Mister Mike - Chapter 26 – Part 1 of 3

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 26 – Part 1 of 3

     There was no doubt about it, the only true joys in my life anymore were the two times a day I got to change Ashley’s diaper.  There was just something so satisfying about fastening her into one of those big monstrosities that I simply couldn’t help feeling that way.  And as far as I was concerned, she deserved every bit of misery those diapers could bring her.

      “Why do you wear a big diaper?” she hit me with the question the moment I had finished taping her diaper on her.

      “Because I’m a big baby and I want everyone to know it,” is what I replied.  But while I was curtseying, I really wanted to ask her the same question.  Why was she wearing a big diaper too?  I didn’t bother asking though, it would probably only make her mad, and I didn’t need that.  I noticed that once again she tried to hide that big diaper under what was probably the fullest skirt she owned.

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     No surprise, we had company that day.  Chris and his new girlfriend Crystal, and Amanda and her boyfriend Jimmy were all there.  And of course, they all ogled my new maid’s dress that Ashley had locked on me that morning – just for them.  They had all seen pictures of the dress, but they still seemed to enjoy laughing at the real thing.  I quickly found out that my diaper was definitely on display below that skirt, since each one of them not only commented on it, but it was Amanda who was the first to notice when a few more of the designs on the front of my diaper went missing.  How embarrassing.

     Of course, Ashley made me go through each of my little curtsey speeches for them a number of times, and of course she made me stand in front of that dumb board and drink a baby bottle full of water.  To be honest, all of it was simply what I expected. 

     What surprised me, was that after dinking my bottle from that board, they pretty much left me blissfully alone for a little while.  That is, until Ashley suddenly found me in my room, and much to my dismay, locked those darn shoe locks on me again.  Why bother?  And then I found out why when Ashley said goodbye and that they were all leaving to go to Amanda’s apartment.  Oh such happiness, I’m sure for Ashley since she was finally getting out with her friends, and also for me, because she was gone.  Not such happiness for me because I was stuck in those locked on heels, and now a locked on dress as well.  I couldn’t change anything if I wanted to.  Well, I could change my diaper I guess, but what would be the point?  It didn’t need it yet.

     Since I had the time, I went in and sat at my desk in front of my computer.  According to Joanna, just before she left for home, I was “supposed” to be spending half an hour looking at all the porn stuff I used to love on my computer – while locked in that darn chastity device.  I booted up my computer but I didn’t go anywhere near that stimulating stuff.  I had enough problems as it was.  I spent a very pleasant few hours playing a game instead.  And when I had to pee, I didn’t even have to stop playing the game – one of the very few positive things about wearing a big fat diaper!

     When dinnertime came, I started wondering when Ashley would get back.  I waited a while, but she didn’t show.  Did I need to plan anything for her?  She was out of those casts now, she could take care of herself, but still, if she was coming home for dinner, would it be better to wait for her?  I finally phoned her to find out.  She quickly told me to fuck off and not worry about her.  Such nice language from such a nice girl. 

     As I started figuring out what I would make myself for dinner I had another thought.  Ashley had been in that big diaper all day now.  I was due to change her soon.  Would she be home for that?  I’d have to wait and see.

     I ate dinner, I watched some TV, I played my game on the computer for a while more, but Ashley was still gone.  That was good, but I still wondered how big her diaper was starting to get.  For that matter, what did her friends think about her being stuck in diapers?  Had she even told them?  One thing I figured for sure, since it had been so long now since I put that diaper on her, despite that full skirt she was wearing, there was no way she could hide that bulky thing forever. 

     It was getting close to ten o’clock.  Was Ashley going to stay away all night?  I was locked in my dress, locked in my heels, and that didn’t even count being locked in that darn chastity device.  Was I going to have to go to bed dressed the way I was? 

It was at that point that someone suddenly rang my doorbell.  Ashley.  I had no reason before to get her a house key.  I hurried in my locked on heels and locked on clothes of course, to the door.  The moment she came in, she stormed right passed me so fast I thought a tornado had blown in. 

      “Ashley…”  But she was gone. 

     I closed and locked the front door but by the time I followed her down the hall, she was in her room with the door locked.  “Ashley,” I called loudly through the closed door.  “Do you need your diaper changed before bed?”

      “Damn right I do!” she yelled back.  “I’ll be out in a minute!”

     It was more like five minutes before she finally made an appearance.  She was no longer wearing the clothes she had been in, but had on one of those big unsexy house dresses she had spent so much time in instead. 

      “What’s wrong?” I asked.  “You came in so fast you nearly knocked me down.”

      “Nothing’s wrong,” she replied.  “Except that I need a key so I can get in.  I don’t want to wait around for you to open the door all the time.  And besides, I’ll be starting work soon.  I need a damn key to your house!”

      “No problem,” I replied.  “I’ll get you one.  I just didn’t think about it before.”

      “Well get it now!”

      “You don’t want me to change you first?”

      “Just get me the damn key!” she said.  “I’ll be in my room.  You can change me there.”

     It only took me a few minutes to find a spare house key.  While I was at it, I put another one on my keyring since Joanna had the one I usually carried.  Not that I really needed one, I always came in and went out through the garage with the automatic opener.  I grabbed the baby lotion from the box and a fresh diaper and headed for her room. 

     I set the key on her dresser next to her purse.  Ashley grabbed one of her text books and laid on the bed.  She pulled that big housedress up out of the way, opened the book up and started reading, acting like she was ignoring what I was doing completely.  If that’s the way she wanted to play it, so be it. 

     I opened the tapes on her diaper, and took it off her.  I was quite surprised to find that it wasn’t nearly as wet as I thought it would be.  “Geez!” I said.  “Not too bad at all.”

      “I haven’t had anything to drink at all since this morning!” she said rather angrily without taking her eyes from her book.

     I guess that explained it.  I got her cleaned up, lotioned up, and rediapered.

      “Now get out of here!” she ordered like she was angry about something.  “And make sure you get yourself a bottle before you go to bed.”

     I started out of the room before I remembered.  “Ashley, you’ve still got me locked in this dress and these heels.  I’ve got to go to work in the morning.”

      “Tough!” she said, never looking up from the book.  “If I’ve got to deal with wetting another diaper, you can deal with that for the night.”

     Ugh!  “What the hell happened today that’s got you so upset?”

     She finally looked up from her book.  Did she look angry?  I actually wasn’t sure.  “Nothing!” she said.  “I had a great time.  All day.  It’s the first chance I’ve had to get out of here in over a month!”

      “Then what’s got you so upset?”

     She grunted angrily.  “Okay,” she said as she closed her book.  She got up from the bed, opened her dresser and pulled out a stack of keys.  Five minutes later, I left her room with every lock on me unlocked – except my chastity device.  She had never answered my question as to what was wrong, and quite frankly, I didn’t care.  I was simply happy to be able to get out of everything I was wearing.  Well, almost everything.  I was still locked into that darn chastity device.  Would Joanna remove it before my mother got there next week?  I could only hope!

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      “Hi Mike,” Joanna’s voice said over my cell phone Monday morning shortly after I had gotten to work.

     I was only surprised because she had called instead of texted.  “Hi Joanna,” I replied.

      “Have a good day yesterday?” she asked.  “I got nothing all day from Ashley.”

      “Yeah,” I replied.  “She spent the day out with her friends.  She didn’t even get back until late last night.”

      “Oh.  I see,” she said.  “I guess that explains it. 

      “Yeah.  I kept waiting for her to come home so I could change her diaper, but she surprised me by how late she stayed out.”

      “Really?” she exclaimed.  “I guess she was having fun.  And after being cooped up for so long, I certainly can’t blame her.”

      “Me either,” I replied.

     She laughed.  “So just how bad was her diaper when you changed her?  Was it leaking?”

      “Nope.  Not even close.  I was really surprised by how wet it wasn’t.”

      “It wasn’t?” she repeated.  “She hadn’t wet it?”

      “Oh, it was wet, but not really that bad at all.  At least not as bad as I expected it to be.  But she said she hadn’t had anything to drink at all since that morning.”

      “I guess that could explain it,” Joanna replied.  “Thanks Mike,” she said.  “Have a good day.”

      “You too.”

     That night, when I changed Ashley’s diaper again, it was certainly quite wet, but not nearly as bad as I expected it to be.  Was she still not drinking anything all day?  It was the only conclusion I could think of.  I didn’t get to think about it very long though, because once again Ashley subjected me to another half hour of endlessly answering why I was either a big sissy or a big baby, and then curtseying and trying to wet myself, which of course I never actually tried to do at all. 

     When Ashley finally tired of that game, I was “rewarded” by being banished to my office to spend nearly a full hour of looking at all that stuff on my computer that had turned me on way too much.  Ha!  Ashley was leaving me alone so she could study, and I didn’t go anywhere near that stuff.  I played games instead.  My chastity device didn’t bother me at all when I was killing enemy soldiers by the dozen.

     Once again before bed, I had to spend time standing on my tippy toes drinking from that bottle stuck into my unsexy board, while Ashley laughed and took more pictures.  And I knew that Ashley was going to make me drink another bottle when I laid down in bed.  I wanted to make Ashley drink that many bottles before bed…and all day too!  Maybe then her diapers would be a lot more soaked than they were lately. 

     While struggling to stand that high on my toes and keep drinking, I let my mind wander…it really had nothing better to do.  But where it wandered to was the problem.  I continued to think about being out of that chastity device and humping my bed like I used to do…or to making love to Joanna again…and a few times, my mind also thought about the demeaning process of having sex with the hole in that dumb board I was just then drinking my bottle from.  All those thoughts were nothing but heaven.  And every one of those thoughts were just as much nothing but pure hell! 

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     What are we going to do about my mother? I texted Wednesday morning.  My mother was due to arrive Saturday afternoon, and that time was getting closer.  I was getting more and more worried about it.

     Don’t worry, I’m making plans, Joanna texted back.  I was able to arrange to take Sunday off so I can be there the entire weekend.  I was just contemplating the fact that she was going to be there for three days instead of two, when I got another text from her.  Will your mother be staying at the house with us?

     I don’t know, I replied.  She never has before.  She’s always stayed at a hotel.

     Find out!

     Actually, it sounded like a good idea.  I immediately texted my mother.  I didn’t get a reply until several hours later, but then my mother often liked to sleep very late in the mornings. 

     Don’t worry Michael, my mother texted back.  I don’t want to disturb you and your girlfriend that much.  I’m much more comfortable staying at a hotel.  I’ve already got one booked near the airport.  Can you pick me up when I arrive?

     No problem, I texted back.  I’ll be there.

     You and your girlfriend both I hope.  I can’t wait to meet her.

     I didn’t reply to that.  Ashley was NOT my girlfriend.  She was…a horror!  I texted Joanna about what my mother’s intentions were.  I got a quick text back saying that it was all no problem.  Joanna may have thought it was no problem, but I certainly didn’t see it that way at all.

     That night, I noted once again that Ashley’s daytime diaper wasn’t nearly as wet as her nighttime diapers were.  Was she still not drinking anything during the day, and why was she wetting so much more at night?

     And then of course, I was “supposed” to be spending more time looking at the porn on my computer, probably to make my balls ache more than they already were.  Since Ashley wasn’t paying any attention to me, I found the computer games much less painful, for me.  For the enemy soldiers I was killing, not so much. 

     And then I heard Ashley calling me.  I quickly shut down my game and went out to see her. 

      “Why are you wearing a big fat diaper?” she asked the moment she saw me heading for her.

      “Because I’m a big baby and I want everyone to know it.”  Curtsey, holding in that drop down position for a moment, then finally come up.

     Ashley laughed.  “I can’t wait till your mother gets here.  “By that time, I’m going to have you so used to doing this that when I ask, you won’t be able to help yourself.  You’ll tell her what a big idiot you are, and then show her how well you can curtsey.”  She started laughing rather hysterically then. 

     My mind raced at the horror of such a thing.  Ashley had better not try asking me that.  I had no intentions of doing anything like that at all while my mother was in town.  Nothing at all of this humiliating life would be out where my mother could possibly find any of it.  While I was struggling a little while later to drink that bottle while standing on my tiptoes, I made a mental note to ask Joanna to make sure Ashley would be on her best behavior for the entire time my mother was there.

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     Joanna.  Call me when you get a chance, I texted first thing Thursday morning. 

     It was nearly half an hour later before my cell phone rang.  “What’s up Michael?”

      “I just want you to please make sure Ashley…um…behaves while my mother is here.  The reason she’s got me practicing all that curtsey stuff is because she intends on hitting me with one of those dumb questions right in front of my mother.  I don’t need that!  I don’t want my mother finding out about any of this at all.  Nothing!  In fact, I’d rather have Ashley out of here for that entire time.”

      “Don’t worry Michael,” Joanna replied.  “I have a feeling that by that time, Ashley will be a completely different person.  Trust me.  I’ll make sure you’ve got nothing to worry about.  You just have to do whatever I tell you, and it will all be fine.”

      “Whatever you tell me?  Like what?”

      “Like whatever I decide.  I’m going to handle everything, and if you do as I say, I promise your mother will never know anything.  I’ve got it all planned.”

      “But…”

      “Michael…trust me, okay?  I’m a mother.  I can take care of this with no problem.  In fact, I’m very much looking forward to meeting your mother.”

      “You are?”

      “Of course!  I can’t wait.  Now Michael, I’ll be there on Friday as usual and I’ll start getting things in order as soon as I get there.  Oh, and by the way.  Ashley will be starting back to work next Wednesday.”

      “Wednesday?”

      “Yes.  She got the schedule I told her to request.  Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday.  That will give her a full day to rest and recover after each of her long hospital shifts.  Her leg isn’t back to full strength yet and she’ll be on her feet all day.”

      “Sounds good, I guess.  I’m just worried about my mother.”

      “Like I said, don’t worry.  I’ll handle everything.”

     That was easy for her to say.  I didn’t exactly see it that way.  She hung up before I got the chance to ask if she would be removing my chastity device.  My balls were aching.  I couldn’t wait!

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     I got a text from Joanna late Friday morning.  I’m here.  I have some difficult things to handle today but don’t worry.  I’ll call or text before you leave work.

     Difficult things?  Like what?  What needed to be done was to remove all the humiliating things from my house, move Ashley back into the guest bedroom, and move me back into my own bedroom – where I belonged!  All before my mother got there.  I thought about all the work that was going to take.  Maybe that’s what Joanna had meant by having some difficult things to handle.  That was quite a bit to do and I wouldn’t be there to help until tonight.  But I was now looking forward to that…and getting back into my own bedroom.  And I was really looking forward to getting out of that damn chastity device!

     I got another text from Joanna shortly before I left to go home.  When you come home tonight, I expect you to be in heels, but don’t lock your shoes up – unless you want your mother to see your pretty shoes.  Hurry home please.  I need you as soon as possible! 

     Her text surprised me on many levels.  Foremost was her last statement that she needed me as soon as possible.  The other thing was that she still wanted me to wear my heels home like usual.  I wasn’t intending on wearing them at all.  Possibly never again.  So should I wear the heels like she wanted, or just forget them? 

     Just before leaving the office I texted her one more time.  I wasn’t planning on wearing my heels home.  We need to pack all that stuff up and get it out of the house!

     A few minutes later, she responded.  Michael, you had better wear those pretty heels home, or you’ll be facing dire consequences.  Need I say more?

     I of course texted back.  I’m worried about my mother!

     She texted, I know you are.  But she doesn’t get here until tomorrow afternoon.  Now behave and get home – soon!

     Ugh!  A few minutes later, I went out to my car and put my heels on.  Out of habit, I came very close to locking my male shoes up again.  I stopped myself just in time.  I drove home wondering why Joanna was insisting that I get home as quickly as possible. 

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