Mister Mike - Chapter 17 – Part 2 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 17 – Part 2 of 2

     All afternoon I kept begging her to finally let me get changed, but the only thing she did instead was to have me find a spray bottle of room freshener that her mother had bought.  She kept that bottle close to her on the table by her chair…and of course sprayed around her once in a while to kill the smell that was emanating from me.  That alone was embarrassing for me. 

     And of course, she made sure that I stayed busy.  She seemed to find the way I was trying to walk to be hilarious.  Vacuum the rug.  Dust the furniture.  Pick up the house.  Anything and everything she could think of to make sure I stayed busy…just so she could laugh at me.

     I had no choice but to wet myself several times during the afternoon.  I have no doubt that most of it ran right out of that diaper and straight down my legs.  I was forever grabbing a paper towel to wipe the mess up with. 

     And then dinner time came, and still Ashley wouldn’t let me change.  I made dinner for both of us.  For obvious reasons, Ashley elected to eat in her chair out in the living room.  I elected to eat at the kitchen counter – standing up.  And that’s despite the fact that I was still wearing five inch heels on my feet.  There was no way I was going to sit down in that mess.  How long would it be before I could leave for work tomorrow and get out of this madhouse?  Not soon enough!

     By the time dinner was over, the entire house smelled like either the air freshener…or me.  Or rather the awful mess in the back of my diaper.  Guess what part I had to put up with?  But since Ashley wasn’t letting me stop working…and I certainly wasn’t interested in sitting down, every last bit of housework possible got done. 

     The evening was wearing on, and I was still wearing that damn messy diaper, and by now I was noticing that my backside was beginning to itch a little.  Not that I could do anything about it, or even scratch at that itch.  The show on TV ended and Ashley yelled those fateful words.  “Mister Miiike!”

     I waddled in to see her and pulled the stupid plug from my mouth.  “What is it?” I asked, desperately hoping she would finally let me change.

      “You want out of that diaper?” she asked.

      “Oh thank you!” I gushed, already turning to head for the bathroom.

      “Not yet!” she yelled quickly. 

     I turned around.  “Not yet?”

      “Not yet!” she replied sternly, once again showing that wicked grin of hers.  “Mom says you can’t go to sleep tonight until you’ve been spanked and you’ve thoroughly humped your bed, and of course that means you’ve got to get your load off.”

      “I’ll remove the diaper and you can spank me right now!” I offered desperately.  I’m not even sure I realized what I was offering.

      “No you won’t!”

      “Huh?”

     Once again that wicked smile was back in place.  “You don’t get out of that messy smelly diaper, until after you’ve shot your load into it.  Then you can get rid of it, wash yourself up, and get ready for me to beat you to a pulp.”

      “What?”

      “You don’t get out of that diaper, until you shoot your load in it!”

      “But…”

      “Actually,” she added, “it was Mom’s idea.”

     Joanna’s idea?  Somehow, I could easily believe it. 

      “Now grab a kitchen chair and carry it back to your room for me so I can watch.  Mom wants pictures, and she wants me to certify that you did do what you’re supposed to.”

     Suddenly, nothing about “doing it” sounded interesting at all.  In fact, it sounded all too repulsive.

      “Get that chair and get busy!” she ordered.  “And stick that baby pacifier back in your mouth.  You have no idea how much I love seeing you sucking on that silly thing.”

     I reluctantly grabbed a kitchen chair and carried it back to my new bedroom, where Ashley had me move it back into the doorway, further away from the smell, before she sat herself down to watch…and take pictures.

     Hating everything about my life, I climbed up on my bed, this time with my messy rear end facing Ashley, and I began trying to do what I usually loved.  Only this time, I didn’t like doing it much at all.  Not in that overly bloated diaper.  And especially not in that super messy and smelly diaper.  Yuck!  But as usual, what choice did I have.  Slowly I began rocking back and forth on my stomach, trying desperately to get enough pressure through the humongous mass that not only encased my sexual organ, it protected it enough that I couldn’t feel much of anything from the outside in there at all.  I immediately heard her camera clicking.  It was hard to ignore. 

     How had I gotten myself into this?  How could I possibly have wound up in a position like this, doing what I was doing?  It was unthinkable.  Yet slowly I did my best to grind away at myself…and my now pent up sexual frustrations. 

     Yes, it was perhaps the worst way ever to try to get any sexual satisfaction.  No, I didn’t find anything about what I was doing to be physically stimulating, not with that big messy diaper that smelled to high heaven.  But still, my brain recognized the total humiliation aspect of what I was being made to do, and it caused me to want the release I needed very much.  The only problem was, I couldn’t.  Not because I didn’t want to.  Not because I hated the smelly load in my diaper.  I couldn’t because my damn diaper was so super thick and full that I couldn’t build enough pressure on it from the outside to stimulate me enough on the inside.  Through all that thickness, I couldn’t feel much of anything on the inside at all – except a constant wet and squishy pressure that did me no good at all.  The will was certainly there, but the physical situation had mc completely thwarted.  My damn diaper was simply too thick. 

     I tried and tried, desperately trying to get enough pressure from the outside so I could feel it inside, but no matter what I did, it was no use.  I tried desperately to hump the bed.  Didn’t work.  I tried pressing on it with my hands.  Didn’t work either.  I tried pounding on it with my fists.  I barely felt it inside.  It was useless!  I finally stopped and looked up at Ashley.  “I can’t!” I said with all too much frustration.

      “What do you mean you can’t?  Get to it!”

      “I can’t do it,” I repeated.  “My diaper is so thick that I can’t feel anything inside there at all.”

     She blinked.  She chuckled.  Then she outright laughed.  “Keep trying,” she said as she messed with her phone.  “I’m texting Mom.”

     Ugh!  But I did keep trying…just not so desperately anymore since I knew it was a lost cause.  Ashley watched me with even more of an amused look on her face while she waited for a reply from her mother.  And the wait was a very long one.  Evidently, her mother was busy.  I had no choice but to grind away at my bed, to no purpose at all, while we waited, and the miserable odor in my room increased. 

     Finally I heard her phone give a soft ding and she opened the text.  “Mom says you can stop now,” she said.  “If you can’t do it, then you can’t.”

     I gladly ceased what I had been doing…or rather trying to do.  As I laid there recovering, I noticed that Ashley was still reading from her phone. 

      “Okay,” she said, finally looking up.  “Go get your shower and get cleaned up.  Mom says I should spank you as soon as you’re through in the bathroom.”

     Once again she had said something I really didn’t want to hear.  But getting out of that diaper and getting cleaned up was the number one priority on my list.  And then she made matters worse. 

      “And Mike,” she said, “the next time I even think you might be holding back from messing in your diapers, you can expect a lot worse than this!”

     I got the point, even though I couldn’t imagine anything worse than the day I had just had.  I also knew I’d do everything possible to not make a mess in my diapers again…whether she liked it or not.  Gratefully, I got up from the bed, only to find that Ashley wasn’t done watching me yet.  She had me move her chair to in front of the bathroom doorway so she could watch…only to make sure I never tried to use the toilet in there.  I acted like such an idea was preposterous, but the truth was that I would have used it the first chance I got!

     She finally unlocked my shoes, and I thankfully removed those five inch heels from my feet.  Then, standing in the tub, I slowly and carefully stripped that awful mass of diaper off of me that I had been trapped in since the day before.  I stuffed it down into the big plastic bag where I was keeping my used diapers.

      “Better take that bag out to the trash tonight,” Ashley said from the hallway.  I can still smell it from here.”

     I agreed with her, but said nothing, especially since that damn pacifier was still in my mouth.  Why couldn’t she leave me alone? 

      “We need to get you a regular diaper pail for those things,” she said from her seat in the hallway. 

     I again didn’t reply.  I wasn’t really interested in getting anything like that at all.  I also wasn’t the least bit interested in continuing to wear the stupid diapers at all.  But somehow I had a feeling I’d be wearing lots of them in the future.  I finally turned the shower water on, and I cleaned myself, and soaked thoroughly, and cleaned myself some more, and then stood there and soaked some more, and then I cleaned myself again.  I simply felt like I wasn’t getting myself thoroughly clean, not after what I had been wearing for so long. 

     But eventually I turned the shower water off and started drying myself off, only to find that Ashley was missing from her chair by the door.  Did I dare try using the toilet…quickly? 

But before I had the chance, I heard her coming back again.  She stopped in the doorway.  “I’ll just put this in your room for you for when you go to bed later,” she told me.  “Make sure you drink all of it.” 

     I now saw that she had that dumb baby bottle in her hands again.  Reluctantly, I nodded.  A few minutes later, she had locked my heels back onto my feet and had me lead the way into my new bedroom.  I spread another diaper out on the bed and laid on top of it.  Ashley decided to try and stand this time, thinking she could get better leverage.  After the way she had hit me last night, I was sure she didn’t need better leverage. 

      “Hmm,” she mused as she stood over me.  Then she giggled.  “You’ve got a bit of a diaper rash there.”

     Ugh!  I had thought so.  “Maybe it would be better not to do this then,” I suggested – hopefully!

      “No way!” Ashley quickly replied.  “Besides, both Mom and I figured you would probably have this problem after spending all day in such a messy diaper.  And as far as I’m concerned, this is only going to make your punishment better.”

     Better?  Before I had a chance to even consider that further, the first swat came, and all too soon, the next, and the next.  Then she stopped. 

      “Ops…” she said.  “Forgot to take a picture for Mom first.  I had to lay there while she used the camera in her phone to snap a picture of my naked backside.  Then the beating began all over again.  And trust me, as unbelievable as it sounds, she actually hit me a lot harder than she did the night before, and that’s on top of the diaper rash I now had. 

     Despite her somewhat unbalanced position because of her casts, I guess standing up did allow her better leverage…and I was certainly feeling it!  The other thing I was feeling was my crazy penis trapped underneath me while her painful spanking added all too much motion as if I was humping the bed.  Whether I liked it or not, and I guess that part I did, my crazy penis started to grow.  I was being spanked – very painfully by Ashley.  Spanked far harder than she had done the night before.  Spanked hard on top of diaper rash.  And my darn penis was growing harder underneath me.  Yes I hated the spanking.  I could tell Ashley was pretty much hitting me as hard as she possibly could, but I was still getting stimulated on the opposite side of my body because of it.  Now I ask you, am I screwed up or what?

     The beating continued, and Ashley was still putting all too much effort into it.  There was also no doubt about my rising need to cum.  The question on my mind though was suddenly, would I cum before she finished spanking me?  I wanted that beating to end, but I wanted to cum as well.  And as much as it hurt – horribly, Ashley was in a way masturbating me too. 

     I remembered how long she had beat me the night before, but I had no doubt that this time she was at it longer than before.  My cock was rock hard under me (I’m pretty sure Ashley had no idea about that) and I was in very definite pain where she was hitting me.  But I suddenly wasn’t as focused on the pain as I was on something else.  Despite everything, I started cumming, right there and then, making a mess on that diaper I was laying on, while Ashley continued beating my rear end.  Trust me, I made every effort to not let Ashley know what had just happened!  But of course, once my orgasm had subsided, the reality of the horrible beating Ashley was giving me set in, and the pain seemed twice as bad.  By the time she finally stopped and took one last picture to send to her mother.  I was just betting that picture would show that she had gone too far again.  I couldn’t wait to hear from Joanna tomorrow that she had yelled at her daughter because of it. 

      “Okay,” Ashley said, sounding more than a bit out of breath, “you can get your diaper on now.  And maybe you should put some of that diaper rash cream Mom said she gave you on your backside first.”

     Okay.  Two things here.  One, the diaper rash cream sounded like a really good idea, and two, if I rolled over off my stomach, Ashley would realize what had happened while she was trying to kill me. 

      “What are you waiting for?” she yelled.  “I can’t stand here all day.”

     I had no choice.  Like it or not, I rolled over, but  I did it quickly, trying to get up from the bed and turn away from her so she couldn’t see the mess that I now felt against my stomach.

      “Wait a minute!” she suddenly ordered.  She quickly came over to me and turned me around.  “What’s…”  She looked up into my face with disbelief written all over her.  She looked back down at my stomach.  She looked at the diaper spread out on the bed.  Then she looked back up at my face.  “You…came?  You came…from me beating your backside?  As hard as I was hitting you?”

     I have no doubt that my face turned as red as I’m sure my backside was.  “Um…well…you see…the motion every time you hit me…and I guess I needed to cum pretty bad and….”

      “You came from me hitting you?” her disbelief was obviously profound.

      “Um…yeah.  I didn’t mean to.  It just happened.”

     She shook her head.  “Damn you’re sick!  Wait till I tell Mom.  I don’t know if I should just laugh, or punish you more because of it.”

      “Um…please don’t…”

      “Shut up!” she said as she pounded away at the keys on her phone.  “Get that diaper rash junk on you and get diapered…before you piss on the floor or something.”

     I did as she asked, actually grateful for the diaper rash cream that soon felt like it was gluing the fabric of the diaper to my backside.  But at least I knew it would help.

     Ashley’s phone dinged and she read the message.  “Mom says she’s not surprised at all.  Maybe we’ll have to see what else can get you off.”

     I didn’t even want to think about that.

     Ashley headed for the door.  “Make sure you spray plenty of that air freshener all around the house before you go to bed tonight,” she said once I had diapered myself again.  She started to hobble toward her bedroom, but she turned back to me before she got out of the room.  “Have a good night tonight, Mister Mike.  And Mom says if you want to have fun in your new bed, you should go ahead and do it.”  With that and another parting smile, she left me and I heard her bedroom door closing.  I immediately pulled that darn pacifier out of my mouth. 

     A short while later, dressed in only a super thick but fresh diaper, my locked on high heels, and a thin nylon nightgown, I took that stinky plastic bag out to the outside trashcan.  Then I sprayed the entire house with that air freshener.  I checked all the doors and made sure the house was locked up.  Then I laid down in that small bed, turned the light out, and put that dumb baby bottle to my mouth to drink the water that was inside.  My backside still burned…and itched.  The result of not only the beating Ashley had given me, but the diaper rash.  I prayed that cream that Joanna had given me would do its job as well as it did last time, and I hoped it would do it fast. 

     I didn’t finish that bottle before I was again on my stomach, once again reliving so many things that should have been nothing but fantasies…but which amazingly were my own reality.  In those super thick diapers it was always more difficult to do than it used to be, but I was getting used to it now.  It wasn’t until much later, when I was thoroughly sated, that I rolled over and put that baby bottle back to my mouth. 

     What an awful day!  But I guarantee you, despite the heels locked to my feet, I slept very soundly that night.