and watching while Mel kissed and made
love to Derek… or who knows who else as well?
He was absolutely not sure about that one.
And as he stood
there, totally immobile, he remembered the feeling of Mel kissing him after he
had bathed her a few days ago. The brief
feeling of pee spurting out of him coincided with the remembered feeling of her
kiss. His body shivered with delight –
all over!
1 comment:
Awwww, I really liked this piece of the story. Especially Sissy thinking about Mel at the end :) I feel all warm and fuzzy and it's not just breakfast!
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