Mister Mike - Chapter 37 – Part 2 of 2

The Domination of Mister Mike

By Karen Singer

Chapter 37 – Part 2 of 2

     “Awww.  So cute.  Wakey, wakey babies,” Joanna’s voice came, far too loudly and far too soon.

     Ashley moaned and turned her head away from me to face her mother.  I simply groaned.  My stomach still didn’t feel great, but it was much better.  I looked up at Joanna.  She was dressed in casual clothes, but she still looked nicer than I expected.

      “Get up you two little stinkers.  Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed.”

     Cleaned up sounded great.  Dressed…well, I’d much rather go back to bed.  Ashley groaned a bit more as we both began getting to our feet.  A minute later, we were basically stumbling wide-leggedly down the hallway back to the master bedroom. 

     Joanna had us get into the shower, then as usual, she started with Ashley and removed her diaper.  Whew!  The smell!  Not to mention the mess.  My diaper soon followed.  Joanna gingerly took each of the overly loaded diapers and shoved them straight into the plastic bag that held our used diapers – that I tried to take out to the trash every other day or so.  With the diapers gone, I could now see the tubes that came out of each of us, went up to the rope tether between us, then down to the other person.  The end of my chastity device was pointed way down so I couldn’t see it that well, but it looked like my tube came right out the end of it.  I could clearly see Ashley’s tube coming right out of her slit. 

      “Don’t you dare touch those tubes!” Joanna threatened.  She turned the water on and Ashley and I were both assaulted by cold water.  We both pulled back away from it, but it warmed up soon and we moved back into the flow of the water again, trying to let it rinse off our backsides.  Joanna moved the shower nozzle around, aiming it at the worst parts of us, then at the shower floor.  A few minutes later, all the “messy stuff” had been washed down the drain. 

      “Okay you two,” Joanna said.  “You can wash each other off again, but like I said, don’t touch those tubes.  Don’t bother with your hair either today.  Just get clean.”

     I was very surprised when she didn’t close the shower door, but stood there watching us.  Ashley and I went about the task of trying to clean each other while we were forced to remain too close together to really accomplish the task.  I was more than a bit embarrassed about washing Ashley’s naked breasts, especially with Joanna watching, but I don’t think Ashley had any problem at all spending time “playing” around with my chastity device.  Joanna finally turned the water off and started drying us off herself – as usual, first Ashley, then me. 

     After that, Joanna finally removed those big pacifiers from our mouths.  She shoved a smaller pacifier into Ashley’s mouth, but surprised me by not doing the same for me.  But right after that, Ashley and I got a chance to stand in front of the mirror, while I shaved my face and Ashley had to run a brush through her hair over and over again.  Once I was done shaving, then Joanna shoved one of those smaller pacifiers into my mouth before leading us both back into the bedroom.  We watched as she laid out two of those super thick diapers on the bed.  “Diaper time,” Joanna said, all too cheerily.  We knew what to do.  We went over to the bed, backed up to it, and sat, then laid back.  “What good babies you are,” Joanna said happily.  Yeah right! 

     Baby lotion on both of us, and baby powder on both of us.  All followed of course by those big thick diapers.  And it seemed like the moment that Joanna finished fastening that diaper on me, I suddenly felt the urge to pee again – already!  What the heck?  We were both diapered now, and it wouldn’t be going into my diaper anyway.  I let go…and felt Ashley stiffen next to me.  She looked over angrily at me, and grunted that anger.  A moment later, I felt her peeing into my diaper.  While Joanna stood back and chuckled. 

      “Are my two babies wet already?  My!  What are we ever going to do with you?”

     There were a number of nasty things I could have replied, but even with that smaller pacifier in my mouth, replying wasn’t exactly an option. 

     Joanna went to the dresser and pulled out one of Ashley’s plain white bras.  “Stand up babies,” she told us.  As soon as we were standing, she put the bra on Ashley.  All I could think, was that somehow that grownup bra didn’t exactly match the “baby” image that Joanna was trying to stick us with.  As soon as Joanna had finished fastening Ashley’s bra, she left the room.  She came back a minute later with one of my white bras and those dumb birdseed breast forms I had to wear all too often.  Two minutes later, both Ashley and I were dressed in…diapers and a bra.  But of course, Joanna didn’t stop there. 

     Joanna left the room and soon dragged back the suitcase she had brought with her.  Once again she set it where we couldn’t see into it when she opened it.  I took that as a bad sign.  I was soon to find out how right I was.  Joanna took something from the suitcase and brought it back to Ashley.  Trust me, my eyebrows went up at the sight of it.  It was…some kind of big panty, and the material was all pink and green cartoon flowers and bees.  Cute!  I looked over and saw Ashley staring at the thing.  Joanna bent down and held the panty wide open.  Ashley grabbed my arm for support, then put one foot through the leg opening, then the other.  Joanna pulled the panty up into place over top of Ashley’s now wet diaper.  The panty covered most of her diaper.  But in truth, the diapers we were wearing were so thick, there was no doubt at all what was under that panty.  I now noticed the big pink bow at the top of the panty waist.  While both Ashley and I were staring at it, Joanna went back to the suitcase and brought back another one.  An identical one…only I’m guessing a bit larger.  A moment later, both Ashley and I were matching again.  I was still marveling at that while Joanna went back to the suitcase. 

     Once again Joanna came back with material in her hands.  This time…a dress…of some sort.  Even still in her hands I could see that it was…small.  Tiny.  The material on the top of the front matched the cartoon flowers and bees on the panties Ashley and I were wearing.  The skirt of the dress was a pink and white check.  And the short sleeves were all white.  And once again there was a pink bow at the center of the neckline.  Joanna slipped the dress over Ashley’s head and over her arms, then fastened it behind her.  Talk about a childish looking outfit!  In truth, it was a very babyish looking outfit. 

     Ashley was trying to look down at herself.  I suddenly heard her chuckling behind her pacifier.  And then Joanna was back with another one, this time for me.  I had to let her put the thing on me, then fasten it behind me. 

     Ashley was outright laughing at me now.  I know my face was blushing.  I also know that damn chastity device was doing its shrinking trick again.  Joanna had dressed us both in the most babyish looking outfits imaginable.  But of course, Joanna wasn’t done yet.  Not by a long shot.

      “Sit on the bed, babies,” Joanna told us.  While we did that, she went to that magical suitcase of hers again, this time bringing back…socks.  Two pairs.  Both of them white with pink lacy tops.  As always, Ashley first, then me.  And of course afterwards, Joanna went back to her suitcase again.  What now? 

     Should I have been surprised when she brought back two pairs of shoes?  No.  Not at all.  But I was totally shocked to see those shoes.  The groaning of disbelief that came from Ashley at the sight of them pretty much echoed my disbelief as well.  Talk about a sissy looking pair of shoes!  They were black patent leather little girl Mary Janes.  But…they had a big, and I mean big, pink bow on the toes.  As always, Joanna buckled the shoes onto Ashley first, then a bigger pair on my feet. 

     I could only stare in disbelief at those shoes as Joanna went back to the suitcase and came back with something too small for me to see what it was.  I quickly found out though as I saw her working on Ashley’s shoes…or rather the buckle of those shoes as she stuck a small lock through the stem of the buckle, making them impossible for Ashley to remove.  A minute later, mine were locked to my feet as well.  Another locking pair of shoes…and these weren’t even heels.  But I can tell you this, with that big pink bow that couldn’t be overlooked, they were actually far more embarrassing than any pair of shoes I had ever worn…or could ever conceive of wearing.  And since they were locked on, I couldn’t take the darn things off!

      I watched as Ashely held her legs out straight and wiggled her feet around.  Those big pink bows were simply impossible to miss.

     You would think that Joanna would have been done now, but no.  She was still at it.  I sat there and watched as Joanna started attacking Ashley’s face with makeup.  Actually, she attacked Ashley’s face, and my face.  She did Ashley’s eyebrows, then mine.  Except she plucked a few “stray” hairs from my eyebrows that she hadn’t done from Ashley’s, and then she trimmed some of the other hairs of my brows before…painting them.  I didn’t know if I was glad I couldn’t see the results or not.

     I resisted the urge to run my fingers over them while Joanna started working on Ashley’s eyelashes.  She coated them, then grabbed a medieval looking tool and crimped them.  Ashley blinked a few times, but oddly she didn’t seem to mind the treatment at all.  Then of course it was my turn.  Getting the mascara on my eyelashes was bad enough, but that lash curler she used on me afterwards frightened me to death.  I was glad when she took the thing off and I could still see.  I heard Ashley giggling as Joanna looked over her work and then briefly touched a spot on one of my lashes.  What an ordeal!

     I was so glad when Joanna turned her attention back to Ashley with a procedure that didn’t worry me nearly as much.  Instead of working on her eyes, I watched as Joanna pulled the pacifier from Ashley’s mouth, then she used a small wand that she dipped into a tube, and coated Ashley’s lips red.  Then of course it was my turn.  She had me “stretch” my lips so she could coat them completely.  Once again I heard Ashley giggling at me.  Why couldn’t I giggle at her?  Oh yeah, because she was a girl and was used to wearing makeup.  In fact, for women, wasn’t it pretty much required?

     Joanna put light pink eyeshadow on both Ashley and me, before she grabbed a soft brush and started working with…other stuff…all over my face and Ashley’s face.  She stood back to examine her work on both of us, before coming back to Ashley with a tube of something that she spread all over Ashley’s already red lips…and of course she spread the same stuff on mine.  “Don’t touch!” she warned me.  “Let that stuff dry first.”

     Dry?  What was she talking about?  I had thought she was done when Joanna left us, but she came back a few minutes later with a brush and started brushing Ashley’s hair again.  She spent quite a while on it…before she parted it into two separate pony tails that she fastened with rubber bands and put matching pink bows at the top of each one.  And of course, then it was my turn.  I didn’t have all that much hair on top of my head, not like Ashley, but that didn’t stop Joanna from brushing it, and sectioning it into two halves that she pulled back – hard, and then I felt her tying each part back and doing something else to it, that I was guessing she was putting the same pink bows into my hair as she had done with Ashley. 

     And of course, Ashley was giggling at me again.  It wasn’t fair!  I wanted to laugh at her, but the truth was that for as embarrassingly as she was dressed, as far as I was concerned, it wasn’t nearly as bad for her as it was for me.

     Joanna stood back and examined us both critically, looking back and forth from one to the other.  Finally she smiled.  “Stand up babies,” she told us. 

     I don’t know why I felt extra embarrassed by the simple command to stand, but I did.  Ashley and I together stood up, and once again Joanna looked us over, then smiled.  “Go look at yourselves in the mirror,” she told us. 

     Ashley literally dragged me over to where we could stand in front of the mirror.  We were dressed alike.  We knew that.  But looking at the finished results was like doubling the amount of humiliation I felt.  Even though I shouldn’t have been, I was still shocked at the results.  I looked…ridiculous!  Like an overgrown baby.  Sort of.  And of course, there was no doubt that Ashley looked cuter than I did.  But then, she was a girl.  She would look cuter, no matter what. 

     As I stood there gazing at my ridiculous reflection, I suddenly felt my diaper growing warm and wet.  I bent my knees at the odd feeling, especially since it was happening and I had no knowledge beforehand that it was going to happen. 

      “Aw,” Joanna’s voice came.  “Did baby Michael suddenly wet himself?”

      “No!” I replied.  “Ashley did it.”

      “Me?” Ashley laughed.  “I didn’t wet myself at all.”

      “No, you wet…me!”

      “Now, now, children.  No fighting.  I expect you two will wet your diapers quite a bit today.  Maybe mess them again as well.  As I said, I expect that from babies.”

     Who was she trying to kid? 

     She walked over and stuck a baby pacifier into Ashley’s mouth, then mine.  “Okay babies, head for the living room while I get my purse.  Time for us to go bye-bye.”

      “Huh?”

      “What?” Ashely exclaimed loudly.  I noticed she had been pretty quick to pull the plug from her mouth.

      “We’re going out!” Joanna said sternly, and put that thing back in your mouth.  Now march!”

      “No!” Ashley exclaimed.  “You can’t take us out anywhere like this.”  That was exactly my feelings on the subject as well.

      “I can, and I will!” Joanna said sternly.  “Now no more complaining or you’ll both regret it.”

      “No!” Ashley yelled this time.  “I can’t go anywhere like this.  People will see me.”

     I could see Joanna getting angry.  “That’s the point Ashley.  People are going to see you.  Now get moving!”

      “No!” Ashley exclaimed, horrified at the thought.  So was I for that matter. 

      “Ashley Desmond!  You stop arguing with me and do what I say, or you’re going to regret it!  You’re both going to regret it.”

      “Mooom…I can’t go anywhere looking like this.”

      “That’s what you think,” Joanna replied as she grabbed my hand and pulled.  She spun me around, which forced Ashley to come around to my other side.  She nearly fell in the process.  Before we knew it, Joanna was pushing us both straight forward toward the bed where we wound up falling face first over on top of it, half on it, half off.  “Stay there!” Joanna yelled.  She was gone only a moment, but before we knew it, she was back, coming around to the other side of the bed…with scarves in her hand. 

      “No!” Ashley yelled, trying to get up, but she was fastened to me by that tether, and getting up without me was impossible.  Joanna quickly captured one of her hands, then the other.  “No!  Don’t!” Ashley screamed.  She wiggled for all she was worth, but her wrists were soon tied together.  Then it was my turn.  I didn’t want my wrists tied either, but I didn’t put up nearly the struggle that Ashley did…that Ashley still seemed to be doing. 

     Joanna hurried away, but she was soon back.  This time with some rope.  She leaned over the bed and grabbed Ashley’s bound wrists again.  “No!” Ashley screamed again.  But it was no use.  Ashley’s wrists were soon linked to my bound wrists, before Joanna pulled hard on that rope, stretching our arms out.  She tied the rope off to the bedframe and let go. 

     We watched as Joanna angrily came back around behind us.  And then I felt her climbing over on top of Ashley’s back and reaching over her head.  Ashley started shaking her head rather vehemently and saying, “No!  No!  No!”  I watched in horror as Joanna forced that big pacifier back in her mouth, then tied it in place.  A moment later, she was climbing over top of me and tying the other big pacifier into my mouth.

      “Remember what I said about getting punished?” Joanna’s angry voice threatened from behind us.  “If I punish one of you, then you both get the same thing!  And today is not a day when I’m going to put up with any kind of rebellion out of either of you.  I’ve put too much time and expense into this, and I’m not going to let either of you ruin it.”

     I heard Joanna doing something behind us, but what she was doing was impossible to tell.  I know I heard a dresser drawer opening and closing at one point.  What was Joanna up to?  And then I suddenly heard a loud slapping sound.

      “Mmmm!” Ashley grunted angrily.  “Mmmm!”

     The slapping sound came again, and with it, pain lancing up from my bare legs just below my diaper.  She had hit me with something…and it hurt!  “Mmm!” I grunted in surprise. 

     The sound came again, as did Ashley’s angry muffled complaint.  My surprised painful grunting soon followed.  Ashley, then me.  Ashley, then me.  And whatever Joanna was using on us – hurt!  A lot!  It wasn’t long before Ashley was crying…and I didn’t blame her one bit. 

     Joanna finally stopped.  “Are you two going to behave for me yet?” she asked.

      “Mm-hm!” I tried to moan behind my pacifier.  Ashley said nothing.

      “Ashley!  Are you going to behave and do what I tell you?”

     No answer except her crying. 

      “Ashley?  Are you going to behave and do as you’re told?”

     Ashley was still crying, but her head came up almost defiantly.  “Mmmm!” she tried to shout past that huge pacifier in her mouth as she struggled again with her bonds.  Obviously Ashley was still reluctant to do as her mother wanted.

     The slapping sound came again, as did Ashly’s surprised painful moan.  Her crying increased.  And then Joanna hit me again.  Why?  I had already agreed.  But I guess Joanna had been serious when she said we would both get the same punishment.  Once again Joanna started dishing out the punishment to Ashley, followed immediately to the same punishment to me.  Ouch!  Pain, pain, pain! 

     Ashley was crying desperately now, and still Joanna wasn’t letting up.  Finally, Ashley started grunting desperately, even when I was the one getting hit. 

      “Are you going to behave now?” Joanna asked.  I immediately nodded my head again and tried to grunt yes.  Ashley was crying hard, but this time I saw her head nod. 

      “Are you going to do whatever I tell you to do today?  No questions or fuss?  No matter what?”

     Again I nodded and tried to moan some kind of yes around that big pacifier.  Ashley, still crying, nodded her head again. 

      “Good!  Because I can guarantee that next time, it will be worse.  And next time, I won’t just spank the two of you, next time there will be an additional punishment for you both!”

      “Mmmm!” Ashley grunted angrily as she was still crying. 

     Joanna came around to the other side of the bed and untied our hands.  “Stand up now, and don’t give me any more trouble.  Either of you.”

     With a great deal of difficulty, Ashley and I got to our feet.  Joanna turned us around so our back was to the bed.  She looked us over carefully again.  “Now,” Joanna finally said.  “Out to the living room with you.  I’ll be right there.  And then we’re going out.  All of us together!”

     Ashley was still crying a little.  She sniffled, but moved with me when I headed for the door.  The back of my legs were on fire!  I had no doubt Ashley’s legs were just as bad.  Tied the way we were, I couldn’t see them very well at all.  Before going through the doorway, I grabbed Ashley’s hand and held it, trying to offer her at least a little bit of comfort that way.  I had no doubt that whatever Joanna had planned for us today, she was very determined to follow through with it.

     While we waited in the living room, I heard Joanna come out of the bedroom, then go into the bathroom.  Since I needed to go too, I did.  Ashley punched me in the arm with her free hand.  I understood how she felt, but what could I do?  Joanna finally came out of the bathroom, but she went back to the bedroom.  She seemed to stay there for a long time before she finally came out…not only wearing her coat, but carrying a large bag in her hands.  She looked us over briefly before going into the kitchen.  Ashley and I remained right where she had parked us.  We heard Joanna doing something in the kitchen for a while, then she was back.  I’m not sure if I was happy that she had finally returned or not. 

     She stared at us for a few moments again.  “Hmm,” she mused.  She walked up to us.  “Ash, let go of his hand for a moment.”  When her hand was free, Joanna grabbed it and pushed it back behind the pink tether that kept us joined together.  “Now hold hands,” she told us.  She rearranged the skirts of our dresses a bit to cover things, then stood back and looked.  Finally she nodded.  “Much better.  You don’t notice the rope going between you hardly at all now.  You two keep holding hands like that all day.  You might as well.  You’re joined together so you can’t get apart from each other anyway.  Okay, you two.  Out to the car, both of you.  And remember, no trouble, or I’ll not only whip you both in public, but I’ve already grabbed something to make your day a whole lot worse.”

     I know I didn’t want to find out what that was.  And that bag in her hands was large enough to hold almost anything.  Reluctantly, Ashley and I made our way out to the garage. 

     Joanna opened the big garage door, and we waited while it went up.  Neither of us was wearing any kind of coat so the cold air assailed us by the time the door was only partially up, and it only got worse the higher it went.  When the door was high enough that I could fully see out, I noticed my next door neighbor, Greg Stanley, staring at us from his driveway.  Neither Ashley nor I moved until Joanna told us to, but when she did, we both headed for her car parked in my driveway.  Joanna opened the rear door for us, and together Ashley and I struggled to get in. 

     I had seen the look of disbelief on Greg’s face.  How much worse would things be…wherever it was that Joanna planned on taking us?  Joanna helped buckle our seatbelts, especially mine since I was sitting in the middle of the seat, and before we knew it, all too soon for me, Joanna was backing out of my driveway, and we were going…somewhere.