Mister Mike - Chapter 26 – Part 3 of 3

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 26 – Part 3 of 3

     I got undressed, fully, including removing my heels.  At Ashley’s command, I laid down naked on the bed.  I was surprised to see Joanna hand Ashley one of those same pink diapers instead of getting one of the big extra-bulky ones from my room.  I lifted my hips so she could slide the thing under me.  After being stuck wearing those huge ones, this lighter one was going to be a pleasure…I thought.

      “If I’ve got to smell like baby lotion, then so can you!” Ashley said rather angrily.  A moment later, she was literally pouring lots of that stuff on me.  Far more than I had used on her.  “Stay there, I’ll be right back,” she said when she had finished.  She left the room, then came back again…with my bottle of baby powder.  A minute later, I smelled not just like baby lotion, but like baby powder as well.  And let me tell you, there was no missing that smell!  Finally, Ashley pulled that pink diaper up between my legs and fastened it.  I was now stuck in a pink diaper. 

     Yes, it was definitely bulky, but not nearly as bad as the other diapers I had been wearing.  Yes, if I tried, I could actually close my legs.  I knew it couldn’t hold as much as those other diapers did, but I also knew it could still hold quite a bit.

And then I was surprised to see Ashley coming at me again, with another pair of those same plastic pants like she was wearing.  She pulled them over my feet, up my legs, and I had to lift my bottom for her to slide them all the way under me and up over my diapers.  As far as I could tell, they really weren’t needed at all.  The diapers were plenty thick enough and seemed to be well enough made to protect against leaks. 

      “Here dear,” Joanna said to her daughter. 

     My mouth dropped open as I watched Ashley take another onesie from her mother.  It was bigger than the one I had put on Ashley, but the feminine design was that same cute cupcake pattern.  Joanna had bought us matching onesies, and I knew already that it would be lockable like Ashley’s onesie was…like my maid’s dress was…like my shoe locks were…and like my damn chastity device was.  One lock after another.  And now here was another one!  In horror, I laid there while Ashley fed my feet through the openings.  I lifted my bottom while she slid the thing under my diaper covered butt. 

      “Stand up,” she ordered. 

     I stood and let her feed my arms thought the arm holes.  She went around behind me and zipped the thing up.  It was tight on me, all over.  Especially between my shoulders and my padded crotch.   I had no trouble at all hearing the lock click shut.  The back of my neck isn’t very far from my ears.  I reached behind me and felt the lock going through the loops and also through the zipper.  It took very little imagination to know I wasn’t getting out of that thing without help.  I was now just as helpless in it as Ashley was.

      “Put that key with your other keys, dear,” Joanna told her daughter.

     I watched as Ashley took that key and put it with the pile of other keys she had for my various locks.  Ashley laughed.  “I need a key ring just for all these,” she said.

      “That’s probably a very good idea.  We’ll look into that later,” Joanna replied.  Joanna turned to me.  “Michael, please put your pants on now.  Ashley, you find some pants to wear too.” 

     Joanna sat on the bed while I picked up my shirt to put on. 

      “Don’t bother with your shirt,” she told me.  “That onesie is good enough.  I need you wearing pants with it though.”

     I quickly wondered what she had planned.  And I already knew I wasn’t going to like it. 

      “How about these, Momma?” Ashley asked as she came out of her closet with a pair of black slacks. 

      “Very nice dear.  They should work just fine.”

     I watched Ashley carefully as I slipped my pants back on and fastened them.  Ashley’s pants weren’t exactly skin tight, but they weren’t that loose either.  The one big thing I noticed, was something I didn’t notice – her diaper.  Between the onesie, the plastic pants, and the black pants, I couldn’t even tell she was wearing one. 

     Joanna went over and ran her hand over Ashley’s backside.  “Oh, I’m so pleased,” she said.  “You can’t see any trace of that diaper at all.”

      “You’re sure Momma?” Ashley asked.

      “You can’t!” I told her.  “How about mine?  Can you tell I’m wearing one?”  I turned slowly around so she could check the front and back. 

      “I don’t see it at all,” she said, “but your pants aren’t as tight as mine are.”

      “Good!” I breathed a sigh of relief.  If Joanna was going to make us go out like this, at least for once my diaper wouldn’t be noticeable. 

      “Both of you, listen,” Joanna said sternly.  “Don’t pee until I say you can.  If you feel you absolutely have to, then let me know with plenty of warning.  Got that?  Both of you?”

      “Yes Momma,” Ashley said as her head bowed down dejectedly toward the floor. 

     I simply nodded and said.  “Yeah.”  What weird game was Joanna thinking about now?  And to be honest, I was really nervous about it. 

      “Michael,” Joanna said please put your heels on.  Ashley, find some shoes too.”

     Another little bonus I noticed about that diaper, bending down to fasten my shoes was easier.  It wasn’t until I stood up again afterwards that I noticed a big downside to things.  Those plastic pants I was now wearing were starting to make me sweat!

      “Come along children,” Joanna said as she headed for the door.  “Let’s get some dinner.”

     I dreaded the thought of going out dressed the way I was.  Did Joanna really intend on both Ashley and me going into some restaurant dressed like this?  In cute matching onesies that absolutely screamed babyish?  I felt a rivulet of sweat run a tiny way down to the leg opening of the plastic pants I was wearing, where it stopped because it couldn’t go any further.  I also felt my cock growing hard, but like that small bead of sweat, it too quickly hit the boundaries that were allowed for it.  And trust me, that cock restraint was far more uncomfortable than those plastic pants were.

     To say that I was relieved to be able to wear my winter coat would be an understatement…unless Joanna made me take the darn thing off later.  But once we all had our coats on, and after Joanna made me go back and grab “my” purse and put all my things into it, we all got into Joanna’s car, with both me and Ashley in the back seat.  I was really beginning to feel like a child. 

     Joanna drove us to McDonalds.  There was no question about us getting out of the car.  I don’t know why Ashley was nervous, she looked perfectly fine.  I was a guy wearing high heels and carrying a damn purse! 

      “Hold hands children,” Joanna ordered as soon as we were out of the car.

     I nearly died!  Hold hands?  But Ashley grabbed my hand.  I looked at her.  “If I have to do it, then you can too!” she said somewhat angrily. 

      “Watch the cars children,” Joanna said as she headed for the door.

     Together, Ashley and I holding hands like children, followed Joanna across the parking lot and into the restaurant.  Joanna didn’t go to the line to order food.  Instead she led us straight to one of the booths, which made me very happy since I was the one who looked the stupidest with my purse and high heels.  Ashley wasn’t carrying any purse at all!

      “Take your coats off children,” Joanna ordered. 

     That one made me less happy.  I was sure Ashley wasn’t happy about it either, but the moment Ashley saw my embarrassing shirt exposed…I mean onesie…she smiled and laughed.  “You look so stupid in that thing.”

     Yeah, I had no doubt.  It really wasn’t fair.  Ashley looked…cute!  Girls could really get away with so much more.

     Joanna made the two of us sit together on one side of the booth, with me up against the window…so I couldn’t get out past Ashley?  “Hold hands children,” she ordered, and waited while Ashley and I looked at each other, then linked hands under the table where they wouldn’t be seen.  “Now stay right there, both of you!” she told us.  “And don’t move!  And remember, don’t wet your diapers!”  With that, she headed for the line to order our food.  She didn’t even ask what I wanted! 

     The two of us sat there holding hands as we watched her standing in line with so many other people.  I can’t tell you what a fool I felt.  Or how childish.  What was this new game Joanna was playing?  And why, oh why, was my darn chastity device so horribly tight?  This was not turning me on at all.  I’d never ever admit that anything like this could ever turn me on.  Never!  It was just that…my darn chastity device was too small.

     People looked at us, pointing at the matching babyish shirts we were both wearing.  People stared at us, some of them chuckling a little.  One young woman took out her phone and snapped a picture of us.  I winced when she did that as I felt Ashley’s fingernails suddenly digging ferociously into my hand.  She was nervous too, but did she have to take it out on me with her nails? 

     Joanna finally came back.  She had a tray with drinks, food, and two bags on it.  She smiled at us before she even reached us.  “You two look so adorable!” she squealed excitedly. 

     Adorable?  Hardly.  Try foolish, stupid, idiotic, and any other of a hundred different derogatory terms.  But adorable – not! 

      “Keep holding hands, children.  Don’t let go!” she said sternly as she sat down and passed each of us a bag.  Happy Meals for both of us.  I noticed that she got a chicken sandwich and fries for herself.  Her drink was probably larger than both of ours put together.  Using only my right hand, I opened my Happy Meal bag and found chicken nuggets, French fries, honey mustard dip, and a plastic princess doll in a blue dress.  I noticed Ashley’s princess had a pink dress.  Oh goody.  I had a tiny toy princess.  Just what I always wanted.

      “Now don’t just play with your toys,” Joanna told us.  “You’ve got to eat your meals too.”  Ashley and I just looked at each other before looking back at the small amount of food in front of us. 

      “Oh Michael,” Joanna said, “I wish you had long hair like Ashley.  I’d just love to put you in pigtails.  You too Ashley.  You already look adorable together, just think how you’d look then!”

     Yeah, there was no doubt about it, that chastity device that Joanna had locked on me was too small, about ten sizes too small!

     And then Joanna surprised both of us.  “Ashley, please put your hand in Michael’s lap now so that you can feel his crotch.  Make sure you can feel it firmly.”

     Shocked wouldn’t even begin to say how I felt, especially as Ashley giggled and stuck her hand firmly right down into my crotch.

      “Now you Michael.  You put your hand down in Ashley’s crotch so you can feel her diaper down there too.”

     Ashley stopped giggling very quickly at that.  I noticed her face turning very red as my hand went to her very private spot.

      “Now keep your hands right there please and try to eat your dinner.”

     Eat?  Like this?  Not only did I have to eat one handed, but I had to eat while feeling Ashley’s hand right in my crotch?  But then I heard Ashley giggle.  Nervously, I picked up a chicken nugget and dipped it in the sauce, and ate it.

     Joanna leaned over that table and spoke very softly so that only we could hear.  “Michael, when I say the words, ‘baby boy,’ you’re going to wet yourself right away.  Ashley, you’re going to nod your head as soon as you feel his diaper getting warmer.”

     I was shocked.  Ashley of course giggled again.

      “And Ashley, when I say the words ‘baby girl’ you’re going to wet your diaper, and Michael, you’re going to nod to me just as soon as you feel Ashley’s diaper getting wet.  Is that clear?  Both of you?”

     I noticed that Ashley certainly wasn’t giggling now. 

      “Is that clear?” Joanna reaped. 

     I nodded nervously.  Ashley only bowed her head. 

      “Eat your dinner’s children,” Joanna ordered.

     Trust me, it doesn’t take long to eat four chicken nuggets, even when you’re taking your time dipping them into the sauce.  And the small bag of French fries didn’t take long either.

     Joanna was talking and talking about all kinds of things.  Work, home, life, and I noticed that once in a while much of it was about Ashley when she was young.  And then in the middle of it, I heard Joanna say, “When my baby girl was born, I was about the happiest woman alive.”  Joanna kept going, but I felt Ashley stiffen.  Joanna kept talking to me, and then I noticed that my hand feeling Ashley’s crotch was suddenly a bit warmer.  I know my eyes went wide as I tried to nod so that Joanna would know that Ashley had wet herself.  But as I was nodding, I realized that Joanna was just then saying, I have no doubt at all Michael that your mother was just as proud of her baby boy as I was of Ashley.”  Even as I was trying to tell Joanna that Ashley had wet herself, Joanna was giving me my cue to wet my diaper too. 

     Wetting myself had become all too easy over the last month or so, and into that new thinner diaper, I let it loose.  I quickly noticed Ashley look at me, then saw her nod towards her mother, who just kept talking like nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all. 

     At Joanna’s cue, both Ashley and I had sat together in that restaurant, and wet our diapers like infant children.  Talk about doing something to make you feel small!  Was my face red?  I have no doubt.  I could literally feel it turning red. 

      “Michael, you’re not getting up from this table until you finish your dinner,” Joanna chastised me.  I quickly went back to eating my few chicken nuggets.

     With Ashley’s hand still in my crotch, and mine still in hers, we finished eating.  Very quickly, my nuggets were gone, my fries were gone, and so was the small drink that was part of my meal.  Now that we’d had the appetizer, I was more than ready for the main course.  Bring it on!  Unfortunately, what we had already eaten was the main course.  If Joanna kept this up, I was going to lose weight.

     When we all were finished, Joanna had us get up from the table and had both of us carry all the trash to the trash can – before she allowed us to put our coats back on.  I can’t tell you how humiliated I felt wearing that babyish shirt, or onesie as it actually was, right next to Ashley’s matching onesie, all the way to the trash can and back to the table again.  That shirt was almost as bad as the high heels on my feet.

     Once my coat was on, Joanna said, “Michael, since you’ve got your purse and Ashley doesn’t, please put both Ashley’s doll and yours in it so you can play with them at home.” 

     Once again holding hands, Joanna led Ashley and me back out to the car and put us into the back seat.  Once our seat belts were on, Joanna said, “Where do your hands go children?”  With a giggle, Ashley’s hand landed right in my crotch.  You don’t even have to guess where my hand went.  As Joanna drove us home, I actually felt Ashley trying to push her crotch harder against my fingers.  I looked over at her, and she was giving me one of those devilish looks as she again tried to thrust her hips against my hand. 

      “Go ahead,” she whispered. “Try it.”

     I looked at her like she was crazy…which she was.

      “Aw,” she whispered.  “What’s the matter?  That little thing you’ve got locked on causing you trouble?  And then I felt her hand pushing harder, then backing away, harder, then backing away, as if she was trying to go get me hard.  I heard her giggle again as her mother continued to chatter away in the front seat.  Yes, I was very glad by the time we got home!