The
Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter
17 – Part 1 of 2
I certainly
didn’t sleep well. Not only did my
locked on shoes hurt all night, but my diaper full of ice kept me awake as
well. Not only that, but the bed was
small and felt totally different. The
room was smaller and felt totally different.
The entire house felt totally different to me now. But my biggest problem of course was my damn
overly wet, freezing cold, full of ice, diaper.
It was several hours before I realized that all that ice was finally
gone. A few hours more before my diaper
no longer felt cold inside. I had wet in
my diaper several times, trying desperately to melt that ice in there, but I
don’t think wetting in there did much of anything at all to the ice. The diaper simply took that moisture and
wicked it up…leaving behind the solid and all too frozen ice.
It was very
uncomfortable, to say the least. But
that didn’t stop me from trying once again to hump the bed and get some relief
before I went to sleep that night. Of
course, Ashley stood there in my doorway watching me trying to do it for a few
minutes, right after she deposited that dumb baby bottle on my new dresser with
instructions that I had to drink it all before I went to sleep. And then she had stood there for a little
while watching me trying to get some kind of relief inside that diaper of
misery. Relief that was totally
impossible in those conditions. By the
time I finally gave up on it, I looked up to see that she was gone. She was now in my old bedroom, with the door
closed, and probably locked behind her.
My door, of course, was wide open.
I might as well not even have a door on my room anymore.
Sunday morning
found me trying to get that relief once again, but this time there was no more
ice in my diaper. And to be honest, once
I really got started and the images and memories of what I had been through
flooded my mind, it took me no time at all to flood my diaper with a different
kind of moisture. A sticker kind. Not that it matter to me, nor could I tell
any difference inside my huge diaper. I
was merely happy for the release.
I got up from the
bed earlier than usual. I wanted
desperately to go to the bathroom, but Ashley wasn’t letting me out of that
damn diaper until she said I could remove it.
I not only wanted a shower pretty badly, but after being basically stuck
in diapers since I had gotten home from work Friday evening, there was
something more I was worried about doing, or not doing, in that diaper. And it was something I’d much rather not do!
And I had signed up for this life?
My God what an idiot I was! But
then, I already knew that.
That humongous
diaper wasn’t leaking, much to my great surprise. All the duct tape that Joanna had secured the
diaper with was keeping the top of it all too firmly bound to my waist. It was the bottom part where all the moisture
collected that was my biggest problem. After
all the ice Joanna had dumped into that thing, and after wetting it a number of
times, it was still holding everything.
Except that now it felt like I was wearing a bowling ball between my
legs. Not only was it heavy, but it was
so bloated and hard that I could barely walk in the thing. But not walking in it wasn’t an option since
I needed to get around. It’s just that
walking anywhere was even more difficult because of the five inch heels locked
to my feet.
With Ashley still
sleeping, I didn’t bother putting that darn pacifier in my mouth. I did carry it with me out to the kitchen
though where I started the coffee making.
Ashley didn’t drink coffee, but I did, and despite my overly bloated
diaper, and despite being worried about doing other things in that diaper, I
still wanted a cup of coffee. So the
coffee maker got put to work while I sat at the table and stared out at the
backyard. In other circumstances, I
would have loved to go out and start on some new project out in my shop, but
under my current circumstances, I had a feeling that it was going to be a long
time before I got to indulge in that hobby again. With a sigh, I got up and poured myself a cup
of coffee – purposely ignoring the stupid baby bottle that Ashley had declared
I had to drink out of all the time.
I finished my
coffee and then wet my diaper again as I was washing and “hiding away” the cup
I had used. I quickly noticed the first
sign after that of my overly bloated diaper leaking. Now I just needed Ashley to wake up and tell
me I could go change it – at which point I was planning on doing something else
in that bathroom too. Something that
involved using the toilet that I knew she didn’t want me to use. Wake up Ashley! But the house remained all too quiet.
Ten o’clock came
and went…and I needed to pee again. But
this time I held it. Where the heck was
Ashley? Still in my nightgown, and still
without that stupid pacifier in my mouth, I went back to my bedroom to lay on
the bed and wait for Ashley to get up, keeping that dumb pacifier at hand for
the minute I heard her bedroom door opening.
Actually, I figured that she might already be up, but with her own
bathroom now and her door closed, she could stay there all day and I’d never
know it. She did need to eat though, but
so far, no Ashley…and my need to pee was only getting worse. My need to do something else that I didn’t
want to do in a diaper was also getting worse.
Ashley…wake up! Let me out of
this damn diaper! But still the house
remained all too quiet. I think it was
the first time I had actually wished to see Ashley sooner rather than later.
It was getting
close to eleven by the time I heard any noise from her room. The pacifier went quickly into my mouth, and
I immediately let loose and peed into my diaper, standing up in the process so
the resulting leaks would show up easily the moment she walked out of the
room. I waited for her in the doorway to
my bedroom, but it was still a few minutes before her door opened.
She seemed
surprised to see me. “What are you
doing?”
I pulled that
damn pacifier plug from my mouth so I could talk. “Waiting for you,” I said as I pulled my
nightgown up. “I’m leaking like crazy,”
I told her, and was able to show her the pee still literally running down my
legs. “Can I change this damn diaper
now?”
She smiled
broadly. “Wow that thing looks big.”
“Trust me,” I
replied rather desperately, “it is. I
can hardly walk in it.”
She giggled. “I love it!”
“So can I change
it now?”
“Absolutely
not!”
“But it’s
leaking. Badly!”
“Yeah,” she said
with a laugh. “I can see that.” And then her grin turned all too wicked. “But what I still haven’t seen you do yet is
to make a mess in any of your diapers.
And today, you’re not getting out of that thing until I can smell it all
over the house.”
I was
flabbergasted. “What?”
“You heard
me. Now stick that pacifier back in your
mouth and keep it there. Just get
dressed,” she added, then giggled. “At
least on top. Find a bra and another
blouse to wear. I can’t wait to see how
bad that big diaper gets later.” With
that, she put her crutch to work and headed toward the living room.
Damn her! I headed to the bathroom anyway – not to
remove that diaper that I was desperate to get out of, but to shave and clean
myself up as best I could.
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“I don’t smell
anything yet!” Ashley yelled from her seat in the living room shortly after
lunch.
I headed into the
living room from the kitchen where I was still cleaning up. I pulled the plug from my mouth. “That’s because I haven’t done anything like
that yet,” I replied, all too frustrated with her.
“Turn around and
bend over,” she ordered. “Let me
see.”
I turned around
and bent over, showing her the crotch of the huge ball that my diaper was.
I heard her
laugh. “God that thing is big.”
“I can hardly
walk with it like this,” I told her, my super padded rear end still up in the
air.
“Yeah, I know,”
she replied. “It’s hysterical the way
you’re waddling around here. Now stand
up and get busy again. And remember the
sooner you mess that thing, the sooner you can get out of it.”
Ugh! I stuck the plug back in my mouth and walked
out to the living room.
“Let me know
before you mess yourself,” she called after me.
“I want to watch!”
In my present
state within the framework of things, was I allowed to kill her?
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I didn’t want to
do it. I didn’t want to do anything
nearly like it at all, but Ashley wasn’t giving me any choice in the
matter. And if I ever wanted to get out
of that damn diaper that kept dripping pee all down my legs, then I really
didn’t have much of a choice. And to
make matters worse, Ashley had been taking pictures of that diaper, front and
back, and sending them off to her mother.
I have no doubt that the two of them were finding my miserable plight to
be hilarious. I’m sure they thought it was hilarious. I
certainly didn’t!
I finally
couldn’t take it anymore and went in to find Ashley. A few seconds later, she had her camera aimed
at my backside.
“Okay, I’m
ready,” Ashley told me. “Let ‘er rip!”
Bad choice of
words…at least to my opinion. Because
with as bloated as my diaper now was, adding something far more solid, not to
mention smelly, just might rip the thing.
But since I was so desperate to change it, I stood with my back to her
and did my best to finally ease up on all those muscles I had been fighting
against all day.
Horrible is not a
word that could describe what I felt. Humiliated
was definitely way up there in the mix of emotions. Embarrassed was also way up there. But horrible was simply too tame a word. The word would need to convey something far,
far worse, and just then, I couldn’t think of one. Of course, just then, with the pressure of
all that mess suddenly starting to slide out of my backside and into that huge
sodden diaper, I couldn’t think of much else besides how awful that felt.
I could feel it
coming out of me. I could feel it having
trouble against the tight confines of that overly bloated diaper. I could feel it spreading out to force its
way into whatever tiny place it could. I
could feel the sickness in my stomach over what I was doing. And I could feel my face turning beet red,
despite my back being turned toward her…and her camera. At some point, I know my legs bent
somewhat. I know my body seemed to move
around a little at the horror of the unknown feelings. But somehow, I managed to “mostly” stand
there and do what she wanted me to do…and what I desperately didn’t want to do. With the overly tight confines of that
diaper, I’m not even sure that all of it managed to actually get out of
me. I think some of it was still stuck,
half in and half out. I had to push on
it a little, but that didn’t really seem to do all that much. My diaper was simply too full. And of course, Ashley was laughing
hysterically. I guess, in her position,
I would laugh too. But trust me, in my
position, I wasn’t laughing at all.
I turned around
and sheepishly faced her. She was taking
more pictures of me. I pulled the
pacifier from my mouth. “Can I please go
change now?” I begged.
“Oh hell no. Not
yet,” she replied. “I want you to enjoy
that messy diaper first.”
I know my mouth
hung open in shock. It’s a good thing I
had already removed that pacifier because it would have dropped to the floor.
“Now go back to
work,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll tell
you when you can change it.”
I couldn’t
believe her. Well, yes I could. But I didn’t want to believe her. She wasn’t letting me change…after that! I tried walking, but trust me, my legs barely
moved. They were far more straddle
legged than before, and it wasn’t just because of the bulk of the diaper
between my crotch. Now I was simply
trying not to do anything to make the awful feel of what was in the back of my
diaper any worse. With my legs now very
wide apart, I turned my five inch heels in the direction of the laundry room
again, where I was washing all of Ashley’s sheets…that used to be my sheets.
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Mushy mushy!
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