Too Old to be Young - Chapter 13 – Part 1 of 2

 

Thank you to those who have been concerned about my health.  At the end of December, my ENT doctor told me that my plugged ear and all my dizziness would take six weeks to go away.  A week later my GP doctor told me that all my other problems stemmed from my blood pressure and wouldn’t take long to clear up.  They both lied!  My ear is still plugged and I’ve still got vertigo, and my other doctor has given up trying to get my blood pressure under control since it literally bounces all over the place.  I’m dealing with it all as best I can.  Thanks!

 

 

Too Old to be Young

By Karen Singer

 

Chapter 13 – Part 1 of 2

 

The need to pee woke him up.  There was no use getting out of bed to do it, he didn’t have any toilets in his house to go to and the thick diaper he was trapped in was more than up to the task of holding it, despite the few times he had already peed in the thing since she had locked him in the onesie last night.  He held his pee back for a while, feeling the need build in him, even though he knew he would have no choice but to simply let it out…eventually.  Right now, the only thing he could feel down there was his need to pee.  That tiny chastity device they had locked on him last night kept him from even being able to tell his penis was still in there.  Turning on his back, he finally let his pee out, feeling the warm rush as it spread out, soaking everything as it obeyed gravity and made its way to the lowest point, his backside.

He rolled over onto his stomach and tried once again to hump the bed…tried to feel any kind of sexual pleasure, but it was useless.  After a few minutes of desperate effort, he realized once again that all the work was in vain.  He could feel – nothing!  At all!  As if his penis didn’t exist anymore.

Frustrated, he finally got out of bed.  He headed straight to the kitchen where he got his coffee maker working.  He went into his office while it brewed and pulled up the latest of his old short stories that he was working on.  Being unable to satisfy his wants and urges somehow made him want to read those old stories that had always turned him on so much, as if they were the best porn in the world for him.  And of course, since they were all at the heart of his deepest fantasies, they were.

For the past week, he had been rereading and making improvements to his old stories.  Today, there seemed to be more improvements and additions than ever.  But of course, all that did was to make it that much better for him.  And of course, being unable to relieve his needs caused by those fantasies, kept him at it longer than usual.

He was into his second cup of coffee of the morning when he heard his door opening.

“Jim!” Jackie called.

“In here,” Jim replied from his desk.

“Good morning,” Jackie said as she entered his office.  “Any problems from that thing?”

“Yes!  I can’t feel myself in there.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I can’t feel myself at all.  It’s like I don’t have a damn cock anymore.”

“Can you still pee alright?”

“No problem there.”

“Then what’s your problem?”

Jim shook his head and gave up.  A minute later, she had unlocked his onesie and he was heading into the shower to clean up.  In the privacy of the shower, he once again inspected the tiny device they had locked him into.  Ugh!  It barely stuck out from his body at all.  It was nothing but a tiny bump on top of his balls.  For all intents and purposes, it no longer existed.  He gave up inspecting it and finished his shower.  A few minutes later, he was locked in his onesie once again.

Jackie waited until he had finished getting dressed, including the new red heels he had bought the day before, then she pulled him into his office.  From his desk drawer she found a bit of clear plastic tape.  She put a strip of tape around the strap of each of his shoes where it came out past the buckle.  “I know you can simply pull that off and take your shoes off, then replace it later, but I hope you won’t dare try it.  I’ll be stopping in a bit more frequently all day just to check to make sure you’re still in those shoes, so don’t take them off!

“I wasn’t planning on it,” Jim replied.

“You may feel differently later,” she told him.  “Were you planning on running any errands today?”

“Absolutely not!”

“Oh well, too bad.  Tomorrow then – for sure!  Count on going out somewhere tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so!  Now how relaxed are you?”

“Huh!  Not at all anymore.”

“Then pull up that mantra thing and let’s go through it again.”

He wanted to protest, but he didn’t bother.  A minute later, he sat with his eyes closed while she read through the thing.  But his heart wasn’t in it today, not after having his cock practically removed last night.  She didn’t need to know that though.

“How are you now?” Jackie asked when she was done with the lengthy piece.

“Relaxed,” he lied.  “Totally.”

“Good!  Stay that way.”

He of course, wasn’t relaxed and had no interested in being that way.  Two minutes later, she was out the door, and he was alone again.  He looked down at the red heels on his feet.  He really, really wanted to go back to bed and hump himself off again, but he already knew how useless that would be.  He poured himself another cup of coffee instead and went back to editing his story.  It did, and didn’t, keep his mind off of wanting to hump the bed.

 

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His feet hurt.  They hurt and it had been getting worse all day.  And it seemed to ache worse when he was just sitting there not on his feet.  How?  Why?  He discovered that oddly, getting up and walking around a bit in his new shoes actually helped it – for a short while.  But the aching pain always came back soon after.  Even walking in the shoes was starting to hurt now too.  Jackie had been right that morning, he did want to remove his shoes.  He would have, but for some unknown reason, a reason he highly suspected, she seemed to be making a lot more trips over to his house today than usual.  He suspected it was to make sure he wasn’t removing his shoes.

He was standing up now looking out through the crack in his curtains at the backyard.  A crack he purposely kept that way even though he had been dressing normally for the last few days…on the outside at least.  He wanted the neighbors to think he always kept his curtains that way so they would never suspect what he sometimes wore.

He was waiting for her to come again, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be too long until she did.  Now he had two reasons for wanting her to be there.  One – to unlock his onesie so he could take a shower and clean up the mess in the back of his diaper.  And two – so he could get out of those shoes for the brief time it would take him to get that shower.  He was to the point where he was wanting that brief bit of respite more than getting his smelly diaper changed.

The door finally opened, and he turned to see her coming in.

“How’s it going?” Jackie asked with a smile on her face…for the sixth time that day.

“I need to clean up and change.”

“I thought you might,” Jackie told him.  “How are the shoes?”

“They hurt – worse than last time.”

“Don’t worry,” she chuckled.  “You’ll get used to them.”

“When?”

She shrugged, although there was a mischievous smile on her face.  “Eventually.”

“Not today!” he declared.

“Uh…probably not, it’s going to take a while, I’m sure.”

He grunted his frustration.  A few minutes later, she had plucked at and removed the tape stuck to the straps of his shoes, his outer clothes were off, and she unlocked his onesie.  He hurried to his bathroom.  Since he had a big mess in the back of his diaper, he dared not sit down to remove his shoes first.  He pulled down his pantyhose, removed the messy diaper carefully and stuck it in the big plastic bag he kept there just for his diapers.  A bag he took to his trash can every single day.  With the mess gone, he knelt down and finally removed his shoes.  He stretched his feet and toes as best he could.  He finally slipped out of his hose, turned the water on, and stepped into the shower.  Ah.  Relief.

As she sometimes did, while Jim was in the shower, Jackie wandered around and found herself in his office.  She read through whatever page of what was up on his computer, but never changed the page to look at more of whatever story he had there.  As usual, it was another of his sick diaper fantasies.  She didn’t know why she bothered looking, other than she had nothing better to do while she waited.  She glanced through the one page briefly then moved on into the living room.  Like it or not, he was going out into public in his new shoes tomorrow.  She was going to enjoy that.  She wasn’t so sure about him.

The entire time Jim took his shower…a much longer shower than usual…he stretched his aching feet.  By the time he got out and dried himself off, his feet felt almost normal.  Not quite, but almost.  Unfortunately, the entire process was reversed as he got dressed again.  All too soon his feet were already beginning to ache as he watched her walk out the door with that mischievous smile on her face again.  He was not only stuck in his diaper again, he was stuck in the shoes with aching feet once more.  Oh well, at least he was clean.

He gave up any pretense of working on his stories.  As the evening wore on, the shoes stuck on his feet became all he could think about.  No matter what he did, there was no way he could forget he was wearing them, and that didn’t even count the aching in his feet.

By the time Jackie got back from her weekly card game at the community center and let him out of his onesie and his shoes for the evening, his mind was still so fixated on them that he couldn’t think about anything else.  He got into bed in his too-thick diaper, intent on reading a bit before he turned out the light, but his eyes kept glancing at the red high heels on the floor where he had left them.  He finally turned out the light, hoping to go to sleep, but sleep didn’t come quickly.

 

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