The Domination of Mister Mike
By Karen Singer
Chapter 34 – Part
2 of 2
“You look like there’s something wrong,”
Joanna greeted me with concern on her face as I walked into the kitchen.
“Ashley!” I grunted.
“What’s she done now?”
“She put her used diaper on me again
after I changed her. And
it’s…horrible! She not only peed in it
all day, but the junk from her period is…a lot!”
Joanna burst out laughing. “Oh Mike, I’m glad you like it so much.”
I leveled a dirty look at her. To which she only laughed harder. Darn the girl…darn her mother!
“Come on Mike,” she said as she headed
out of the kitchen. “I’ll put another
diaper over it so we don’t have to worry about it leaking.”
Why was my life full of so many things I
didn’t want to hear?
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Waddle.
… Waddle. …
Waddle. I don’t think I’ve ever
had such a difficult time just walking before.
The reason? Joanna! Okay, not just Joanna, but what she had me
dressed in. Since she had told me what
she was going to do, I wasn’t surprised when she just layered one of those
super thick diapers over top of Ashley’s used diaper that I was wearing. I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed. I really wanted a fresh diaper. Stop!
No, I never even thought about nice fresh underwear or even nice light
comfortable panties. Those things never
entered my mind. I guess I had been
conditioned that far already that the only thing I thought about was a nice fresh diaper.
But the diapers were only part of my
problem. No, my bra with the breast
forms in it wasn’t really that much of a factor. Yes, it was a bother, and yes, I did feel the
weight of those birdseed forms pulling with each step that I took, but it
really wasn’t a problem. My peasant
style blouse with the pretty stitching on it wasn’t a problem either. In fact, none at all. The problem was with everything else I was
wearing.
Those locked on five inch heels absolutely
didn’t help the situation one bit. For
as much practice as I’d had walking in the high heels, they still made walking
a real chore. Combine the heels with way
too much diaper padding and I was forced to use far more hip action than I was
used to as those super thick diapers kept my crotch stretched wide with each step
that I tried to take. BUT…that wasn’t my
entire problem. Combine all that with
having to wear my long straight skirt, that Joanna had taken the time to “fix”
for me so that the kick slit in the back was now permanently sewed shut and
even more confining than ever, and I was finding walking to be a
nightmare. The diapers were forcing me
to keep my legs splayed wide apart as I walked, and that darn skirt was forcing
my legs close together so I couldn’t take wide legged steps. It was like too unyielding opposing forces
working against each other. Working
against…me!
Every time Joanna watched me trying to
walk anywhere, she started giggling. She
would! I was just trying to move from
point A to point B without falling down.
Ugh! And don’t get me started on
the joys of sitting down in that messy diaper.
Yuck! I was still convinced that
Ashley had done something to purposely make the thing far worse for me than it
normally would have been. Trust me,
every time I sat down, I sat gingerly and slowly. And that’s when the real discomfort
started. What the heck had she put into
that thing? It was positively slimy! Trust me, I couldn’t wait to take a shower
later!
“So what do you think?” Joanna asked me
shortly after dinner as we stood looking at those crib plans spread out on the
kitchen table.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I mean, I can certainly build the
thing. And making it bigger to fit a
bigger mattress in the guest room shouldn’t be a major problem. I’m just going to need more material.”
“We can get you that,” she replied. “And how about making it higher as well, so
it can serve as a changing table too?”
I shrugged. “There’s certainly no problem with that.”
“Good,” she replied. “And you’re sure you have no problem with
replacing that little twin size mattress with a full size one?”
I shrugged. “When I bought it, I got the cheapest one I
could find. In fact, I only bought it
because my mother said I needed a guest bed, and then she never even stayed here,
she prefers the luxuries of a hotel. And
to be honest, if I’m going to be sleeping on the thing, I’d prefer something
bigger, even though we’re really only talking about a few inches.”
“It’s not just you that sleeps on it,
it’s me too,” she said.
“Yeah, but for how long?”
She smiled. “Well, at least for the next few weeks until
you get the crib built around it. But
either way, I think a better mattress would be a good idea.”
I nodded.
“Yeah. I’ll check around and see
what I can find.”
She shook her head. “Don’t bother. I already looked,” she told me. “While I was out today I stopped at several
places. I think they’ve all got sales
running. But I found one place where
they not only had a good price, but they can deliver it tomorrow. And, they’ll take away your old mattress
too.”
“They will? That would be helpful. Then I don’t have to figure out what to do
with the thing.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” she
replied. “So you’re good with this
plan?”
“Yeah.
Why not,” I said.
“Good,” she replied. “Get your purse and let’s go.”
I know I didn’t hear her right. “Go?”
“To the store. To buy the mattress.”
“Now?”
“Why not?
Ashley’s going to be working late.
What else do you have to do?”
“Um…I mean…can’t I change first? I can’t go like this.”
She smiled that cruel smile of hers. “I think you can. Or do you want to risk using your safe phrase
again? I can guarantee you won’t like
what else I come up with for you.”
Yes, I came very close to dying, right
there, on the spot.
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Waddle.
… Click. …
Waddle. … Click.
The sound of my heels on the pavement as I tried to walk from the car
towards the store entrance was just as loud as always, but slower than normal
because of being unable to walk very well in that tight restricting skirt.
“Michael, come on. I know you can move faster than that.”
Waddle.
Click. Waddle. Click.
I tried to hurry, but trust me, walking was simply difficult. The only thing I was wearing that was any
different than what I had on at home, was my winter coat. Oh yeah, and Ashley’s colorful purse. Waddle.
Click. Waddle. Click. The only male thing I was wearing, was my winter
coat. The rest of me was…okay,
embarrassing! And that’s just how I felt
– embarrassed. Waddle. Click.
Waddle. Click.
I so did not want to do this. I had no doubt at all that my presence in
that store was going to bring everything to a screeching halt. Were there any other customers there? There were several cars in the parking lot,
but that didn’t always mean much. But it
was a mattress store. How many people
would be out looking to buy a mattress?
Probably not many – if any.
Hopefully, the store would be deserted.
Deserted of any salespeople or other workers too. Maybe it would even be closed! But the bright lights coming through the
glass front told me otherwise.
Waddle. Click. Waddle.
Click.
Oddly, this time Joanna held the door for
me. I think she was just trying to hurry
things along, something I wanted to do too.
The faster we could get this over with, the faster we could go
home. I waddled…I mean stepped into the
nice warm store. I looked around as I
followed Joanna. The only people I could
see was one other couple and a salesman talking to them. I did see the woman turn her head to see who
had come in. I also saw her cock her
head as she looked at the strange sight I was.
She shook her head then went back to talking about mattresses with that
salesman.
“Welcome back!”
I looked up and saw a man walking towards
us. His eyes were mostly on Joanna, but
I didn’t miss any of the glances that came my way.
“We came to buy that full size mattress
we talked about earlier,” Joanna told him.
He cast me yet another wondering
glance. “Of course,” he replied as he
turned and walked towards the back.
Joanna and I followed, passing mattress after mattress. He stopped in front of one of them. “This was it,” he said. “Just in a full size instead of this queen
size.”
It looked like any other regular mattress
to me. The queen size was the same as my
bed…Ashley’s bed at home. Not a fancy
expensive mattress, but still a good one.
“Will this one be okay?” Joanna asked me
as she pointed at the price of the full size version.
Why was she asking me? In the panicked state I was in, I would agree
to anything, just to get out of there sooner.
“Sure,” I replied. “That’s fine.”
“Good,” Joanna said.
The man shook his head. “This way,” he said. “I’ll write it up.”
He led us over to his desk and began the
long process of buying a mattress and everything involved in having it
delivered the next day. The worst part
for me was having to dig into Ashley’s purse to find my credit card. But eventually we were done and eventually I
was slowly waddling my way back to the car.
Whew! I had gotten through it
just fine. The professional attitude of
the salesman had made things much easier for me, but the best part for me had
been the lack of people there.
Starting tomorrow night, I was going to
have a bigger mattress to sleep on. That
much was good. The part that wasn’t so
good, was that I was now tasked with turning that nice new mattress, into a baby
crib…for me. What the heck was wrong
with my darn chastity device? It was
doing its shrinking act again.
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“You’re wearing a skirt?”
Trust Ashley to state the obvious. With her two friends with her again, I
couldn’t answer. I was simply glad that
long skirt hid my shaking knees that were threatening to give out on me from
the embarrassment.
“I can’t believe it,” Ashley said as we
all turned to head out into the cold.
Again I said nothing.
“Why is he walking so funny?” one of her
friends asked.
“Probably because he’s wearing a big fat
diaper under that skirt,” Ashley told her.
“And most likely, it really needs changing.”
“Eeewww!” the other girl exclaimed.
“I’d probably walk funny too if I had
that kind of problem,” the first girl added.
I still said nothing. None of them had any idea at all how bad it
was.
Ashley and I were soon alone in my
car. “Mom actually got you to go out
wearing a skirt again?”
“Uh…actually, this is not the first time
I’ve been out like this tonight.”
“It’s not? You went somewhere else? Like that?”
I could literally feel my face blushing.
“Where did you go?”
“Um…to buy a mattress.”
“A mattress? For what?”
“To replace that little twin size
mattress in the guest room now.”
“That little one in your room? Mom’s going to let you get a bigger one?”
“Actually, it was her idea.”
“Huh!
Probably because she sleeps there when she’s here.”
“Um…I don’t think that was her
reasoning. And I have a feeling she
won’t be sleeping there much longer.”
“Why not?”
“Because of something she wants me to
build.”
“Build!
What, a new room, just for her?”
“Um…no.
She didn’t mention that, but I wouldn’t put it past her.”
“Then what?”
“Um…she sent me some plans for something
she wants me to build.”
“Do I have to throttle you or something
to get it out of you? What does she want
you to build?”
“A baby crib…using that mattress.”
She was silent for several long moments,
then she broke out in peals of laughter.
