The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 6 of 8)
“Come on,” Mel said as she quickly glanced at the clock, “we’re late! We’ve got to get moving!”
Chad followed her out of the room. He picked up his purse by the door while she headed quickly into the kitchen. Physically, he figured he was ready to go. Mentally, he was definitely not ready!
“Grab your diaper bag,” Mel called from the kitchen. Chad reached down and grabbed the straps to his diaper bag too. Was she planning on changing him at the poker game? He shuddered at the thought! He shuddered again when Mel came back out of the kitchen. “We certainly can’t forget one of these!” Mel declared as she held up one of his empty baby bottles. Chad watched with horror as she put it into her purse. She turned to him with a smile. “Ready?”
Chad was now anything but ready. In a daze, he followed her out of the door, out onto the balcony where anybody in the world could see him and the way he was dressed – but he was too dazed to worry about anyone else seeing him – until he heard the door closing and she was locking it behind him. The guys! All the guys were going to see him dressed – like this! Like a stupid… he didn’t know what. And she was going to insist that he talk in his silly sissy voice. He couldn’t! And she was going to make him drink out of a baby bottle in front of them. He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
He made it all the way down to her car. I can’t! He made it all the way into her car. I can’t! He managed to get his seatbelt fastened. I can’t! He made it all the way out of the parking lot. I just can’t! “I can’t!” he suddenly screamed – not even trying to use his sissy voice at all. “I can’t!” he pounded his hand against the dashboard. “I just can’t!”
Mel almost had an accident she was so startled by his outburst. “What do you mean, you can’t?” she asked angrily.
“I can’t! I can’t do this! I don’t want the guys to see me like this. I don’t want them to hear me talking like a sissy. And I especially don’t want them to see me drinking from a baby bottle!”
“Tough!” Mel replied, letting him know that she wasn’t going to back down. “They’ll probably get a big kick out of the way you’re dressed.”
Chad thought that was an understatement.
“And it’s time that your friends all figured out that you’re a lot more of a sissy than they realized.”
He looked over at her, and whimpered once again. “I can’t,” he repeated still using his old male voice.
“And you’ve been using your baby bottle in public for a while now. This won’t be all that different!”
“Not all that different?” Chad echoed, totally shocked by what she was suggesting. “It’s very different! Totally different! These are my friends! These are all guys that I know! It’s totally different!”
His tirade actually caught her off guard. She had been prepared for some resistance – she was actually expecting it, but not to the level that he was demonstrating. Her temper was beginning to rise a bit again, but she carefully controlled it by saying nothing. Fortunately, she didn’t have to say anything because she had reached their first destination – the liquor store. She pulled into the parking lot and parked in a space near the door. “Let’s go,” she said with more than a hint of annoyance in her voice.
Chas sat motionless for a moment. Then he banged his hand against the dashboard one more time before he angrily got out of the car and followed her in. The store was brightly lit inside making him feel all too visible the way he was dressed. Fortunately, the store wasn’t busy.
“Grab one of those shopping carts,” Mel directed as she led the way further into the store. Chad grabbed a cart and followed her all the way back to the coolers where the cold beer was kept. “How many are there going to be tonight?” she asked.
“Six including us,” he replied sullenly – and still not in his sissy voice.
She looked at him, not liking his attitude at all. “Watch yourself,” she said angrily, “or I’ll make matters worse!”
Chad didn’t know how things could possibly get much worse. He turned around and pounded his hand against one of the glass cooler doors before he turned back to her again and just looked down at the floor.
Mel was getting more angry by the second, but she couldn’t deal with him here or now. In fact, she didn’t know how she was going to deal with him. “What kind of beer do they like?” she asked. She watched as he looked up at her, then he glanced at all the types of beer chilling in the coolers along the wall. He pushed the cart several doors down, then just pointed. Mel said nothing. She reached inside and pulled out five six-packs of the glass bottles. “This should be enough for tonight,” she said as she handed them to him to load into the cart.
“More than enough,” he replied sullenly, still not bothering to use his sissy voice.
She looked at him angrily again. “What kind of soft drinks do you prefer?” she asked, still carefully controlling her anger.
He just shrugged. “I don’t care.”
Mel shook her head and led the way to one of the aisles in the store. She picked up a large case of Coke that held a dozen cans. She put the heavy case into the cart herself. “Let’s go,” she said, her annoyance with him still obvious in her voice.
Chad realized that the manager of the store had been watching him carefully from the moment he had entered. Tough! There wasn’t anything he could do now about the way he was dressed. Let the guy enjoy the show! One by one, he pulled the drinks out of the cart and put them on the counter. Mel paid for everything, then one by one he put it all back into the cart again. Without another word, he started pushing the cart toward the door – ahead of Mel. He stopped at the door, waiting to see if Mel would open it for him so he could push the cart though. But she didn’t. Instead, she walked up to stand next to him.
“I just noticed something that I forgot about,” she said softly. “That skirt – you have to keep pulling it down because it rides up constantly! I think that may be one of the reasons I never wear it. Anyway, I suggest you pull it down now because your plastic panties are showing underneath!”
Chad was shocked! More than shocked! It was going to be yet one more thing that he was going to have to worry about and deal with. But he was still too angry about other matters. Instead of pulling the skirt down, he simply said, “Tough!” and walked around the cart to angrily open the door himself and pull the cart through.
Mel shook her head as she followed him out of the store. She had a real problem on her hands. A bigger problem than she ever thought she’d have. She pushed the button on her remote to open the car trunk and watched as he put all the liquids inside. Then he simply pushed the cart up back near the store’s entrance before sullenly getting back inside the car.
Mel started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. She headed for the highway that led to the other side of town. “I suggest you get yourself under control!” she threatened.
It was a few moments before Chad could even speak. And then it still wasn’t in his sissy voice. “I can’t!” he complained yet again. “I can’t do this!” There was suddenly a hint of crying in his voice.
“Yes you can!” she argued.
“No I can’t!” he replied. This time, the crying was evident. He slouched over and rested his head on his arm up against the window. “I can’t!” he repeated softly.
Mel looked over at him. He was definitely crying. He was going to ruin all that makeup she had just put on him. But it wasn’t the ruined makeup that was bothering her, it was how upset he was. It wasn’t till then that she realized that he really couldn’t take this next step. It wasn’t in him. She was pushing him too far, and it was her fault, not his! He wasn’t ready for this and there was nothing she could do about it.
But she had to do something! She had to! But what? They were already on the way. She supposed that she could turn around and go home again, but that seemed all wrong. She had to fix it. She had to do something! Fortunately, it was a long drive to where they were going. All she could think about was the fact that she had to do something, she had to fix things somehow. And then it came to her. The answer had been in front of her all day long. It was the same answer to many of the problems that she had to deal with constantly in her life. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted, but it did fill more needs than anything else. She suddenly pulled the car over to the shoulder of the road and stopped short.
Chad went wide eyed and grabbed for anything he could as Mel suddenly pulled the car off the road. The minute she stopped he looked over at her, afraid something else might be seriously wrong. Mel was just looking at him with a very frustrated look on her face.
“Okay… Look!” she said, sounding somewhat exasperated. “I’ll leave the baby bottle in my purse and you can drink your Coke from the can… or a glass if you want! Will that help?”
Chad was actually surprised. He nodded. “But I still can’t…”
Mel pressed on before he could finish. “And here’s what I want you to do instead of talking in your usual sissy voice. Drop the funny letter stuff and just talk more normal but still in the high pitch. Got it? Try to sound more…” But she didn’t quite know what she wanted him to sound like. A woman? Not really. Female? But that was the same thing. She really wanted him to sound like a sissy but that option seemed to be totally out now. Finally she said. “Try to sound more like a girl. You can certainly do that. Not really like a sissy, but a girl! Got it? Can you do that?”
Chad was trying to roll the whole concept around in his head. Trying to figure out just what her proposal meant.
“Look,” she continued, “I promise I’ll make them all understand so none of them will think anything worse about you. I promise! Now can you do that?”
They won’t think anything worse? “How?” he asked, clearly not believing her.
She shook her head. “I don’t know yet. But trust me, I’ll figure something out. I’m good at things like that.”
Chad had no doubt about that. But if he went there – in front of all his friends – in front of all the guys – talking like… a girl? Could he really do it? And what kind of girl… a grown up girl, or a little girl? He was afraid to even ask that question. And even if she said she could make them understand and not think worse of him? He just wasn’t sure. “A girl?” he finally asked, still speaking in his male voice.
She nodded. She was making progress now and she knew it. She was starting to get through to him. “Try it,” she suggested.
“A girl?” Chad repeated, this time in his high pitched voice.
Mel smiled at him. “Right! You’ve got it! It will be easy! Now can you do it?”
Chad still wasn’t sure. He shook his head. “Maybe,” he finally replied, again using the high pitched voice.
“I need more than maybe,” Mel said. “I need you to definitely commit to doing this. I’m taking away the baby bottle and letting you drop the parts that make you sound like a total sissy, and I’m going to explain things when I get there so that they’ll all understand. But I need you to meet me halfway. I need you to commit to your part too. Now can you do it?”
Chad looked at her and considered it. It was still going to be difficult. He’d be doing it in front of all the guys! But they had all seen the way he was dressing all the time now at work. They all knew that much at least. Would this be that much more? He looked down at the floor of the car. “Okay,” he replied – in the high pitched voice. “Yes, Mistwess.” The sissy pronunciation just came out automatically.
Mel felt nothing but relief. “Good!” she replied. She started to put her blinker on to pull back into traffic again, but she stopped herself and looked back at him again. “And for tonight – and I mean only just for tonight – you can call me Mel and not Mistress. Okay?”
Chad felt nothing but elation. He hadn’t even thought about that part. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied happily. Then he realized that he could have called her Mel. “I mean… Yes, Mel.” He smiled broadly.
Mel just shook her head. She wasn’t totally happy about the situation, but it seemed like it was going to work. Actually, she had never intended to make him drink from the baby bottle, she had only wanted to tease him… and perhaps threaten him with it if he didn’t behave – perfectly. Her big problem now was that she was going to have to find a way to explain his silly voice. She carefully pulled back out into traffic as she mulled the situation over in her head. Thirty seconds later, it hit her. She suddenly knew exactly why she, just as much as Sissy, had to be at that game tonight! Happier than she had been in a while she turned slightly to him. “You need to practice talking in your girly voice. Tell me about everyone who’s going to be there.”
His ‘girly’ voice? He supposed that was as good a description as any. “Well, besides you and me, George will be there of course. It’s his house. His kids are aww gwown now,” he paused as he realized he had slipped back into his sissy voice. “I mean they’re all grown now… and have moved away so his wife leaves to visit them once in a while. When she’s gone, he likes to howd these poka games.”
“So he’s an older guy?” Mel asked.
“Kind of,” Chad replied. He was trying to be careful to not mispronounce any words as he spoke – and it was proving more difficult than he thought. He was so used to pronouncing things like a sissy when he used his high pitched voice that this was actually difficult. The high pitch was the same, but everything else wasn’t!
“Go on,” Mel encouraged.
“Then there’s Steve. I don’t know Steve very well at all since he’s George’s friend. And I don’t know why he goes to these games all the time. He’s married. I get the impression that he just likes getting out of the house without his wife. But I really don’t know much about him.” Chad was actually proud of himself. He thought he had gotten through that much without any of his sissy sounds.
“So he’s one you don’t know as well?”
“Yeah,” Chad replied. “And then there’s Derek, of course. “I’ve known him since High School, but we weren’t friends there. He was a year ahead of me in school. We didn’t really become good friends till I went to work for the company and came across him one day. He’s away a lot for the company. He says that’s why his wife divorced him, she wanted him home all the time. He spent a few nights on our couch right after she threw him out and he found his own place.
“So he’s a pretty good friend then?”
“Yeah, he’s a real good guy.”
“But he cheated on his wife.”
“No! No he didn’t! His wife just hated that he was gone all the time. But that’s part of his job!” He paused for a moment before adding. “I’m pretty sure he makes way more than I do.”
“And his wife still threw him out?”
“Yeah. It’s a shame he got divorced because he really is a nice guy. Not like Ray.”
“Ray?”
“Yeah, Ray! I’ve know Ray for a long time too. We were pretty close for a while, but…”
“But what?”
“Well… I guess you could say that Ray likes the ladies. I guess he’s what you would consider a ‘real ladies man’.”
“Not like you,”
It was sad to admit. “No, not like me.”
“So, tell me about Ray.”
“Well, there was this one time when he was engaged to marry someone…”
“He was engaged?”
“And married – several times.”
“I see. Go ahead.”
“Well, while he was engaged to this one woman, he was over at my house by himself one day and… and he asked me to cover for him in case the one he was engaged to called him. And then he left.”
“What do you mean?”
“He went out with another woman while he was engaged to the first one! His marriages don’t usually last too long.”
“I’m not surprised. Not at all!”
Chad happened to glance down toward his lap at that point and noticed a patch of white – covered by the childish pattern on his plastic panties. He also saw an inch of the girdle over top. Shit!
Friday, July 8, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 5 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 5 of 8)
Mel smiled as she watched him stare at his baby dress before finally walking out. Actually, she knew exactly what she was going to wear, and she knew exactly what he was going to be wearing – probably. And she knew that he wasn’t going to like it… or maybe he really would. It was a little hard to tell.
She went back to her closet and began making more preparations.
It didn’t take Chad long at all to clean up the kitchen. Just a few minutes really. It also didn’t take him long to finish his latest baby bottle. When he was finished, he went to find Mel. He found her redoing her makeup. She hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet so he didn’t know which outfit she planned to wear. The fancy one with the skirt was really out of place – yet a part of him wanted to see her in it very badly. “I’m finished,” he announced quietly as she put down her mascara.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked without turning around.
“Not yet,” he replied. “But I still have some time.”
“Not much,” she replied. “Besides, we’ve still got to get you ready.”
“I’m… working on it,” he replied. Although how he could try any harder or do anything more to leak sooner was beyond him.
“Good,” Mel said. “If you’re finished, then go stand in the corner. Take another baby bottle with you if you think you have to, but just leave me alone while I’m getting dressed.
Chad curtseyed, “Yes, Mistress.” Ugh! The corner! Again! But hopefully, it wouldn’t be for long. He was tempted to grab another baby bottle, but he had just finished two of them really quickly. Besides, since she was just getting dressed, he probably wouldn’t be in his corner too long. He ignored grabbing another bottle and just climbed up onto his perch. He leaned into the wall where he could see nothing, where he wasn’t allowed to move even a muscle, where he felt totally… ignored. Ugh! And all he thought about while he was there, was how could he possibly get out of this tonight? He couldn’t wear that dress, or even act like such a sissy baby in front of his friends – especially since they were all his male friends! He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
He suddenly felt himself peeing yet again, and wonder of wonders, he felt his diaper leaking. “I’m leaking,” he yelled from his corner.
Mel didn’t hurry, but she did poke her head out of her bedroom to look at him. “Good! Just stay there and keep leaking till I’m ready for you.”
A moment later, Chad heard her closing her bedroom door. He was leaking – which was good, but he was still stuck in his corner. Would she even know if he moved at all? He had heard her door closing. But what if she had closed it just to fool him. What if she was still there watching him. With a quiet sigh, he resigned himself to standing still like he was supposed to. But at least he was leaking already!
Mel had moved his baby dress aside and was laying flat out on the bed. She pulled and grunted a bit, and pulled some more, trying to get the button on her jeans fastened. Why did this damn poker game have to happen in the middle of her period when she was so bloated? It wasn’t fair! Every damn man in the world should be subjected to eternal periods over and over again. Maybe then they’d be a little more considerate! The button finally slipped into place and she dropped her arms for a moment to rest her hands before she tried to pull the zipper up. Fortunately, the zipper wasn’t all that difficult.
She got up off of the bed. The jeans were form fitting and a bit stretchy, but today, they could have been a bit more stretchy. Still, she was determined to wear them. They did look sexy on her – she thought. She added a colorful top that stretched tightly over her breasts, exposing them just a bit and showing them off nicely. Some nice earrings, a necklace, a tennis bracelet, and a couple of rings for her fingers. She slipped a pair of heels onto her feet. Her heels weren’t nearly as high as Sissy’s were, but she considered them to be plenty sexy enough. Height wasn’t everything! She checked her image in the mirror, turning left and right so she could see as much as possible. It would have to be good enough.
Now it was time for Sissy! She made a few last preparations, laying all his clothes back out on the bed again. Finally, she opened her bedroom door and went back into the living room. He was still in the corner – still up on his perch. “Okay, Sissy,” she said, “Get out of there. We need to punish you quickly tonight so we can get you ready to go. So hurry up and get the floor prepared.”
Chad pulled himself gratefully out of his corner. Punished? Ugh! Why couldn’t she just forget it for once? He noticed that she had gone with the jeans outfit and was actually glad to see it – even though the other one would have been a lot more interesting. But as he spread the protective diapers out on the floor, all he could still think about was having to wear his silly baby dress in front of all the guys. He just couldn’t!
Mel got her yardstick and was in position with it before Chad had even finished. “That’s good enough,” she said. “Now get that dress off, and hurry!”
Chad got undressed as quickly as possible. In moments he was down to just his leaking diaper, bra and waist cincher. He saw Mel looking at him, waiting. He quickly began unfastening his diaper, which practically fell off of him since it was so wet. He got into position and leaned up against the chair. Her first blow came sooner than he expected… but then, she was in a hurry tonight. He stood up quickly and curtseyed… and realized he was peeing again. He rolled his eyes as he thanked her – trying to ignore the pee that was flowing out of his chastity device.
“That’s why we protect the floor,” Mel said as she readied her stick once again. He was still peeing as she brought it down hard on his backside again. She waited as he went through his little part of the ritual. “We’re going to be out with some of your friends tonight,” she said as she waited for him to get back into place. “And like it or not, I’m going to require you to use your sissy voice – even around them!” Swat! “So don’t even think about not being able to use it, because I’ll paddle your little bottom right in front of them every time you don’t!” She had to wait again while he curtseyed and thanked her.
“In fact,” she continued, “since it’s probably going to be very obvious that you’re under my thumb – to put it nicely – you’re not going to have any way of denying your sissy status!” Swat! “So think about that! You’re going to use your sissy voice all night – like it or not!”
Her words were all Chad could think about as the punishment continued – in fact he hardly realized that her stick was barely hurting him. He had more than enough worries with everything else that was about to happen – enough worries that nearly had him in tears. He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
His punishment done, Mel had him lay down right where he was while she got his diapering supplies. When she came back, she was startled to see him suddenly start peeing yet again – he looked surprised too – he had just finished a few minutes ago! She knelt down next to him while she waited for the last of it to leak past his chastity device. He looked very embarrassed about it. “I’m glad to see that happening,” she said.
“I can’t help it!” he replied, sounding very frustrated.
“Like I said, I’m glad to see it.” She cleaned him up thoroughly, which took a few extra moments since she had to wipe down his legs too. “Would you like another suppository up inside you?” she asked in a teasing voice. She didn’t really plan on doing it, she just wanted to tease him with it.
Chad looked up at her horrified. “No thank you!”
“But the results will go so well with your baby outfit,” she countered.
He shook his head again. “Please, Mistress… no.”
Mel just smiled and pulled out some fresh diapers for him.
Chad was very surprised when he realized that she was putting three disposable diapers on him instead of just the one. Did that mean that he wouldn’t have to worry about leaking tonight? He was afraid to ask. He was even more surprised when she began pulling some plastic panties up his legs. Hooray! Even if he leaked, the plastic panties would keep everything dry and keep everyone from knowing he was wet! And three diapers would practically last him all night long – even without the plastic panties! “Thank you, Mistress,” he said as she pulled the plastic panties all the way up into place.
Mel just smiled. “Get into the bedroom now. Let’s get you dressed.”
Chad got up off the floor and followed her into the bedroom. The first thing that he noticed when he got there was that not only was his sissy baby dress laid out on the bed, but she had left her other outfit out on the bed too – the skirt outfit that she had decided not to wear. In a way, he was still a bit disappointed. She would have looked good in it for sure!
Mel let him stare at the clothes on the bed for a moment. “I’m giving you your choice,” she said. “The baby dress, or the skirt outfit. Personally, I’d rather see you go in the baby dress, but at the same time, I’d hate to see the other outfit go to waste. Which one do you want to wear?”
For Chad it was no contest. He just couldn’t believe that she was offering him this way out! “The skirt for sure… Mistress.”
She smiled. She had been very sure all along that he would choose that skirt – right from the moment she had found it in her closet this morning. She just wasn’t sure how happy he was going to be with everything else she had bought for him to go with it. “Okay,” she said, trying to sound a little disappointed. “If that’s what you’d rather wear, then we’ll go with it.”
“Please,” Chad pleaded. “I’d much rather wear the skirt!”
Mel turned away – just so he wouldn’t see the smirk that she knew she couldn’t hide. “Okay then,” she said as she headed over to her dresser. “If you’re going to wear that outfit, then you’re going to need some other things to go with it.”
With it? What was she talking about? Chad was suddenly very worried once again.
Mel pulled a bra out of her drawer and handed it to him. He held it up to look at it. There really wasn’t much to it. The whole thing seemed to be made up of fancy black lace, and the cups seemed to be only about half there, which would leave the top of his glued on breasts almost completely exposed. He looked up at her questioningly.
“If you wear that top, you don’t want too much of your bra showing. The bra you’ve got on now will be way too visible.
Chad unfastened his bra and pulled it off, leaving his glued on breasts to hang heavily from his chest. He started to try to put the new bra on, and found that as he expected, the cups really didn’t cover very much at all. In the end, Mel helped him to keep things moving along a little better – and to make sure it was adjusted to exactly the way she wanted it, which was to ensure that his breasts would show very prominently.
Once his bra was in place, she returned to her dresser drawer once again and pulled something else out. She turned around with it. “This has to be next,” she said as she held out the garment.
Chad took it from her, fairly surprised. It was another girdle. But unlike all his other girdles that were all-in-one girdles, this one had no built in bra and an open bottom. It did have a very high waist though.
“With that skirt, you’ll need something to hold your diapers in better so they don’t show as much,” Mel explained. It was at that point that Chad realized that everything she had bought had to be pre-planned. She had never really intended on him wearing the sissy baby dress at all. He actually felt grateful as he struggled to pull the tight girdle up where it belonged. It was tight – easily as tight as his newest all-in-one girdles had been when they were new. And with the waist cincher under it, his stomach felt even more compressed than ever. He took a moment to look at his figure in the mirror. Did he look more womanly now? He really didn’t get the chance to notice because all he could stare at was the very bottom of the girdle where his plastic panties were poking out just below the edge of the girdle. Well, at least he’d have the skirt to cover everything up.
Mel went back to her drawer once again and pulled more black lace out of it. It took Chad a moment to realize what it was. This time it wasn’t a bra, this time it was a garter belt. From what he could tell, it was a very close match to the bra he was wearing. It had two long garters hanging down in the front and two long garters hanging down in the back.
Mel helped him fasten it on before she again went back to her dresser drawer. Chad immediately began to worry about what else she might have in there. What she brought out next didn’t surprise him, at first. She handed him a pair of smoky black stockings. The moment he touched them he realized that they didn’t feel at all like the pantyhose he wore to work every day – not at all. As he drew them – easily – up his legs, he was surprised by how soft and sensual they felt. He was also surprised to see the long black seam running up the back! It wasn’t till he was fumbling with the garter belt clips that he realized that each of the garters had a fairly large black bow covering each of the clips that attached to the stockings. As soon as he had both stockings on and fastened, he walked around a few steps, trying to get used to the feel of the garters constantly pulling at his stockings – so strange and… sensual!
She had him put his pink patent mary-jane high heeled shoes on next. He again took a few steps around to get used to everything. She kept him dressed just like that while she went to work on his makeup. Chad was surprised by the amount of makeup she seemed to be using on him. She seemed to be breaking every makeup rule that both she and Sandy had taught him. He counted four coats of mascara alone. And the amount of eye-liner and eye-shadow she had used seemed like an awful lot. His eyelids felt stiff by the time she was satisfied. The lipstick she pulled out seemed to be much redder than any he had worn before. Two heavy coats of it, followed by two coats of a glossy sealer. He had been wearing lipstick every day for the last few weeks now, but his lips had never felt that strange.
Finally, she looked at him carefully and pronounced him almost done. We just need to change one last thing,” she said as she reached for his ears. Chad was surprised to feel her removing his earrings. He was more surprised when she opened a little dish that had been on the counter next to her and discovered it held a pair of earrings soaking in a pool of astringent. She reached in and pulled one out. It was a long collection of silver disks. “These are mine – so don’t lose them,” she said as she let the excess liquid drip off. “I know you really shouldn’t be wearing anything like this yet, but since it’s just for tonight, I think you’ll be alright. Besides, you really need something like this to go with the rest of your outfit. Those little ones just don’t look right.”
Look right? Chad was suddenly more concerned than ever with how he looked – especially since he wasn’t anywhere near where he could see himself in a mirror. He let her hook the earring through his ear. He immediately noticed the weight of it. As he turned his head slightly, he was very aware of the tinkling sound the disks made as they moved against each other. It startled him enough that he involuntarily moved more – which made them sound even louder. Oh great! How was he supposed to ignore that all night! A moment later, the sound was invading both his ears. He found both the weight and sound of his new earrings not only distracting, but actually sensual too. He reached up and touched each of them, feeling the little disks in his fingers… feeling the pull on his earlobes as he held them. So different… so strange… so… feminine?
“Get your skirt on now,” Mel told him as she stood up and began putting her makeup away.
Moving to get to the skirt brought a whole new cacophony of sound and feeling from his earrings as they moved and clanged and brushed against his neck. Even more distracting – and odd – and sensual – and exciting! He picked up the skirt and examined it. There was no zipper, no fastening mechanism of any kind. He realized that the whole thing was stretchy so he stepped into it and began pulling it up into place. It was very tapered so that the waist was extremely tiny. Once he got it up to the bottom of his diaper covered rear end, he pulled… and struggled… and pulled. He had to work the thing carefully and with a great deal of difficult just to get it over his diaper padded bottom. Once it was in place, he realized just how short it was. It didn’t even come close to covering his garters where they met his stockings. He glanced questioningly at Mel.
“It’s the style,” she told him with a slight giggle. “All the young girls dress like that now.” Chad had his distinct doubts about that. He had never seen any girls with stockings and garters visible below their skirts – hookers maybe, but not any young girls.
The pink top was next. The whole thing felt tight and kingly as he tried to pull it into place over his glued on breasts. Once it was in place, just as he had figured earlier, it exposed all too much of his breasts. He also discovered that the lacy black bra straps weren’t covered at all by the wide neckline. And was it his imagination, or did his breasts seem to stick out more. Of course, the bra probably had a lot to do with that too. The top just made it look more noticeable. “Um… I’m not sure about this outfit,” he said.
Mel only smiled. “The baby dress is still there. I’d really rather see you wear that instead, but the choice is yours.”
There really wasn’t any choice, not as far as he was concerned.
Mel grabbed her makeup once again, only this time she began putting it on his chest – all around the seam where his breasts met his skin. “We want it to look more natural,” she explained. Chad wasn’t sure if he wanted it to look natural or not… not it that outfit.
Once she was done, Mel added a long dangly silver necklace that matched the earrings he was wearing. He found it surprisingly heavy and he could feel it even more than the new wooden ones that he had worn recently. She fastened a silver bracelet around his right wrist that surprisingly went with both the earrings and necklace. Then as one final matching element, she produced a silver belt made up of similar, but very large silver disks, she wrapped it around his now further compressed waist and buckled it. The belt wasn’t tight in the least and settled into place just below where she had fastened it.
Mel finally stepped back to examine him critically. “Magnificent!” she declared happily. Only then did she allow Chad to look at himself in the mirror again.
Chad was afraid to approach the mirror – afraid of what he might see. And the minute he looked, he realized that he had good reason to be afraid. From the pink patent high heels that stood out all too prominently against the black seamed stockings… to the stockings themselves fastened to the black lacy garters – well below the hem of his super short skirt… to the super short skirt itself – so klingy and shiny… to the tight pink top that exposed his now more prominent glued-on breasts… to the fairly heavy and garish makeup that had totally transformed his face… to the silver ornamentation that now accented his entire body… he looked at his entire image, and the first word that came to mind was tarty! Totally tarty. The second thought that came to mind was… “I look like a whore!” he complained.
“The baby dress is still there,” she teased. “Waiting for you.”
Chad got the point. It was either this, or the baby dress – still no contest.
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 5 of 8)
Mel smiled as she watched him stare at his baby dress before finally walking out. Actually, she knew exactly what she was going to wear, and she knew exactly what he was going to be wearing – probably. And she knew that he wasn’t going to like it… or maybe he really would. It was a little hard to tell.
She went back to her closet and began making more preparations.
It didn’t take Chad long at all to clean up the kitchen. Just a few minutes really. It also didn’t take him long to finish his latest baby bottle. When he was finished, he went to find Mel. He found her redoing her makeup. She hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet so he didn’t know which outfit she planned to wear. The fancy one with the skirt was really out of place – yet a part of him wanted to see her in it very badly. “I’m finished,” he announced quietly as she put down her mascara.
“Are you leaking yet?” she asked without turning around.
“Not yet,” he replied. “But I still have some time.”
“Not much,” she replied. “Besides, we’ve still got to get you ready.”
“I’m… working on it,” he replied. Although how he could try any harder or do anything more to leak sooner was beyond him.
“Good,” Mel said. “If you’re finished, then go stand in the corner. Take another baby bottle with you if you think you have to, but just leave me alone while I’m getting dressed.
Chad curtseyed, “Yes, Mistress.” Ugh! The corner! Again! But hopefully, it wouldn’t be for long. He was tempted to grab another baby bottle, but he had just finished two of them really quickly. Besides, since she was just getting dressed, he probably wouldn’t be in his corner too long. He ignored grabbing another bottle and just climbed up onto his perch. He leaned into the wall where he could see nothing, where he wasn’t allowed to move even a muscle, where he felt totally… ignored. Ugh! And all he thought about while he was there, was how could he possibly get out of this tonight? He couldn’t wear that dress, or even act like such a sissy baby in front of his friends – especially since they were all his male friends! He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
He suddenly felt himself peeing yet again, and wonder of wonders, he felt his diaper leaking. “I’m leaking,” he yelled from his corner.
Mel didn’t hurry, but she did poke her head out of her bedroom to look at him. “Good! Just stay there and keep leaking till I’m ready for you.”
A moment later, Chad heard her closing her bedroom door. He was leaking – which was good, but he was still stuck in his corner. Would she even know if he moved at all? He had heard her door closing. But what if she had closed it just to fool him. What if she was still there watching him. With a quiet sigh, he resigned himself to standing still like he was supposed to. But at least he was leaking already!
Mel had moved his baby dress aside and was laying flat out on the bed. She pulled and grunted a bit, and pulled some more, trying to get the button on her jeans fastened. Why did this damn poker game have to happen in the middle of her period when she was so bloated? It wasn’t fair! Every damn man in the world should be subjected to eternal periods over and over again. Maybe then they’d be a little more considerate! The button finally slipped into place and she dropped her arms for a moment to rest her hands before she tried to pull the zipper up. Fortunately, the zipper wasn’t all that difficult.
She got up off of the bed. The jeans were form fitting and a bit stretchy, but today, they could have been a bit more stretchy. Still, she was determined to wear them. They did look sexy on her – she thought. She added a colorful top that stretched tightly over her breasts, exposing them just a bit and showing them off nicely. Some nice earrings, a necklace, a tennis bracelet, and a couple of rings for her fingers. She slipped a pair of heels onto her feet. Her heels weren’t nearly as high as Sissy’s were, but she considered them to be plenty sexy enough. Height wasn’t everything! She checked her image in the mirror, turning left and right so she could see as much as possible. It would have to be good enough.
Now it was time for Sissy! She made a few last preparations, laying all his clothes back out on the bed again. Finally, she opened her bedroom door and went back into the living room. He was still in the corner – still up on his perch. “Okay, Sissy,” she said, “Get out of there. We need to punish you quickly tonight so we can get you ready to go. So hurry up and get the floor prepared.”
Chad pulled himself gratefully out of his corner. Punished? Ugh! Why couldn’t she just forget it for once? He noticed that she had gone with the jeans outfit and was actually glad to see it – even though the other one would have been a lot more interesting. But as he spread the protective diapers out on the floor, all he could still think about was having to wear his silly baby dress in front of all the guys. He just couldn’t!
Mel got her yardstick and was in position with it before Chad had even finished. “That’s good enough,” she said. “Now get that dress off, and hurry!”
Chad got undressed as quickly as possible. In moments he was down to just his leaking diaper, bra and waist cincher. He saw Mel looking at him, waiting. He quickly began unfastening his diaper, which practically fell off of him since it was so wet. He got into position and leaned up against the chair. Her first blow came sooner than he expected… but then, she was in a hurry tonight. He stood up quickly and curtseyed… and realized he was peeing again. He rolled his eyes as he thanked her – trying to ignore the pee that was flowing out of his chastity device.
“That’s why we protect the floor,” Mel said as she readied her stick once again. He was still peeing as she brought it down hard on his backside again. She waited as he went through his little part of the ritual. “We’re going to be out with some of your friends tonight,” she said as she waited for him to get back into place. “And like it or not, I’m going to require you to use your sissy voice – even around them!” Swat! “So don’t even think about not being able to use it, because I’ll paddle your little bottom right in front of them every time you don’t!” She had to wait again while he curtseyed and thanked her.
“In fact,” she continued, “since it’s probably going to be very obvious that you’re under my thumb – to put it nicely – you’re not going to have any way of denying your sissy status!” Swat! “So think about that! You’re going to use your sissy voice all night – like it or not!”
Her words were all Chad could think about as the punishment continued – in fact he hardly realized that her stick was barely hurting him. He had more than enough worries with everything else that was about to happen – enough worries that nearly had him in tears. He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
His punishment done, Mel had him lay down right where he was while she got his diapering supplies. When she came back, she was startled to see him suddenly start peeing yet again – he looked surprised too – he had just finished a few minutes ago! She knelt down next to him while she waited for the last of it to leak past his chastity device. He looked very embarrassed about it. “I’m glad to see that happening,” she said.
“I can’t help it!” he replied, sounding very frustrated.
“Like I said, I’m glad to see it.” She cleaned him up thoroughly, which took a few extra moments since she had to wipe down his legs too. “Would you like another suppository up inside you?” she asked in a teasing voice. She didn’t really plan on doing it, she just wanted to tease him with it.
Chad looked up at her horrified. “No thank you!”
“But the results will go so well with your baby outfit,” she countered.
He shook his head again. “Please, Mistress… no.”
Mel just smiled and pulled out some fresh diapers for him.
Chad was very surprised when he realized that she was putting three disposable diapers on him instead of just the one. Did that mean that he wouldn’t have to worry about leaking tonight? He was afraid to ask. He was even more surprised when she began pulling some plastic panties up his legs. Hooray! Even if he leaked, the plastic panties would keep everything dry and keep everyone from knowing he was wet! And three diapers would practically last him all night long – even without the plastic panties! “Thank you, Mistress,” he said as she pulled the plastic panties all the way up into place.
Mel just smiled. “Get into the bedroom now. Let’s get you dressed.”
Chad got up off the floor and followed her into the bedroom. The first thing that he noticed when he got there was that not only was his sissy baby dress laid out on the bed, but she had left her other outfit out on the bed too – the skirt outfit that she had decided not to wear. In a way, he was still a bit disappointed. She would have looked good in it for sure!
Mel let him stare at the clothes on the bed for a moment. “I’m giving you your choice,” she said. “The baby dress, or the skirt outfit. Personally, I’d rather see you go in the baby dress, but at the same time, I’d hate to see the other outfit go to waste. Which one do you want to wear?”
For Chad it was no contest. He just couldn’t believe that she was offering him this way out! “The skirt for sure… Mistress.”
She smiled. She had been very sure all along that he would choose that skirt – right from the moment she had found it in her closet this morning. She just wasn’t sure how happy he was going to be with everything else she had bought for him to go with it. “Okay,” she said, trying to sound a little disappointed. “If that’s what you’d rather wear, then we’ll go with it.”
“Please,” Chad pleaded. “I’d much rather wear the skirt!”
Mel turned away – just so he wouldn’t see the smirk that she knew she couldn’t hide. “Okay then,” she said as she headed over to her dresser. “If you’re going to wear that outfit, then you’re going to need some other things to go with it.”
With it? What was she talking about? Chad was suddenly very worried once again.
Mel pulled a bra out of her drawer and handed it to him. He held it up to look at it. There really wasn’t much to it. The whole thing seemed to be made up of fancy black lace, and the cups seemed to be only about half there, which would leave the top of his glued on breasts almost completely exposed. He looked up at her questioningly.
“If you wear that top, you don’t want too much of your bra showing. The bra you’ve got on now will be way too visible.
Chad unfastened his bra and pulled it off, leaving his glued on breasts to hang heavily from his chest. He started to try to put the new bra on, and found that as he expected, the cups really didn’t cover very much at all. In the end, Mel helped him to keep things moving along a little better – and to make sure it was adjusted to exactly the way she wanted it, which was to ensure that his breasts would show very prominently.
Once his bra was in place, she returned to her dresser drawer once again and pulled something else out. She turned around with it. “This has to be next,” she said as she held out the garment.
Chad took it from her, fairly surprised. It was another girdle. But unlike all his other girdles that were all-in-one girdles, this one had no built in bra and an open bottom. It did have a very high waist though.
“With that skirt, you’ll need something to hold your diapers in better so they don’t show as much,” Mel explained. It was at that point that Chad realized that everything she had bought had to be pre-planned. She had never really intended on him wearing the sissy baby dress at all. He actually felt grateful as he struggled to pull the tight girdle up where it belonged. It was tight – easily as tight as his newest all-in-one girdles had been when they were new. And with the waist cincher under it, his stomach felt even more compressed than ever. He took a moment to look at his figure in the mirror. Did he look more womanly now? He really didn’t get the chance to notice because all he could stare at was the very bottom of the girdle where his plastic panties were poking out just below the edge of the girdle. Well, at least he’d have the skirt to cover everything up.
Mel went back to her drawer once again and pulled more black lace out of it. It took Chad a moment to realize what it was. This time it wasn’t a bra, this time it was a garter belt. From what he could tell, it was a very close match to the bra he was wearing. It had two long garters hanging down in the front and two long garters hanging down in the back.
Mel helped him fasten it on before she again went back to her dresser drawer. Chad immediately began to worry about what else she might have in there. What she brought out next didn’t surprise him, at first. She handed him a pair of smoky black stockings. The moment he touched them he realized that they didn’t feel at all like the pantyhose he wore to work every day – not at all. As he drew them – easily – up his legs, he was surprised by how soft and sensual they felt. He was also surprised to see the long black seam running up the back! It wasn’t till he was fumbling with the garter belt clips that he realized that each of the garters had a fairly large black bow covering each of the clips that attached to the stockings. As soon as he had both stockings on and fastened, he walked around a few steps, trying to get used to the feel of the garters constantly pulling at his stockings – so strange and… sensual!
She had him put his pink patent mary-jane high heeled shoes on next. He again took a few steps around to get used to everything. She kept him dressed just like that while she went to work on his makeup. Chad was surprised by the amount of makeup she seemed to be using on him. She seemed to be breaking every makeup rule that both she and Sandy had taught him. He counted four coats of mascara alone. And the amount of eye-liner and eye-shadow she had used seemed like an awful lot. His eyelids felt stiff by the time she was satisfied. The lipstick she pulled out seemed to be much redder than any he had worn before. Two heavy coats of it, followed by two coats of a glossy sealer. He had been wearing lipstick every day for the last few weeks now, but his lips had never felt that strange.
Finally, she looked at him carefully and pronounced him almost done. We just need to change one last thing,” she said as she reached for his ears. Chad was surprised to feel her removing his earrings. He was more surprised when she opened a little dish that had been on the counter next to her and discovered it held a pair of earrings soaking in a pool of astringent. She reached in and pulled one out. It was a long collection of silver disks. “These are mine – so don’t lose them,” she said as she let the excess liquid drip off. “I know you really shouldn’t be wearing anything like this yet, but since it’s just for tonight, I think you’ll be alright. Besides, you really need something like this to go with the rest of your outfit. Those little ones just don’t look right.”
Look right? Chad was suddenly more concerned than ever with how he looked – especially since he wasn’t anywhere near where he could see himself in a mirror. He let her hook the earring through his ear. He immediately noticed the weight of it. As he turned his head slightly, he was very aware of the tinkling sound the disks made as they moved against each other. It startled him enough that he involuntarily moved more – which made them sound even louder. Oh great! How was he supposed to ignore that all night! A moment later, the sound was invading both his ears. He found both the weight and sound of his new earrings not only distracting, but actually sensual too. He reached up and touched each of them, feeling the little disks in his fingers… feeling the pull on his earlobes as he held them. So different… so strange… so… feminine?
“Get your skirt on now,” Mel told him as she stood up and began putting her makeup away.
Moving to get to the skirt brought a whole new cacophony of sound and feeling from his earrings as they moved and clanged and brushed against his neck. Even more distracting – and odd – and sensual – and exciting! He picked up the skirt and examined it. There was no zipper, no fastening mechanism of any kind. He realized that the whole thing was stretchy so he stepped into it and began pulling it up into place. It was very tapered so that the waist was extremely tiny. Once he got it up to the bottom of his diaper covered rear end, he pulled… and struggled… and pulled. He had to work the thing carefully and with a great deal of difficult just to get it over his diaper padded bottom. Once it was in place, he realized just how short it was. It didn’t even come close to covering his garters where they met his stockings. He glanced questioningly at Mel.
“It’s the style,” she told him with a slight giggle. “All the young girls dress like that now.” Chad had his distinct doubts about that. He had never seen any girls with stockings and garters visible below their skirts – hookers maybe, but not any young girls.
The pink top was next. The whole thing felt tight and kingly as he tried to pull it into place over his glued on breasts. Once it was in place, just as he had figured earlier, it exposed all too much of his breasts. He also discovered that the lacy black bra straps weren’t covered at all by the wide neckline. And was it his imagination, or did his breasts seem to stick out more. Of course, the bra probably had a lot to do with that too. The top just made it look more noticeable. “Um… I’m not sure about this outfit,” he said.
Mel only smiled. “The baby dress is still there. I’d really rather see you wear that instead, but the choice is yours.”
There really wasn’t any choice, not as far as he was concerned.
Mel grabbed her makeup once again, only this time she began putting it on his chest – all around the seam where his breasts met his skin. “We want it to look more natural,” she explained. Chad wasn’t sure if he wanted it to look natural or not… not it that outfit.
Once she was done, Mel added a long dangly silver necklace that matched the earrings he was wearing. He found it surprisingly heavy and he could feel it even more than the new wooden ones that he had worn recently. She fastened a silver bracelet around his right wrist that surprisingly went with both the earrings and necklace. Then as one final matching element, she produced a silver belt made up of similar, but very large silver disks, she wrapped it around his now further compressed waist and buckled it. The belt wasn’t tight in the least and settled into place just below where she had fastened it.
Mel finally stepped back to examine him critically. “Magnificent!” she declared happily. Only then did she allow Chad to look at himself in the mirror again.
Chad was afraid to approach the mirror – afraid of what he might see. And the minute he looked, he realized that he had good reason to be afraid. From the pink patent high heels that stood out all too prominently against the black seamed stockings… to the stockings themselves fastened to the black lacy garters – well below the hem of his super short skirt… to the super short skirt itself – so klingy and shiny… to the tight pink top that exposed his now more prominent glued-on breasts… to the fairly heavy and garish makeup that had totally transformed his face… to the silver ornamentation that now accented his entire body… he looked at his entire image, and the first word that came to mind was tarty! Totally tarty. The second thought that came to mind was… “I look like a whore!” he complained.
“The baby dress is still there,” she teased. “Waiting for you.”
Chad got the point. It was either this, or the baby dress – still no contest.
Friday, July 1, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 4 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 4 of 8)
Mel’s phone rang before she got all the way home. She had been delayed slightly, but not too long. As she suspected, it was Sissy calling. “Hello, Sissy.”
“Hewwo Mistwess,” he replied in his sissy voice. “I’m just putting my diaper on now.”
Mel checked the clock in her car to note the time. “Good. Remember, an hour and forty-five! And if you’re late, then you’ll make us both late for your poker game – and you know I won’t be happy about that!”
Chad understood all too well. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied once again.
“Put your uniform on for now. We’ll find you something more appropriate to wear later. Oh, and Sissy, make sure you bring your pink patent heels with you.”
The pink patent heels! The ones she had bought him just to go with the sissy baby dress! Chad could almost feel the silly pink dress on him already – especially now that he was once again taped into only one diaper. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied again, this time with more than a bit of fear in his voice. It sounded like all of his worst nightmares were about to come true!
Mel ended the call and glanced at the passenger seat of her car. There were several bags there from her shopping trip this afternoon. She was going out tonight! Actually she and Sissy were going out tonight. Despite the fact that they were going to a poker game with Sissy’s friends, she found that she was looking forward to it – it would be someplace different to go with different people to talk to. She was determined that she was going to have fun tonight – despite her damn period!
The only worry in her mind was Sissy – and making him use only his sissy voice in front of his friends. Since she had called him earlier, she knew for a fact that the beating she had given him still wasn’t acting as a deterrent – or an incentive. She’d just have to talk to him again – and probably punish him again. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to start hitting him again – even though she was sure she wouldn’t get… carried away like she did last night. The question was… how should she punish him?
A few minutes later, she opened the door to her apartment, her hands and arms completely laden with the shopping bags. No smell of anything exotic cooking reached her nose. In a way she was disappointed. But the moment Sissy came out of the kitchen and greeted her with his usual curtsey, she no longer even thought about being disappointed. She just loved seeing him doing it that much – especially in his maid’s dress. “What’s for dinner?” she asked. “I don’t smell anything.”
Chad shook his head. “You said something quick and easy, so I just fixed a big salad. Will that be okay? If not, I can fix anything for you that you like.”
Mel smiled. “I know you can… and would. But a salad is probably a good idea tonight.” She didn’t add that with the way her stomach felt, the light salad would probably be the best thing anyway.
“I have the table all set if you want to eat now. I just have to dish it out.”
“Go ahead and fix my plate. I’ll be there in a minute.” She carried all her bags into the bedroom where she dropped them all on her bed. She’d open them and go through everything after dinner. She made a quick trip to the bathroom, then headed straight for her kitchen table.
Sissy had everything set perfectly – one very nicely set place for her with her dinner and coffee already waiting. She glanced at the kitchen counter before she sat down. There was a large bowl full of salad still there where obviously he had dished her salad out of. She figured immediately that he was hoping to eat some himself for dinner. She said nothing though and sat down. “I think I can manage to eat by myself. I don’t need your help for this part. Go to your corner.”
Chad turned away from her where she couldn’t see him rolling his eyes in frustration. He grabbed his baby bottle to take one last swig before being banished to his stupid corner.
“Are you wet yet?” she asked as she saw him drinking.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“How wet?”
He shrugged. “Moderately, I guess.”
“Show me your diaper!”
The command came quickly, but it took him a moment to process it. He reached down to grab the bottom of his skirt to pull it up, but suddenly she was coming out of her seat with a very determined look on her face. “You’re not fast enough with that!” she said angrily as she hurried past him – straight for her yardstick that she kept in one of the corners of the living room. She was back a moment later.
Chad was so surprised at her reaction that he paused right where he was, still bent over and holding the hem of his skirt without pulling it up. And then she was swinging her stick sharply at his backside… just once – fortunately.
“Whenever you hear anyone give that command to you, you had better react fast! Really fast! Now let’s try it again. Drop your skirt and stand up straight.”
Chad had never even had a chance to raise his skirt, but he dropped it again and stood up.
“Now curtsey for me.” Chad did and Mel inwardly smiled. She stood there staring at him, waiting, purposely, not wanting him to know when the command was going to come. “Show me your diaper!” she said suddenly.
Chad moved as fast as he could to grab his skirt and pull it up as high as he could, totally exposing his wet diaper underneath.
Mel looked at his diaper carefully. It was wet, enough that she would normally call it a lot more than moderately wet. But in terms of leaking anytime soon, she was fairly certain that it wasn’t nearly wet enough. “Drop your skirt and grab your bottle,” she said as she set her yardstick down and headed back to her seat. By the time Chad had his bottle in his hand again, she was sitting down in front of her dinner. “Just stand there and finish that thing as fast as you can. I don’t want to see you stop drinking it for even a second.” She saw him pause as he processed the information. “What are you waiting for? Drink!” Her order was like turning on an electric switch. His bottle flew to his mouth where he started nursing – furiously. She couldn’t help but smiling to herself as she picked up her fork and took a bite of the fresh salad.
She hadn’t planned on hitting him with her yardstick at all tonight, but the one little swat she had given him on his diapered covered bottom was only to get the point across so he would learn to move faster next time. And after hitting him just the once, she knew that she was totally in control of herself. If she decided to use it on him later, then she wouldn’t go overboard like she did last night.
His bottle had been about three quarters full when he started drinking in front of her. She let him drink for a few minutes while she ate. “I guess it’s appropriate,” she said as she chewed some of her food, “that I’m sitting here, like an adult, eating like an adult… and you’re... eating like a silly baby.” She nearly laughed. “It suits you so well!” She watched him closely. He never stopped nursing on his bottle, but did she see a bit of a blush come to his face? She was sure of it. She knew that he loved it when she made little teasing comments like that. It was all part of his warped fantasies. And the funny part was that she enjoyed making them just as much.
“Show me your diaper!” she suddenly commanded as he was still drinking. She watched how shocked he was to hear the command come then, but she did notice how he hurried to grab his skirt – awkwardly with the one hand still holding the bottle – and struggle to pull it up high. She was fairly certain that his diaper looked a bit wetter than he had just a few minutes ago. Good! “Finish your bottle now.”
Chad pulled his skirt back down into place and resumed drinking. There wasn’t a lot left in his bottle – fortunately. He had been shocked by her sudden command to show his diaper but at the same time, the brief respite from having to keep sucking so furiously was welcome. Drinking from a bottle, especially trying to do it quickly, was more work than most people realized.
He felt himself suddenly peeing again just before he finished the bottle. There was only a tiny bit of notice before hand that he was going to pee - not enough notice for him to have stopped it if he tried. He realized that his body had already gone back to the pattern it had been in all weekend. He was going to be peeing all night again with no warning and no control. He only hoped that all the progress he had made in holding back while he was at work today wouldn’t get undone.
He drained his bottle and finally pulled it out of his mouth. He noticed that Mel wasn’t quite finished eating yet. He fervently hoped that she would allow him to eat some salad too instead of baby food tonight. He really wanted something to chew.
“Show me your diaper!”
The command came fast and nearly caught him off guard. He grabbed his skirt as fast as he could and pulled it high.
Mel looked at his diaper. Yes, she was sure it was wetter than before. “Okay. Get yourself another bottle and start working on it.”
Chad’s mouth was tired from drinking. Usually, he sucked on his bottle a lot less hard. He could keep that up for hours – probably. It wasn’t tiring at all. In fact it was usually relaxing. But having to drink as fast as he could… that was a different ball game. He pulled another bottle out of her refrigerator and put it to his mouth.
As he drank, he was suddenly more worried than ever about the poker game later. One diaper! An hour and forty-five minutes to make it leak! And she was already loading him up with fluids at a frantic pace! How many hours would they be there? Certainly more than an hour and a half. Was she planning on changing him right in front of his friends? He shuddered at the thought. He shuddered as he remembered the fact that all his friends – his male friends at that – were about to see him as a complete and total sissy baby. How was he going to handle that? How could he do it? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t! But… how was he going to get out of it?
Mel got up from the table as soon as her dinner was finished. Before she had taken two steps, she once again commanded him to show his diaper. She thrilled to watch him rush to do it quickly. And yes, he was looking wetter. “You can pull your skirt down again,” she told him. “Then get in your highchair. I guess we better feed you before we go out later.”
Chad climbed up into his highchair, and was happy to notice that his bottom didn’t really hurt at all this time - not like earlier this morning, the last time he had sat there. He waited patiently as Mel put his tray in place, locking him into the chair. Then she tied his bib in place. Now, the big question was, what was he going to get for dinner? He was very disappointed to see her pulling one of the pink plastic baby dishes out – along with two jars of baby food. The baby food got dumped out into two colorful blobs on the plate. But instead of carrying the plate over to him, she set it on the counter next to his bowl of salad. Chad was elated to see her pull some of the salad out and put it on the plate for him. She grabbed one of his tiny baby spoons and brought it all over to him. “Enjoy,” she said simply as she set it down in front of him. Chad immediately reached out and grabbed a piece of lettuce and stuck it in his mouth. Something to chew! Heaven!
Mel stuck his bottle down on the tray for him so he could finish it. “I’ll be in the bedroom,” she said. Make sure you finish everything. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while.”
Chad didn’t care. He happily plucked a small piece of tomato out of the salad on his plate and stuck it into his mouth – totally ignoring the piles of baby food that he would still have to eat too.
In her bedroom, Mel dumped the contents of each of the bags out on the bed and smiled. Yes, tonight was going to be an interesting night for sure! She went through all the clothes she had bought, removing all the stickers and cutting off price tags. Most of the items she stuck in her drawers. Some of them went into the closet.
The bed was clear now. Out of the closet she pulled his pink sissy baby dress. She held it up and looked at it carefully. So adorable – especially on him! She laid it out flat on the bed. She found the pair of frilly socks she had bought to go with it and laid them out on the bed too. The added socks made her feel like the dress was even more adorable. She found his pink patent leather shoes – with the very high heels – in the living room next to his purse. She grabbed them and put them with his outfit too. Perfect! As an added touch, she searched around till she found one of his pacifiers and put that out with the outfit too. Accessories were so important! She smiled as she looked at the entire ensemble she had laid out on her bed. She hoped he was going to enjoy what she had planned for him!
Now… The question was… was he ready?
She walked out to the kitchen to check on him. He was just spooning the last of the baby food into his mouth. His latest bottle wasn’t finished yet, but that would have to wait. She took his plate away from him and wiped his face and hands. She removed his bib and tray, releasing him from his highchair. The moment he was standing, she again gave the command for him to show his diaper. She thrilled to see him reacting like he did. And now there was no doubt about how wet his diaper was. It was looking soaked! Good!
She smiled at him. “Before you clean up the kitchen, I’d like you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I need to know what would be more appropriate for your friends.” She led the way toward her bedroom.
The minute Chad entered her room and saw his baby dress all laid out for him, along with the socks and shoes… and even his pacifier… he stopped short. He had been trying to prepare himself all day for just this. But now, actually seeing them laid out for him, a wave of total fear ran though him. But he was surprised to note that a wave of excitement ran though him as well. How was he going to manage this tonight? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
Mel noticed him stopping and staring at the dress she had laid out for him. Good! She continued on straight to her closet where she opened the door. “What do you think, Sissy,” she said as she reached in and pulled out a couple of items on the hangers. “I was thinking of wearing this skirt,” she held out the very short stretchy mini skirt she had found earlier this morning, “along with this top I bought today.” She held up a pink clingy top, just over top of the skirt.
Chad could hardly tear his eyes away from the horror of his sissy baby dress laid out on the bed, but he forced himself to look at what Mel was holding up. The moment he saw what she wanted to wear, he gulped. “Um… wow!” he said before he could find anything better to say. The skirt appeared to be very short and the top had what appeared to be a very low cut neckline that would probably show her breasts… make that a lot of her breasts. “Don’t you think it’s kind of… um… fancy and overdressed for a poker game?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it will give me an advantage. Maybe the guys will be so busy looking at what I’m wearing that they won’t play as well.”
Chad nodded. “There is definitely that possibility.”
Mel turned away and hung the clothes back up. “Of course,” she said as she pulled down more clothes, “I can always wear something like this.” She turned around and displayed a pair of jeans and another, not quite so “flattering” top.
Chad looked at the clothes in her hand. “Now that’s definitely more appropriate,” he replied.
Mel shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “I really kind of like the other outfit better. It’s fun to get all dressed up once in a while.”
“I love the outfit too,” Chad replied. “Believe me, I do. But I just think it might be a bit much for just a simple little evening of poker with the guys.”
“But it’s because of the guys that I think I was considering it,” Mel argued.
Chad shook his head. “Go ahead and wear it if you want. I know that they’ll all… appreciate it. I just think it’s a bit more than you need.”
Mel hung the clothes in her hand back up again. “I’ll think about it,” she replied, sounding slightly disappointed. “Go on out now and clean up the kitchen. And finish that bottle!”
Chad left, but not before taking one final glance at the sissy baby dress all laid out for him. How was he going to manage this? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 4 of 8)
Mel’s phone rang before she got all the way home. She had been delayed slightly, but not too long. As she suspected, it was Sissy calling. “Hello, Sissy.”
“Hewwo Mistwess,” he replied in his sissy voice. “I’m just putting my diaper on now.”
Mel checked the clock in her car to note the time. “Good. Remember, an hour and forty-five! And if you’re late, then you’ll make us both late for your poker game – and you know I won’t be happy about that!”
Chad understood all too well. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied once again.
“Put your uniform on for now. We’ll find you something more appropriate to wear later. Oh, and Sissy, make sure you bring your pink patent heels with you.”
The pink patent heels! The ones she had bought him just to go with the sissy baby dress! Chad could almost feel the silly pink dress on him already – especially now that he was once again taped into only one diaper. “Yes, Mistress,” he replied again, this time with more than a bit of fear in his voice. It sounded like all of his worst nightmares were about to come true!
Mel ended the call and glanced at the passenger seat of her car. There were several bags there from her shopping trip this afternoon. She was going out tonight! Actually she and Sissy were going out tonight. Despite the fact that they were going to a poker game with Sissy’s friends, she found that she was looking forward to it – it would be someplace different to go with different people to talk to. She was determined that she was going to have fun tonight – despite her damn period!
The only worry in her mind was Sissy – and making him use only his sissy voice in front of his friends. Since she had called him earlier, she knew for a fact that the beating she had given him still wasn’t acting as a deterrent – or an incentive. She’d just have to talk to him again – and probably punish him again. She just wasn’t sure she wanted to start hitting him again – even though she was sure she wouldn’t get… carried away like she did last night. The question was… how should she punish him?
A few minutes later, she opened the door to her apartment, her hands and arms completely laden with the shopping bags. No smell of anything exotic cooking reached her nose. In a way she was disappointed. But the moment Sissy came out of the kitchen and greeted her with his usual curtsey, she no longer even thought about being disappointed. She just loved seeing him doing it that much – especially in his maid’s dress. “What’s for dinner?” she asked. “I don’t smell anything.”
Chad shook his head. “You said something quick and easy, so I just fixed a big salad. Will that be okay? If not, I can fix anything for you that you like.”
Mel smiled. “I know you can… and would. But a salad is probably a good idea tonight.” She didn’t add that with the way her stomach felt, the light salad would probably be the best thing anyway.
“I have the table all set if you want to eat now. I just have to dish it out.”
“Go ahead and fix my plate. I’ll be there in a minute.” She carried all her bags into the bedroom where she dropped them all on her bed. She’d open them and go through everything after dinner. She made a quick trip to the bathroom, then headed straight for her kitchen table.
Sissy had everything set perfectly – one very nicely set place for her with her dinner and coffee already waiting. She glanced at the kitchen counter before she sat down. There was a large bowl full of salad still there where obviously he had dished her salad out of. She figured immediately that he was hoping to eat some himself for dinner. She said nothing though and sat down. “I think I can manage to eat by myself. I don’t need your help for this part. Go to your corner.”
Chad turned away from her where she couldn’t see him rolling his eyes in frustration. He grabbed his baby bottle to take one last swig before being banished to his stupid corner.
“Are you wet yet?” she asked as she saw him drinking.
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.
“How wet?”
He shrugged. “Moderately, I guess.”
“Show me your diaper!”
The command came quickly, but it took him a moment to process it. He reached down to grab the bottom of his skirt to pull it up, but suddenly she was coming out of her seat with a very determined look on her face. “You’re not fast enough with that!” she said angrily as she hurried past him – straight for her yardstick that she kept in one of the corners of the living room. She was back a moment later.
Chad was so surprised at her reaction that he paused right where he was, still bent over and holding the hem of his skirt without pulling it up. And then she was swinging her stick sharply at his backside… just once – fortunately.
“Whenever you hear anyone give that command to you, you had better react fast! Really fast! Now let’s try it again. Drop your skirt and stand up straight.”
Chad had never even had a chance to raise his skirt, but he dropped it again and stood up.
“Now curtsey for me.” Chad did and Mel inwardly smiled. She stood there staring at him, waiting, purposely, not wanting him to know when the command was going to come. “Show me your diaper!” she said suddenly.
Chad moved as fast as he could to grab his skirt and pull it up as high as he could, totally exposing his wet diaper underneath.
Mel looked at his diaper carefully. It was wet, enough that she would normally call it a lot more than moderately wet. But in terms of leaking anytime soon, she was fairly certain that it wasn’t nearly wet enough. “Drop your skirt and grab your bottle,” she said as she set her yardstick down and headed back to her seat. By the time Chad had his bottle in his hand again, she was sitting down in front of her dinner. “Just stand there and finish that thing as fast as you can. I don’t want to see you stop drinking it for even a second.” She saw him pause as he processed the information. “What are you waiting for? Drink!” Her order was like turning on an electric switch. His bottle flew to his mouth where he started nursing – furiously. She couldn’t help but smiling to herself as she picked up her fork and took a bite of the fresh salad.
She hadn’t planned on hitting him with her yardstick at all tonight, but the one little swat she had given him on his diapered covered bottom was only to get the point across so he would learn to move faster next time. And after hitting him just the once, she knew that she was totally in control of herself. If she decided to use it on him later, then she wouldn’t go overboard like she did last night.
His bottle had been about three quarters full when he started drinking in front of her. She let him drink for a few minutes while she ate. “I guess it’s appropriate,” she said as she chewed some of her food, “that I’m sitting here, like an adult, eating like an adult… and you’re... eating like a silly baby.” She nearly laughed. “It suits you so well!” She watched him closely. He never stopped nursing on his bottle, but did she see a bit of a blush come to his face? She was sure of it. She knew that he loved it when she made little teasing comments like that. It was all part of his warped fantasies. And the funny part was that she enjoyed making them just as much.
“Show me your diaper!” she suddenly commanded as he was still drinking. She watched how shocked he was to hear the command come then, but she did notice how he hurried to grab his skirt – awkwardly with the one hand still holding the bottle – and struggle to pull it up high. She was fairly certain that his diaper looked a bit wetter than he had just a few minutes ago. Good! “Finish your bottle now.”
Chad pulled his skirt back down into place and resumed drinking. There wasn’t a lot left in his bottle – fortunately. He had been shocked by her sudden command to show his diaper but at the same time, the brief respite from having to keep sucking so furiously was welcome. Drinking from a bottle, especially trying to do it quickly, was more work than most people realized.
He felt himself suddenly peeing again just before he finished the bottle. There was only a tiny bit of notice before hand that he was going to pee - not enough notice for him to have stopped it if he tried. He realized that his body had already gone back to the pattern it had been in all weekend. He was going to be peeing all night again with no warning and no control. He only hoped that all the progress he had made in holding back while he was at work today wouldn’t get undone.
He drained his bottle and finally pulled it out of his mouth. He noticed that Mel wasn’t quite finished eating yet. He fervently hoped that she would allow him to eat some salad too instead of baby food tonight. He really wanted something to chew.
“Show me your diaper!”
The command came fast and nearly caught him off guard. He grabbed his skirt as fast as he could and pulled it high.
Mel looked at his diaper. Yes, she was sure it was wetter than before. “Okay. Get yourself another bottle and start working on it.”
Chad’s mouth was tired from drinking. Usually, he sucked on his bottle a lot less hard. He could keep that up for hours – probably. It wasn’t tiring at all. In fact it was usually relaxing. But having to drink as fast as he could… that was a different ball game. He pulled another bottle out of her refrigerator and put it to his mouth.
As he drank, he was suddenly more worried than ever about the poker game later. One diaper! An hour and forty-five minutes to make it leak! And she was already loading him up with fluids at a frantic pace! How many hours would they be there? Certainly more than an hour and a half. Was she planning on changing him right in front of his friends? He shuddered at the thought. He shuddered as he remembered the fact that all his friends – his male friends at that – were about to see him as a complete and total sissy baby. How was he going to handle that? How could he do it? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t! But… how was he going to get out of it?
Mel got up from the table as soon as her dinner was finished. Before she had taken two steps, she once again commanded him to show his diaper. She thrilled to watch him rush to do it quickly. And yes, he was looking wetter. “You can pull your skirt down again,” she told him. “Then get in your highchair. I guess we better feed you before we go out later.”
Chad climbed up into his highchair, and was happy to notice that his bottom didn’t really hurt at all this time - not like earlier this morning, the last time he had sat there. He waited patiently as Mel put his tray in place, locking him into the chair. Then she tied his bib in place. Now, the big question was, what was he going to get for dinner? He was very disappointed to see her pulling one of the pink plastic baby dishes out – along with two jars of baby food. The baby food got dumped out into two colorful blobs on the plate. But instead of carrying the plate over to him, she set it on the counter next to his bowl of salad. Chad was elated to see her pull some of the salad out and put it on the plate for him. She grabbed one of his tiny baby spoons and brought it all over to him. “Enjoy,” she said simply as she set it down in front of him. Chad immediately reached out and grabbed a piece of lettuce and stuck it in his mouth. Something to chew! Heaven!
Mel stuck his bottle down on the tray for him so he could finish it. “I’ll be in the bedroom,” she said. Make sure you finish everything. I’ll be back to check on you in a little while.”
Chad didn’t care. He happily plucked a small piece of tomato out of the salad on his plate and stuck it into his mouth – totally ignoring the piles of baby food that he would still have to eat too.
In her bedroom, Mel dumped the contents of each of the bags out on the bed and smiled. Yes, tonight was going to be an interesting night for sure! She went through all the clothes she had bought, removing all the stickers and cutting off price tags. Most of the items she stuck in her drawers. Some of them went into the closet.
The bed was clear now. Out of the closet she pulled his pink sissy baby dress. She held it up and looked at it carefully. So adorable – especially on him! She laid it out flat on the bed. She found the pair of frilly socks she had bought to go with it and laid them out on the bed too. The added socks made her feel like the dress was even more adorable. She found his pink patent leather shoes – with the very high heels – in the living room next to his purse. She grabbed them and put them with his outfit too. Perfect! As an added touch, she searched around till she found one of his pacifiers and put that out with the outfit too. Accessories were so important! She smiled as she looked at the entire ensemble she had laid out on her bed. She hoped he was going to enjoy what she had planned for him!
Now… The question was… was he ready?
She walked out to the kitchen to check on him. He was just spooning the last of the baby food into his mouth. His latest bottle wasn’t finished yet, but that would have to wait. She took his plate away from him and wiped his face and hands. She removed his bib and tray, releasing him from his highchair. The moment he was standing, she again gave the command for him to show his diaper. She thrilled to see him reacting like he did. And now there was no doubt about how wet his diaper was. It was looking soaked! Good!
She smiled at him. “Before you clean up the kitchen, I’d like you to help me pick out an outfit for tonight. I need to know what would be more appropriate for your friends.” She led the way toward her bedroom.
The minute Chad entered her room and saw his baby dress all laid out for him, along with the socks and shoes… and even his pacifier… he stopped short. He had been trying to prepare himself all day for just this. But now, actually seeing them laid out for him, a wave of total fear ran though him. But he was surprised to note that a wave of excitement ran though him as well. How was he going to manage this tonight? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
Mel noticed him stopping and staring at the dress she had laid out for him. Good! She continued on straight to her closet where she opened the door. “What do you think, Sissy,” she said as she reached in and pulled out a couple of items on the hangers. “I was thinking of wearing this skirt,” she held out the very short stretchy mini skirt she had found earlier this morning, “along with this top I bought today.” She held up a pink clingy top, just over top of the skirt.
Chad could hardly tear his eyes away from the horror of his sissy baby dress laid out on the bed, but he forced himself to look at what Mel was holding up. The moment he saw what she wanted to wear, he gulped. “Um… wow!” he said before he could find anything better to say. The skirt appeared to be very short and the top had what appeared to be a very low cut neckline that would probably show her breasts… make that a lot of her breasts. “Don’t you think it’s kind of… um… fancy and overdressed for a poker game?”
“I don’t know. Maybe it will give me an advantage. Maybe the guys will be so busy looking at what I’m wearing that they won’t play as well.”
Chad nodded. “There is definitely that possibility.”
Mel turned away and hung the clothes back up. “Of course,” she said as she pulled down more clothes, “I can always wear something like this.” She turned around and displayed a pair of jeans and another, not quite so “flattering” top.
Chad looked at the clothes in her hand. “Now that’s definitely more appropriate,” he replied.
Mel shook her head. “I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “I really kind of like the other outfit better. It’s fun to get all dressed up once in a while.”
“I love the outfit too,” Chad replied. “Believe me, I do. But I just think it might be a bit much for just a simple little evening of poker with the guys.”
“But it’s because of the guys that I think I was considering it,” Mel argued.
Chad shook his head. “Go ahead and wear it if you want. I know that they’ll all… appreciate it. I just think it’s a bit more than you need.”
Mel hung the clothes in her hand back up again. “I’ll think about it,” she replied, sounding slightly disappointed. “Go on out now and clean up the kitchen. And finish that bottle!”
Chad left, but not before taking one final glance at the sissy baby dress all laid out for him. How was he going to manage this? He couldn’t! He just couldn’t!
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 3 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 3 of 8)
The waitress delivered two cups of coffee, checked to see if they needed anything else till their lunch arrived, then left. “So how are things going today with Chad?” Gloria asked. “Any better than yesterday?”
Mel nodded as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. Today, so far, it’s been a lot better. But mostly because I don’t seem to be in such a bad mood as I was yesterday.”
“Is your… period over?”
Mel shook her head and held up two fingers. “Only day two.”
“But you’re controlling your moods better today.”
“Yeah – so far, anyway. But last night…” She shook her head and set her coffee cup carefully back down on the table. “I’m afraid I lost it last night… and I mean… I really lost it.”
Gloria said nothing. She just sat back to listen. So often, listening was the best thing she could do.
“You know… I punish him once in a while. Okay, sometimes I punish him a lot… sometimes, not so much. Well, yesterday, like I said before, I had been in a bad mood all day, and I guess I kind of went out of my way to find things to punish him for. But then, last night, when I actually got down to it, it was like… like… I don’t know! Suddenly all the frustrations and everything else just kind of got to me. And I’m afraid I really laid into him like I’ve never done before. And I mean, I really went at it! He was still having trouble sitting down when I saw him this morning.”
“So you punished him a bit.”
“More than a bit!”
“Did you hurt him? I mean, did you really hurt him – beyond the fact that he’s having a bit of trouble sitting down today?”
Mel had to think about that. “I guess… probably no.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I lost it. I totally lost control!”
“Married people often argue. Sometimes it can get pretty violent.”
“Uh… We’re not married! Remember?”
“But the point is the same. You’re together all the time. You both have kind of a… vested interest in each other.”
“But we’re not married!”
“No, I didn’t say you were. But the principle still applies.”
Mel wasn’t at all sure what she was talking about. “What principle?”
“That you’re eventually going to start expressing your frustrations at each other.”
“I did more than ‘express my frustrations’ last night!”
“Maybe. Or maybe it was just your ‘method’ of expressing them.”
Mel shook her head. “I still don’t think that’s it.”
“So what’s really your problem? I mean – what’s ‘really’ it?”
Mel sighed. “I guess… I don’t know.” She shook her head, then she looked up at Gloria. “You want to know what it is? And I’m not sure this is really it mind you, but… I think I’m afraid of losing him. I’m afraid I may chase him away if I ever do that again - even though when I win this thing he’s… sort of… going to be bound to me by the terms of the bet. And I know it’s silly, but… that’s just what I feel. I guess I’m a bit worried about it. I don’t know how to handle situations like this. I’m not really a violent person, I don’t go around hitting people all the time – in fact never… till this bet started, anyway. And… and… well… sometimes, I almost think I enjoy punishing him… hitting him – when I do it right that is. I mean, I’m not one of those professional… dominatrix women. I have no real clue as to what I’m doing. I’m just making everything up as I go. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel or what’s supposed to happen next!”
“You said you’re afraid of losing him. But does he seem satisfied with the way things have been going between you?”
Mel just stared at her for a moment. “I don’t know. He never says anything.”
“Have you asked him lately?”
“Why should I? As far as he’s concerned, it doesn’t really matter.”
“It probably matters to him.”
“But the terms of the bet…”
“Forget the bet! Look, underneath all his makeup, and underneath the dresses you’ve got him in, and underneath… everything else, he’s still a person. And people have thoughts and feelings. And like it or not, those feeling are important. If you really are afraid of losing him, like you said, then wouldn’t it make sense to find out what he’s thinking? If you’ll remember, we went through this a while back. You said he seemed to be satisfied then. But does he still feel that way now? It doesn’t matter if you’re a professional at that stuff or not. What matters is what each of you think about it! Is it meeting the needs that each of you have? You can’t just assume you know how he feels and you can’t pretend that it doesn’t matter – just because of the silly terms of your bet. You have to talk to him!”
Mel wasn’t sure what to think. “Why can’t you just find out for me when we meet on Thursday night?”
Gloria shook her head. “You’ve got to find out for yourself – personally. And he’s got to know you’re asking about it. He’s got to see that you care!”
“Of course I care! He knows that!”
“Does he?”
“He should!”
“But does he?”
Mel had no true answer.
Chad sat down heavily in his chair the moment he got back from lunch. He ignored the slight stinging pain that erupted in his backside and just let the tingling subside on its own. At least it was feeling a bit better now. He had wolfed down only half of an extra large burger and a few fries during lunch. He only ate half because that’s all he could manage to eat before he got completely full. But at least it wasn’t baby food and at least it was something solid that he could chew and at least it actually tasted pretty good!
He was still fuming over the fact that Cassie had let the receptionist in to see her changing his diapers. In fact, he was fuming over the fact that she had let her help! How could she? But she had… and that was all there was to it he supposed. He dreaded more than ever going back to the gym tomorrow. Even if Cindy didn’t come in to see him get changed tomorrow, she would probably make his life even more unendurable!
Speaking of unendurable… He looked around towards the wall between his cubicle and Robin’s. He could just hear her talking on her phone, probably to her husband. He felt safe enough. He opened up the spreadsheet where he kept his progress for the bet.
He found the row for today’s date and saw that there was still another twenty-four days to go. Today it didn’t feel like that number was dropping very fast at all. He went up to yesterday’s date to fill in how long he had managed to hold back. He paused to think. What should he put there? He wanted to be honest – if only to track his progress seriously – or lack thereof as now seemed to be happening. Yesterday he had put down 18 and a half minutes under last Friday’s date. But yesterday… With a small sigh, he filled in eleven minutes. Eleven minutes and that was all! Horrible! But to be perfectly honest, that was the best he had managed to do yesterday. The weekend had taken way too much of a toll on his system. In fact, yesterday it had taken him quite a while just to even realize when he had to go – before it was coming out of him. Yes, last weekend was not so good.
But today… today was defiantly looking better! He was already up to ten minutes and it was always in the afternoons when he made his most progress. Yes, tomorrow he was sure he would finally be able to post some progress in the right direction again!
The hallway seemed a bit more crowded than usual as Chad and Robin headed toward the break room. Sometimes it got that way. But the extra people didn’t seem to be bothering Chad as much as they used to. He guessed it was because he was getting more and more used to being dressed like he was around everybody… and in truth, mostly, everybody had been fairly accepting. The line for coffee was moderately long. As he waited behind Robin, he glanced around the room, looking for Derek. He didn’t see his friend anywhere – which wasn’t unusual. Derek’s job kept him away from the company often.
Once he got his coffee, he followed Robin back over to the table full of women. For once, as he sat down, he wasn’t the center of attention – or their teasing. In fact, he was mostly ignored as they discussed kids and family problems. Chad really wasn’t all that interested, but he was enjoying the nice quiet break away from stress. That is… till he suddenly felt a hand land on his shoulder and everyone was suddenly silent as they looked up behind him. He turned quickly and saw George standing there.
“Hey Cha… I mean, Sissy. I just wanted to check to see if you and your lady friend are still coming tonight.”
Chad nodded. “As far as I know… I mean definitely. We’ll be there.”
“And you’re still bringing some beer?”
“Yes, we’re planning on it. Is anybody new going to be there?”
George shook his head, “No, just me, you and your friend, Derek, Ray, and Steve.”
Chad nodded, the same list of people. “Okay. No problem. We’ll see you later.”
George just nodded. Then he nodded goodbye to all the women who were watching them. “See you.”
“I’ll bet you’re excited about seeing Derek again later!” Robin teased. “I noticed you looking for him earlier when we came in.”
Things had been going so smoothly before George had walked up. Chad had no doubts that they were about to take a turn for the worse.
“Hey Sissy… Have you thought anymore about what you’re going to wear? Something sexy for Derek?”
Chad just shook his head. And so it begins… again!
Robin ducked her head into Chad’s cubicle as she was leaving for the day. Chad was just shutting down his computer. “Bye Sissy. Have fun tonight.” Then she put a teasing smile on her face. “And I expect to hear all the lurid details tomorrow!”
Chad actually blushed. “Lurid… It’s just a poker game!” But in the back of his mind, he was thinking about all the things that he was sure Mel had planned for him – lurid might be right!
“Sure!” Robin teased. But before she could say anything else, they were interrupted by the sound of Sissy’s cell phone ringing. She watched as he dug it quickly out of his purse. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw a slight look of alarm on his face as he looked to see who was calling.
Chad looked up at Robin before he spoke. “Hello?” he said, already knowing full well that it was Mel who was calling. He just couldn’t use his sissy voice with Robin standing there.
“Sissy!” Mel’s voice returned angrily after a slight pause. “Didn’t I beat you bad enough last night for not speaking right?”
Robin was in a hurry – she couldn’t stay to hear more. “I’ve got to go,” she whispered while Sissy was still talking. “See you tomorrow!” And then she hurried away.
Chad returned his attention back to Mel on the phone. As he searched for an appropriate answer, Mel began speaking again. “Who was that?” she asked.
“Robin was just leaving,” he replied softly, this time in his sissy voice since he was now alone. “He was tempted to add that she was leaving to go to the gym, but it was only he who really cared about that problem.”
“Robin again?” Mel had been feeling fairly good all day till now. But she wasn’t about to let Robin spoil things for her now – Chad talking in the wrong voice either. “Listen,” she said to him. “When you get home, get cleaned up. Make sure there’s no nasty hair sticking out anywhere – shave again if you have to – all over! Call me the minute you get ready to put your diaper on. I should be home by then.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chad replied, suppressing a sigh.
“Plan to fix something quick and easy for dinner tonight since we’re going out and we’ve got to get you ready.”
“That should be no problem,” Sissy replied. Get him ready? He noticed that she didn’t include herself in that. Things definitely didn’t sound good for him.
“And Sissy,” Mel continued, “we’ll have to deal with you not speaking correctly once again tonight! Like it or not!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chad replied again, this time unable to repress his sigh.
Robin hurried into the locker room to change into her workout outfit. The locker room was fairly crowded – and it stunk a bit. But that was so often the case with locker rooms – unfortunately. It wasn’t really her purpose in being at the gym, but she figured that a few questions about something couldn’t hurt. She turned towards several of the women who were dressing nearby. “Have any of you heard anything about the guy who comes here to use the gym at lunchtime every day?”
Most of the women shook their heads. One woman asked if she was serious since this was a women’s only gym. But another one said, “I think I heard something about it, or at least that there was a guy here once. But since I don’t come that early, I really can’t say. You should ask Darla. She might know.”
“Darla?” Robin asked. “Is she here?”
The woman looked around. “I don’t see her yet. But that’s not unusual, she often gets here late.”
Robin didn’t know who Darla was, but she figured it shouldn’t be all that difficult to find out. Once they were in the aerobics room, she positioned herself near the woman who had mentioned her name. She asked the woman if she saw Darla yet. The woman looked around then just shook her head.
If anything, the aerobic workout was even harder on Robin than it had been the week before – even though she was fairly sure that it was mostly the same routines. She was just feeling it more. During the class, she noticed two women who came in late. She hoped one of them was Darla.
At the end of class, Robin was not only sweating and panting hard, she felt positively faint. But she still had the determination to ask the woman which of the newcomers was Darla. The woman looked around but shook her head. “She didn’t show tonight, which is rare for her.”
Robin was too tired to care that much. She was getting nowhere! Well, almost nowhere. At least now she had the name of someone who would know something.
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 3 of 8)
The waitress delivered two cups of coffee, checked to see if they needed anything else till their lunch arrived, then left. “So how are things going today with Chad?” Gloria asked. “Any better than yesterday?”
Mel nodded as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. Today, so far, it’s been a lot better. But mostly because I don’t seem to be in such a bad mood as I was yesterday.”
“Is your… period over?”
Mel shook her head and held up two fingers. “Only day two.”
“But you’re controlling your moods better today.”
“Yeah – so far, anyway. But last night…” She shook her head and set her coffee cup carefully back down on the table. “I’m afraid I lost it last night… and I mean… I really lost it.”
Gloria said nothing. She just sat back to listen. So often, listening was the best thing she could do.
“You know… I punish him once in a while. Okay, sometimes I punish him a lot… sometimes, not so much. Well, yesterday, like I said before, I had been in a bad mood all day, and I guess I kind of went out of my way to find things to punish him for. But then, last night, when I actually got down to it, it was like… like… I don’t know! Suddenly all the frustrations and everything else just kind of got to me. And I’m afraid I really laid into him like I’ve never done before. And I mean, I really went at it! He was still having trouble sitting down when I saw him this morning.”
“So you punished him a bit.”
“More than a bit!”
“Did you hurt him? I mean, did you really hurt him – beyond the fact that he’s having a bit of trouble sitting down today?”
Mel had to think about that. “I guess… probably no.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I lost it. I totally lost control!”
“Married people often argue. Sometimes it can get pretty violent.”
“Uh… We’re not married! Remember?”
“But the point is the same. You’re together all the time. You both have kind of a… vested interest in each other.”
“But we’re not married!”
“No, I didn’t say you were. But the principle still applies.”
Mel wasn’t at all sure what she was talking about. “What principle?”
“That you’re eventually going to start expressing your frustrations at each other.”
“I did more than ‘express my frustrations’ last night!”
“Maybe. Or maybe it was just your ‘method’ of expressing them.”
Mel shook her head. “I still don’t think that’s it.”
“So what’s really your problem? I mean – what’s ‘really’ it?”
Mel sighed. “I guess… I don’t know.” She shook her head, then she looked up at Gloria. “You want to know what it is? And I’m not sure this is really it mind you, but… I think I’m afraid of losing him. I’m afraid I may chase him away if I ever do that again - even though when I win this thing he’s… sort of… going to be bound to me by the terms of the bet. And I know it’s silly, but… that’s just what I feel. I guess I’m a bit worried about it. I don’t know how to handle situations like this. I’m not really a violent person, I don’t go around hitting people all the time – in fact never… till this bet started, anyway. And… and… well… sometimes, I almost think I enjoy punishing him… hitting him – when I do it right that is. I mean, I’m not one of those professional… dominatrix women. I have no real clue as to what I’m doing. I’m just making everything up as I go. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel or what’s supposed to happen next!”
“You said you’re afraid of losing him. But does he seem satisfied with the way things have been going between you?”
Mel just stared at her for a moment. “I don’t know. He never says anything.”
“Have you asked him lately?”
“Why should I? As far as he’s concerned, it doesn’t really matter.”
“It probably matters to him.”
“But the terms of the bet…”
“Forget the bet! Look, underneath all his makeup, and underneath the dresses you’ve got him in, and underneath… everything else, he’s still a person. And people have thoughts and feelings. And like it or not, those feeling are important. If you really are afraid of losing him, like you said, then wouldn’t it make sense to find out what he’s thinking? If you’ll remember, we went through this a while back. You said he seemed to be satisfied then. But does he still feel that way now? It doesn’t matter if you’re a professional at that stuff or not. What matters is what each of you think about it! Is it meeting the needs that each of you have? You can’t just assume you know how he feels and you can’t pretend that it doesn’t matter – just because of the silly terms of your bet. You have to talk to him!”
Mel wasn’t sure what to think. “Why can’t you just find out for me when we meet on Thursday night?”
Gloria shook her head. “You’ve got to find out for yourself – personally. And he’s got to know you’re asking about it. He’s got to see that you care!”
“Of course I care! He knows that!”
“Does he?”
“He should!”
“But does he?”
Mel had no true answer.
Chad sat down heavily in his chair the moment he got back from lunch. He ignored the slight stinging pain that erupted in his backside and just let the tingling subside on its own. At least it was feeling a bit better now. He had wolfed down only half of an extra large burger and a few fries during lunch. He only ate half because that’s all he could manage to eat before he got completely full. But at least it wasn’t baby food and at least it was something solid that he could chew and at least it actually tasted pretty good!
He was still fuming over the fact that Cassie had let the receptionist in to see her changing his diapers. In fact, he was fuming over the fact that she had let her help! How could she? But she had… and that was all there was to it he supposed. He dreaded more than ever going back to the gym tomorrow. Even if Cindy didn’t come in to see him get changed tomorrow, she would probably make his life even more unendurable!
Speaking of unendurable… He looked around towards the wall between his cubicle and Robin’s. He could just hear her talking on her phone, probably to her husband. He felt safe enough. He opened up the spreadsheet where he kept his progress for the bet.
He found the row for today’s date and saw that there was still another twenty-four days to go. Today it didn’t feel like that number was dropping very fast at all. He went up to yesterday’s date to fill in how long he had managed to hold back. He paused to think. What should he put there? He wanted to be honest – if only to track his progress seriously – or lack thereof as now seemed to be happening. Yesterday he had put down 18 and a half minutes under last Friday’s date. But yesterday… With a small sigh, he filled in eleven minutes. Eleven minutes and that was all! Horrible! But to be perfectly honest, that was the best he had managed to do yesterday. The weekend had taken way too much of a toll on his system. In fact, yesterday it had taken him quite a while just to even realize when he had to go – before it was coming out of him. Yes, last weekend was not so good.
But today… today was defiantly looking better! He was already up to ten minutes and it was always in the afternoons when he made his most progress. Yes, tomorrow he was sure he would finally be able to post some progress in the right direction again!
The hallway seemed a bit more crowded than usual as Chad and Robin headed toward the break room. Sometimes it got that way. But the extra people didn’t seem to be bothering Chad as much as they used to. He guessed it was because he was getting more and more used to being dressed like he was around everybody… and in truth, mostly, everybody had been fairly accepting. The line for coffee was moderately long. As he waited behind Robin, he glanced around the room, looking for Derek. He didn’t see his friend anywhere – which wasn’t unusual. Derek’s job kept him away from the company often.
Once he got his coffee, he followed Robin back over to the table full of women. For once, as he sat down, he wasn’t the center of attention – or their teasing. In fact, he was mostly ignored as they discussed kids and family problems. Chad really wasn’t all that interested, but he was enjoying the nice quiet break away from stress. That is… till he suddenly felt a hand land on his shoulder and everyone was suddenly silent as they looked up behind him. He turned quickly and saw George standing there.
“Hey Cha… I mean, Sissy. I just wanted to check to see if you and your lady friend are still coming tonight.”
Chad nodded. “As far as I know… I mean definitely. We’ll be there.”
“And you’re still bringing some beer?”
“Yes, we’re planning on it. Is anybody new going to be there?”
George shook his head, “No, just me, you and your friend, Derek, Ray, and Steve.”
Chad nodded, the same list of people. “Okay. No problem. We’ll see you later.”
George just nodded. Then he nodded goodbye to all the women who were watching them. “See you.”
“I’ll bet you’re excited about seeing Derek again later!” Robin teased. “I noticed you looking for him earlier when we came in.”
Things had been going so smoothly before George had walked up. Chad had no doubts that they were about to take a turn for the worse.
“Hey Sissy… Have you thought anymore about what you’re going to wear? Something sexy for Derek?”
Chad just shook his head. And so it begins… again!
Robin ducked her head into Chad’s cubicle as she was leaving for the day. Chad was just shutting down his computer. “Bye Sissy. Have fun tonight.” Then she put a teasing smile on her face. “And I expect to hear all the lurid details tomorrow!”
Chad actually blushed. “Lurid… It’s just a poker game!” But in the back of his mind, he was thinking about all the things that he was sure Mel had planned for him – lurid might be right!
“Sure!” Robin teased. But before she could say anything else, they were interrupted by the sound of Sissy’s cell phone ringing. She watched as he dug it quickly out of his purse. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she saw a slight look of alarm on his face as he looked to see who was calling.
Chad looked up at Robin before he spoke. “Hello?” he said, already knowing full well that it was Mel who was calling. He just couldn’t use his sissy voice with Robin standing there.
“Sissy!” Mel’s voice returned angrily after a slight pause. “Didn’t I beat you bad enough last night for not speaking right?”
Robin was in a hurry – she couldn’t stay to hear more. “I’ve got to go,” she whispered while Sissy was still talking. “See you tomorrow!” And then she hurried away.
Chad returned his attention back to Mel on the phone. As he searched for an appropriate answer, Mel began speaking again. “Who was that?” she asked.
“Robin was just leaving,” he replied softly, this time in his sissy voice since he was now alone. “He was tempted to add that she was leaving to go to the gym, but it was only he who really cared about that problem.”
“Robin again?” Mel had been feeling fairly good all day till now. But she wasn’t about to let Robin spoil things for her now – Chad talking in the wrong voice either. “Listen,” she said to him. “When you get home, get cleaned up. Make sure there’s no nasty hair sticking out anywhere – shave again if you have to – all over! Call me the minute you get ready to put your diaper on. I should be home by then.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chad replied, suppressing a sigh.
“Plan to fix something quick and easy for dinner tonight since we’re going out and we’ve got to get you ready.”
“That should be no problem,” Sissy replied. Get him ready? He noticed that she didn’t include herself in that. Things definitely didn’t sound good for him.
“And Sissy,” Mel continued, “we’ll have to deal with you not speaking correctly once again tonight! Like it or not!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Chad replied again, this time unable to repress his sigh.
Robin hurried into the locker room to change into her workout outfit. The locker room was fairly crowded – and it stunk a bit. But that was so often the case with locker rooms – unfortunately. It wasn’t really her purpose in being at the gym, but she figured that a few questions about something couldn’t hurt. She turned towards several of the women who were dressing nearby. “Have any of you heard anything about the guy who comes here to use the gym at lunchtime every day?”
Most of the women shook their heads. One woman asked if she was serious since this was a women’s only gym. But another one said, “I think I heard something about it, or at least that there was a guy here once. But since I don’t come that early, I really can’t say. You should ask Darla. She might know.”
“Darla?” Robin asked. “Is she here?”
The woman looked around. “I don’t see her yet. But that’s not unusual, she often gets here late.”
Robin didn’t know who Darla was, but she figured it shouldn’t be all that difficult to find out. Once they were in the aerobics room, she positioned herself near the woman who had mentioned her name. She asked the woman if she saw Darla yet. The woman looked around then just shook her head.
If anything, the aerobic workout was even harder on Robin than it had been the week before – even though she was fairly sure that it was mostly the same routines. She was just feeling it more. During the class, she noticed two women who came in late. She hoped one of them was Darla.
At the end of class, Robin was not only sweating and panting hard, she felt positively faint. But she still had the determination to ask the woman which of the newcomers was Darla. The woman looked around but shook her head. “She didn’t show tonight, which is rare for her.”
Robin was too tired to care that much. She was getting nowhere! Well, almost nowhere. At least now she had the name of someone who would know something.
Friday, June 24, 2011
The Bet - Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 2 of 8)
The Bet
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 2 of 8)
Mel sat back in one of the chairs just outside of the room where she and one of her clients would be meeting with the judge. The meeting had been postponed for a short while till the judge would be ready. Her client had wandered off to use the rest room while he still had the chance. The opposing client and his lawyer were further down the hall talking. Mel had nothing better to do than to sit back for a while and wait.
But instead of concentrating on her client’s needs, her mind wandered instead to the upcoming poker game that night… and Chad. But this time she wasn’t really thinking about why she wanted him to go to the game, or why she should want to go either. She really had no idea as to the answers to those questions. So instead, she tried to concentrate on how she could make Chad’s evening more… memorable? Or exciting? Or fun? Or perhaps – just plain outrageous.
A few thoughts came to mind, but mostly she kept going back over the things he had told her in the restaurant last Friday – things he had been very worried about. As she went over each item from his list in her mind, she had to control herself to keep from laughing out loud as she pictured each thing that he had mentioned. They were all great ideas. But really, should she use them? They certainly were funny. And they would certainly be memorable – for everyone. And they would certainly be exciting. And they were without a doubt – outrageous!
She tried to imagine how he would look sitting at the poker table drinking from a baby bottle while everyone else was drinking from beer bottles. Now that really would be hysterical! She already had him using bottles in all the public restaurants. This wouldn’t be that much different.
And then there was his adorable little pink baby dress. Little was right! There was certainly no way he could hide his diapers with that on! And finally… the word would be out about him and he wouldn’t be trying to hide anymore!
And from there, he would no longer have any excuse at all for not using his sissy voice all the time – even at work. And she definitely planned to make him use it at the game later. Everyone was going to know! He would have no way of denying his sissy state at all. And presto! No more excuses from him – and consequently, no more trouble! Problem solved!
A clerk poked her head out the door and motioned that it was time for them to enter. She glanced up the hall to see her client just coming back – perfect timing. With a broad smile still on her face she went into the meeting. She already knew what the outcome would be. She had warned her client. She knew that the opposing lawyer knew what it would be too, yet both clients wanted to try to get more.
Both sides presented their arguments for getting everything… and then the bargaining began. It was a long and tedious dance, but for the client’s sake, necessary. Of course, the additional billing time she would charge wasn’t all that bad either. One item after another was put on the table, argued over, then removed. Over and over again she consulted quietly with her client, just as the opposing lawyer did, trying to get the client to accept the solution. Tempers flared between the clients and both lawyers had to calm them down. Near the end, they had agreed on most of it – an agreement built on compromise after compromise. But still the clients wouldn’t agree on the final outcome.
In the end, the judge finally stepped in and made one final decision and ordered both parties to just live with it – like it or not. Mel did her best to console her client, the opposing lawyer did the same. At one point she privately caught the eye of the opposing lawyer, it was obvious that they both agreed with the judge, but they were representing their clients so the meeting had to go as it did. Compromise after compromise. And in the end, the judge had decreed one more final compromise. But as happened so often in her profession, compromise was the name of the game.
She left the meeting feeling tired and wasted. Not at all ready to go back to her office and dig into more. She made a mental note to look for ways to charge her client a bit more for the extra effort.
She got back into her car and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She punched in Andrea’s number and was rewarded to hear her assistant answer the phone promptly. “Hi Andrea, it’s me. Is there anything pressing going on there that I need to get back before lunch?”
“Nothing that I can see,” Andrea replied, already knowing exactly what was on Mel’s schedule.
“Good. I’m going to go shopping for a bit, then have lunch with Gloria. I’ll see you after that.”
“Good enough, Mel. I’ll hold the fort here.”
Mel chuckled. “Like always,” she replied before closing her phone. She started her car and headed out towards the mall and parked near one of the nicer major clothing outlets. Once inside, she wandered casually around the various sections of the store, looking at this and that. Finally, she stopped in one aisle and stared at the display for a moment. Perfect! It would be just what she needed – that is, if they had something else to go with it. That something else turned out to be fairly easy to find.
“Hey Sissy,” one of the women in the break room started, even before he had reached the table with his coffee, “did you ever work out that problem with your friend Mel that you were talking about yesterday?”
Chad was surprised that the woman would even remember. He was tempted to tell her that he wasn’t the one who had been discussing it, everyone else was – even though it was his problem and he had told them it wasn’t a problem. Women! “It really wasn’t a problem,” he repeated again.
“So what was it?” another woman asked as she too sat down.
“Nothing,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.
“Oh come on! It had to be something or we wouldn’t have been talking about it yesterday. What was it that you couldn’t do?”
Chad shook his head. “I’m not going to talk about it!” he repeated.
“Even though it’s not really a problem?” someone asked. She looked over at the woman next to her. “Sure sounds like a problem to me – he’s just being stubborn!”
“You got that right, girl!” her friend replied.
“Hey,” another woman called, “Are you still going out with Derek tonight?”
Chad was flabbergasted. “I’m not going out with Derek!” he replied testily. “Where’d you get that idea?”
“Well, excuse me,” the woman replied. “I thought someone said that you and he were going somewhere tonight.”
Chad shook his head. “No… well… It’s just a poker game – and we’re not going together! We’re just going to be there at the same time, that’s all.”
“Oh.” The woman said as if she really understood. “So are you two going to be getting together?”
Chad was more than shocked. “Get together? You mean Derek and I?”
“Well, yeah. You do hang with him don’t you? And you are going somewhere tonight – even if you’re not going together. I mean, you’re dressing like a woman, and he’s a man and… You know. Get the picture?”
Unfortunately, Chad totally got the picture. Women! Where did they come up with these things? “No! Derek and I are not – getting together – as you put it. We’re just friends. He’s been my friend for a long time. And that’s it!”
“I was just asking, that’s all,” the woman replied half heartedly.
Chad just couldn’t believe it. Women! Where did they come up with these things?
Chad rarely approached the door to the gym without feeling at least some measure of trepidation and today was no different. But as he opened the door this time, he couldn’t help but notice the overly excited look on the receptionist’s face as he walked in. He immediately began to worry, if only because she seemed to enjoy teasing him so much. He immediately became a lot less worried though as he saw Cassie standing nearby.
“Hi Sissy,” the receptionist said cheerily.
Chad wondered if her greeting sounded overly cheerful. He tried to ignore her since Cassie was right there. He dropped his required curtsey to Cassie and said hello to her in his sissy voice.
Cassie’s face immediately turned from pleasant to annoyed. “That wasn’t very nice!” she scolded. “You completely ignored Cindy’s very pleasant greeting. Now say hello to her before we go any further – and tell her you’re sorry while you’re at it!”
There was just no use trying to avoid it – he should have realized that from the start. He dropped another curtsey for the receptionist and said hello then apologized for ignoring her. He did it all in his sissy voice because he knew that if he didn’t she would only complain and he’d have to do it again.
“He really is so sweet,” Cindy said excitedly to Cassie.
Cassie just sighed. “Sometimes, Cindy. Sometimes.” She turned to Chad. “Let’s get you going.” This time, she let him lead the way towards the back. But before she turned the corner out of sight, she paused and looked back toward Cindy. She held up her hand with all five fingers extended. Cindy nodded, knowing exactly what Cassie was telling her – five minutes.
Back in the room, Chad got undressed while Cassie dug into his diaper bag. She pulled out one of his baby bottles, two fresh diapers, his jar of suppositories, some wipes and a plastic bag to put his used diapers into. She quickly slit the outer lining of one of the new diapers she pulled out so it could let the overflow pass into the other diaper that would be put over it. By that time, Chad was finally down to just his bra covering his glued on breast forms, his waist cincher, and the plastic panties covering his diapers. She waited till he laid down on the floor, then she handed him his baby bottle to start nursing on.
As soon as she saw him contentedly drinking from his bottle, she got to her feet instead of pulling down his plastic panties. She saw him look up questioningly. “Just keep drinking that thing,” she told him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chad went back to nursing happily on the bottle, but that didn’t last long as he realized that Cassie had just opened the door. He looked up and saw her moving back away from the door and just as quickly, someone else was coming in – the receptionist! Cindy! “Cassie, what are you doing?”
“Hush!” Cassie replied quickly as the door was closed again. “Mel left this totally up to me, and as far as I can see, you don’t really have any say in the matter.”
“But…”
“I said hush! Now go back to drinking your bottle.”
Cindy was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle her laughter. He was laying there drinking a baby bottle – like a baby, with his diapers fully on display. Never mind the totally incongruous bra and waist cincher. They could easily be overlooked. “A bottle?” she exclaimed the moment she could get past her surprise. “He’s drinking from a baby bottle?”
“What did you expect?” Cassie asked as she again knelt down next to Chad to begin working on him. She noticed that Chad was still so shocked he hadn’t put the bottle back into his mouth. She reached up and guided it back towards his head. “You better keep drinking that or we’ll never get out of here,” she told him.
Chad barely realized that he was putting the bottle back into his mouth to begin drinking from it again. He just couldn’t believe it! Cindy! The receptionist! Here! Where he was getting changed! Why had Cassie agreed to this? It wasn’t right! His attention was suddenly torn partially from the fact that Cindy was watching as he felt Cassie pulling his plastic panties down his legs. And now Cindy was going to see him getting changed too! Was Cassie going to let her see everything? He was suddenly very worried about that!
Cassie pulled the plastic panties off of him, then reached up and grabbed one of the tapes holding his outer diaper closed. With more flair than usual, she pulled the tape up. The rest of the tapes on that diaper went exactly the same way.
Cindy actually held her breath as she watched Cassie pulling up the tapes from his diaper. She watched even more raptly as Cassie casually pulled the diaper back between his legs. And then she was hugely shocked to see a second diaper underneath! “Another one?” she asked.
“Sure! He can’t go all morning with just one diaper. I’m surprised he doesn’t start leaking before he gets here.” Cassie reached for one of the tapes, then stopped. “Why don’t you remove this one,” she said to Cindy with a wicked grin on her face.
Chad didn’t even think before he began complaining again. “But Cassie…”
“Hush!” Cassie ordered once again. “Which one of us is laying here drinking from a bottle like a baby? Which one of us is here to have their very wet diapers changed – like a baby? And which one of us is actually the real adult here? Do you think a baby should have any say in the matter?” Without waiting for an answer, she reached up and once again guided his bottle back to his mouth. Then she turned back to Cindy. “Okay, go ahead.”
Cindy was actually giggling – even more so after Cassie had finished telling him off. Excitedly, she reached out to grab one of the tapes, but she stopped her hand short. “Eww! He looks awfully wet! I’m not going to get any of that on my hand am I?”
Cassie just shrugged. “Probably not – but maybe. The tapes should be dry, well mostly dry. You probably should wash your hands after this anyway.”
Cindy plucked up her courage and grabbed one of the tapes. With a fairly hard tug, she ripped it open. She looked up at Cassie. “Not so bad.” One by one, she pulled the remaining tapes. “Now what?” she asked.
“Now you pull the front of his diaper down like I did the first one.
Chad, baby bottle in mouth, was doing his very best to lay still and ignore what they were doing down there – which was proving to be impossible. He still couldn’t believe that Cassie had allowed this girl to be back here with them – let alone help. But here she was!
Cindy reached out with two fingers and almost gingerly grabbed the very edge of the top of his diaper. Carefully and slowly she pulled it up and then down toward his legs. Then she dropped it with another huge shock. She stared and stared, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Is that… I mean, isn’t that a… God! And it’s got a lock on it too!”
Cassie just smiled. “That’s to keep him from playing with himself.”
“Does it work?”
“What do you think?”
Cindy was still too shocked to answer. Finally she asked, “Can I touch it?”
“Go ahead.”
Cindy reached out her finger carefully and just barely touched the plastic casing around his penis with the very tip of her fingernail. She quickly pulled it away again. Then, hesitantly, she reached out with the same fingernail and tapped on it a few times. “Huh!” she grunted.
As she was doing that, Cassie noticed something that Cindy wouldn’t have. His trapped penis inside the device was definitely a bit bigger than usual. Not a lot, but it was definitely bigger. She looked up toward Chad’s face. His eyes were open wide as if from fright, he appeared to be drinking from his bottle mindlessly but furiously, and… was that a look of pain registering on his face? She remembered the tiny teeth inside the device, designed to give him pain any time he got hard. Yes, he was probably in pain. How much, she didn’t know. She reached out and grabbed his chastity device with her fingers and shook it back and forth a bit. No further reaction from him. “Here,” she said to Cindy, “grab it like this and shake it a bit.”
“Uh… Are you sure?” Cindy asked tentatively.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not going to bite you!” Cassie didn’t add that if Chad got any harder, then the device would definitely be ‘biting’ him. She watched as Cindy lightly grabbed the device and moved it from side to side a little bit. “Harder!” she coaxed. “Pull on it if you want.”
Cindy wasn’t at all sure about what she was doing, but she grabbed the device more firmly and started moving it all around. Then she began pulling lightly on it as if she was going to pull it off of him. When the device refused to come off, she began pulling harder – and harder!
Cassie saw the pain registering in Chad’s face. He had stopped nursing on his bottle even though it was still in his mouth. Suddenly the pain must have increased because he gulped in a quick breath and his body seemed to jerk a bit. “That’s enough!” she said quickly to Cindy. She looked down at what Cindy was doing and just caught a glimpse of how hard she must have been pulling on his device.
Cindy shook her head. “I didn’t come off! I pulled pretty hard, but it really didn’t budge at all!”
“That’s the whole point,” Cassie replied. “What would be the use of locking it on him if he can get it off?”
Cindy said nothing. She just continued to stare at his chastity covered penis. She had seen very few naked men in her life and never once imagined anything like this.
“I think it’s time for you to get back out front now,” Cassie reminded her. “I’ve got to finish up with him.”
Cindy rose to her feet, still staring at his plastic enclosed penis. “Thanks Cassie. That was… incredible!”
“Did you have to do that?” Chad asked, as soon as Cindy was gone.
“Do what?” Cassie asked as she began wiping the front of him off.
“Let her in here.”
“I told you before, I don’t see where you have any say in the matter!” She paused before she asked. “Did she hurt you?”
“Yeah! When she pulled so hard on that thing it hurt a lot!”
“I think you were hurting a bit even before she started pulling.” When Chad made no reply, she leaned a bit closer to his head. “So it turns you on to have strangers see you like this?”
“It’s embarrassing!” Chad replied with a hint of anger.
Cassie just smiled. “Which means it turns you on.”
A moment later, she asked him to roll over so she could work on his backside. The minute she could see his backside though, she got quite a surprise. “Somebody’s been naughty!” she exclaimed. “That’s not diaper rash – for sure!” When Chad still remained silent, she reached out and touched the red area of his bottom – no real reaction. She grabbed a wipe and wiped him clean, noting as she did so that he defiantly registered pain from the cloth scrubbing his skin.
She poured a healthy amount of baby lotion into her hands and began rubbing it very cautiously onto his bottom. Chad jumped at the cold lotion touching him at first, but otherwise, he endured it fairly well. “Would you rather skip the other play?” she asked him.
That was usually the part of this that Chad liked the best. But somehow, he really wasn’t in the mood for it at all today – probably because of Cindy. “Can we skip it?” Chad asked.
“We can if you like,” Cassie replied and reached for the jar of suppositories. It was Tuesday, one of the new days he was supposed to actually get one. She saw Chad starting to roll back over. “Uh, uh!” she grunted, stopping him where he was. “We’ve got one other little matter to take care of first. Don’t forget these things,” she said as she held the jar up near his head. With more show than usual, she opened the jar and pulled one out, making sure that he knew she actually had one. She saw him look away, not wanting to see it at all – which was really just fine with her. Since she hadn’t played with his backside before hand, pushing the little thing up inside of him was a bit more difficult than usual, but really not all that hard. “There! All done,” she said, sounding very satisfied.
Chad rolled back over onto his back and picked up his baby bottle again to finish it. Would the humiliations ever stop? No, he was sure of that answer. They wouldn’t stop till he could win the bet. And if he didn’t win? He didn’t even want to think about that!
by Karen Singer
Chapter 39 (Tuesday – week 6 Part 2 of 8)
Mel sat back in one of the chairs just outside of the room where she and one of her clients would be meeting with the judge. The meeting had been postponed for a short while till the judge would be ready. Her client had wandered off to use the rest room while he still had the chance. The opposing client and his lawyer were further down the hall talking. Mel had nothing better to do than to sit back for a while and wait.
But instead of concentrating on her client’s needs, her mind wandered instead to the upcoming poker game that night… and Chad. But this time she wasn’t really thinking about why she wanted him to go to the game, or why she should want to go either. She really had no idea as to the answers to those questions. So instead, she tried to concentrate on how she could make Chad’s evening more… memorable? Or exciting? Or fun? Or perhaps – just plain outrageous.
A few thoughts came to mind, but mostly she kept going back over the things he had told her in the restaurant last Friday – things he had been very worried about. As she went over each item from his list in her mind, she had to control herself to keep from laughing out loud as she pictured each thing that he had mentioned. They were all great ideas. But really, should she use them? They certainly were funny. And they would certainly be memorable – for everyone. And they would certainly be exciting. And they were without a doubt – outrageous!
She tried to imagine how he would look sitting at the poker table drinking from a baby bottle while everyone else was drinking from beer bottles. Now that really would be hysterical! She already had him using bottles in all the public restaurants. This wouldn’t be that much different.
And then there was his adorable little pink baby dress. Little was right! There was certainly no way he could hide his diapers with that on! And finally… the word would be out about him and he wouldn’t be trying to hide anymore!
And from there, he would no longer have any excuse at all for not using his sissy voice all the time – even at work. And she definitely planned to make him use it at the game later. Everyone was going to know! He would have no way of denying his sissy state at all. And presto! No more excuses from him – and consequently, no more trouble! Problem solved!
A clerk poked her head out the door and motioned that it was time for them to enter. She glanced up the hall to see her client just coming back – perfect timing. With a broad smile still on her face she went into the meeting. She already knew what the outcome would be. She had warned her client. She knew that the opposing lawyer knew what it would be too, yet both clients wanted to try to get more.
Both sides presented their arguments for getting everything… and then the bargaining began. It was a long and tedious dance, but for the client’s sake, necessary. Of course, the additional billing time she would charge wasn’t all that bad either. One item after another was put on the table, argued over, then removed. Over and over again she consulted quietly with her client, just as the opposing lawyer did, trying to get the client to accept the solution. Tempers flared between the clients and both lawyers had to calm them down. Near the end, they had agreed on most of it – an agreement built on compromise after compromise. But still the clients wouldn’t agree on the final outcome.
In the end, the judge finally stepped in and made one final decision and ordered both parties to just live with it – like it or not. Mel did her best to console her client, the opposing lawyer did the same. At one point she privately caught the eye of the opposing lawyer, it was obvious that they both agreed with the judge, but they were representing their clients so the meeting had to go as it did. Compromise after compromise. And in the end, the judge had decreed one more final compromise. But as happened so often in her profession, compromise was the name of the game.
She left the meeting feeling tired and wasted. Not at all ready to go back to her office and dig into more. She made a mental note to look for ways to charge her client a bit more for the extra effort.
She got back into her car and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She punched in Andrea’s number and was rewarded to hear her assistant answer the phone promptly. “Hi Andrea, it’s me. Is there anything pressing going on there that I need to get back before lunch?”
“Nothing that I can see,” Andrea replied, already knowing exactly what was on Mel’s schedule.
“Good. I’m going to go shopping for a bit, then have lunch with Gloria. I’ll see you after that.”
“Good enough, Mel. I’ll hold the fort here.”
Mel chuckled. “Like always,” she replied before closing her phone. She started her car and headed out towards the mall and parked near one of the nicer major clothing outlets. Once inside, she wandered casually around the various sections of the store, looking at this and that. Finally, she stopped in one aisle and stared at the display for a moment. Perfect! It would be just what she needed – that is, if they had something else to go with it. That something else turned out to be fairly easy to find.
“Hey Sissy,” one of the women in the break room started, even before he had reached the table with his coffee, “did you ever work out that problem with your friend Mel that you were talking about yesterday?”
Chad was surprised that the woman would even remember. He was tempted to tell her that he wasn’t the one who had been discussing it, everyone else was – even though it was his problem and he had told them it wasn’t a problem. Women! “It really wasn’t a problem,” he repeated again.
“So what was it?” another woman asked as she too sat down.
“Nothing,” he replied with a small wave of his hand.
“Oh come on! It had to be something or we wouldn’t have been talking about it yesterday. What was it that you couldn’t do?”
Chad shook his head. “I’m not going to talk about it!” he repeated.
“Even though it’s not really a problem?” someone asked. She looked over at the woman next to her. “Sure sounds like a problem to me – he’s just being stubborn!”
“You got that right, girl!” her friend replied.
“Hey,” another woman called, “Are you still going out with Derek tonight?”
Chad was flabbergasted. “I’m not going out with Derek!” he replied testily. “Where’d you get that idea?”
“Well, excuse me,” the woman replied. “I thought someone said that you and he were going somewhere tonight.”
Chad shook his head. “No… well… It’s just a poker game – and we’re not going together! We’re just going to be there at the same time, that’s all.”
“Oh.” The woman said as if she really understood. “So are you two going to be getting together?”
Chad was more than shocked. “Get together? You mean Derek and I?”
“Well, yeah. You do hang with him don’t you? And you are going somewhere tonight – even if you’re not going together. I mean, you’re dressing like a woman, and he’s a man and… You know. Get the picture?”
Unfortunately, Chad totally got the picture. Women! Where did they come up with these things? “No! Derek and I are not – getting together – as you put it. We’re just friends. He’s been my friend for a long time. And that’s it!”
“I was just asking, that’s all,” the woman replied half heartedly.
Chad just couldn’t believe it. Women! Where did they come up with these things?
Chad rarely approached the door to the gym without feeling at least some measure of trepidation and today was no different. But as he opened the door this time, he couldn’t help but notice the overly excited look on the receptionist’s face as he walked in. He immediately began to worry, if only because she seemed to enjoy teasing him so much. He immediately became a lot less worried though as he saw Cassie standing nearby.
“Hi Sissy,” the receptionist said cheerily.
Chad wondered if her greeting sounded overly cheerful. He tried to ignore her since Cassie was right there. He dropped his required curtsey to Cassie and said hello to her in his sissy voice.
Cassie’s face immediately turned from pleasant to annoyed. “That wasn’t very nice!” she scolded. “You completely ignored Cindy’s very pleasant greeting. Now say hello to her before we go any further – and tell her you’re sorry while you’re at it!”
There was just no use trying to avoid it – he should have realized that from the start. He dropped another curtsey for the receptionist and said hello then apologized for ignoring her. He did it all in his sissy voice because he knew that if he didn’t she would only complain and he’d have to do it again.
“He really is so sweet,” Cindy said excitedly to Cassie.
Cassie just sighed. “Sometimes, Cindy. Sometimes.” She turned to Chad. “Let’s get you going.” This time, she let him lead the way towards the back. But before she turned the corner out of sight, she paused and looked back toward Cindy. She held up her hand with all five fingers extended. Cindy nodded, knowing exactly what Cassie was telling her – five minutes.
Back in the room, Chad got undressed while Cassie dug into his diaper bag. She pulled out one of his baby bottles, two fresh diapers, his jar of suppositories, some wipes and a plastic bag to put his used diapers into. She quickly slit the outer lining of one of the new diapers she pulled out so it could let the overflow pass into the other diaper that would be put over it. By that time, Chad was finally down to just his bra covering his glued on breast forms, his waist cincher, and the plastic panties covering his diapers. She waited till he laid down on the floor, then she handed him his baby bottle to start nursing on.
As soon as she saw him contentedly drinking from his bottle, she got to her feet instead of pulling down his plastic panties. She saw him look up questioningly. “Just keep drinking that thing,” she told him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chad went back to nursing happily on the bottle, but that didn’t last long as he realized that Cassie had just opened the door. He looked up and saw her moving back away from the door and just as quickly, someone else was coming in – the receptionist! Cindy! “Cassie, what are you doing?”
“Hush!” Cassie replied quickly as the door was closed again. “Mel left this totally up to me, and as far as I can see, you don’t really have any say in the matter.”
“But…”
“I said hush! Now go back to drinking your bottle.”
Cindy was trying, unsuccessfully, to stifle her laughter. He was laying there drinking a baby bottle – like a baby, with his diapers fully on display. Never mind the totally incongruous bra and waist cincher. They could easily be overlooked. “A bottle?” she exclaimed the moment she could get past her surprise. “He’s drinking from a baby bottle?”
“What did you expect?” Cassie asked as she again knelt down next to Chad to begin working on him. She noticed that Chad was still so shocked he hadn’t put the bottle back into his mouth. She reached up and guided it back towards his head. “You better keep drinking that or we’ll never get out of here,” she told him.
Chad barely realized that he was putting the bottle back into his mouth to begin drinking from it again. He just couldn’t believe it! Cindy! The receptionist! Here! Where he was getting changed! Why had Cassie agreed to this? It wasn’t right! His attention was suddenly torn partially from the fact that Cindy was watching as he felt Cassie pulling his plastic panties down his legs. And now Cindy was going to see him getting changed too! Was Cassie going to let her see everything? He was suddenly very worried about that!
Cassie pulled the plastic panties off of him, then reached up and grabbed one of the tapes holding his outer diaper closed. With more flair than usual, she pulled the tape up. The rest of the tapes on that diaper went exactly the same way.
Cindy actually held her breath as she watched Cassie pulling up the tapes from his diaper. She watched even more raptly as Cassie casually pulled the diaper back between his legs. And then she was hugely shocked to see a second diaper underneath! “Another one?” she asked.
“Sure! He can’t go all morning with just one diaper. I’m surprised he doesn’t start leaking before he gets here.” Cassie reached for one of the tapes, then stopped. “Why don’t you remove this one,” she said to Cindy with a wicked grin on her face.
Chad didn’t even think before he began complaining again. “But Cassie…”
“Hush!” Cassie ordered once again. “Which one of us is laying here drinking from a bottle like a baby? Which one of us is here to have their very wet diapers changed – like a baby? And which one of us is actually the real adult here? Do you think a baby should have any say in the matter?” Without waiting for an answer, she reached up and once again guided his bottle back to his mouth. Then she turned back to Cindy. “Okay, go ahead.”
Cindy was actually giggling – even more so after Cassie had finished telling him off. Excitedly, she reached out to grab one of the tapes, but she stopped her hand short. “Eww! He looks awfully wet! I’m not going to get any of that on my hand am I?”
Cassie just shrugged. “Probably not – but maybe. The tapes should be dry, well mostly dry. You probably should wash your hands after this anyway.”
Cindy plucked up her courage and grabbed one of the tapes. With a fairly hard tug, she ripped it open. She looked up at Cassie. “Not so bad.” One by one, she pulled the remaining tapes. “Now what?” she asked.
“Now you pull the front of his diaper down like I did the first one.
Chad, baby bottle in mouth, was doing his very best to lay still and ignore what they were doing down there – which was proving to be impossible. He still couldn’t believe that Cassie had allowed this girl to be back here with them – let alone help. But here she was!
Cindy reached out with two fingers and almost gingerly grabbed the very edge of the top of his diaper. Carefully and slowly she pulled it up and then down toward his legs. Then she dropped it with another huge shock. She stared and stared, but she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Is that… I mean, isn’t that a… God! And it’s got a lock on it too!”
Cassie just smiled. “That’s to keep him from playing with himself.”
“Does it work?”
“What do you think?”
Cindy was still too shocked to answer. Finally she asked, “Can I touch it?”
“Go ahead.”
Cindy reached out her finger carefully and just barely touched the plastic casing around his penis with the very tip of her fingernail. She quickly pulled it away again. Then, hesitantly, she reached out with the same fingernail and tapped on it a few times. “Huh!” she grunted.
As she was doing that, Cassie noticed something that Cindy wouldn’t have. His trapped penis inside the device was definitely a bit bigger than usual. Not a lot, but it was definitely bigger. She looked up toward Chad’s face. His eyes were open wide as if from fright, he appeared to be drinking from his bottle mindlessly but furiously, and… was that a look of pain registering on his face? She remembered the tiny teeth inside the device, designed to give him pain any time he got hard. Yes, he was probably in pain. How much, she didn’t know. She reached out and grabbed his chastity device with her fingers and shook it back and forth a bit. No further reaction from him. “Here,” she said to Cindy, “grab it like this and shake it a bit.”
“Uh… Are you sure?” Cindy asked tentatively.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not going to bite you!” Cassie didn’t add that if Chad got any harder, then the device would definitely be ‘biting’ him. She watched as Cindy lightly grabbed the device and moved it from side to side a little bit. “Harder!” she coaxed. “Pull on it if you want.”
Cindy wasn’t at all sure about what she was doing, but she grabbed the device more firmly and started moving it all around. Then she began pulling lightly on it as if she was going to pull it off of him. When the device refused to come off, she began pulling harder – and harder!
Cassie saw the pain registering in Chad’s face. He had stopped nursing on his bottle even though it was still in his mouth. Suddenly the pain must have increased because he gulped in a quick breath and his body seemed to jerk a bit. “That’s enough!” she said quickly to Cindy. She looked down at what Cindy was doing and just caught a glimpse of how hard she must have been pulling on his device.
Cindy shook her head. “I didn’t come off! I pulled pretty hard, but it really didn’t budge at all!”
“That’s the whole point,” Cassie replied. “What would be the use of locking it on him if he can get it off?”
Cindy said nothing. She just continued to stare at his chastity covered penis. She had seen very few naked men in her life and never once imagined anything like this.
“I think it’s time for you to get back out front now,” Cassie reminded her. “I’ve got to finish up with him.”
Cindy rose to her feet, still staring at his plastic enclosed penis. “Thanks Cassie. That was… incredible!”
“Did you have to do that?” Chad asked, as soon as Cindy was gone.
“Do what?” Cassie asked as she began wiping the front of him off.
“Let her in here.”
“I told you before, I don’t see where you have any say in the matter!” She paused before she asked. “Did she hurt you?”
“Yeah! When she pulled so hard on that thing it hurt a lot!”
“I think you were hurting a bit even before she started pulling.” When Chad made no reply, she leaned a bit closer to his head. “So it turns you on to have strangers see you like this?”
“It’s embarrassing!” Chad replied with a hint of anger.
Cassie just smiled. “Which means it turns you on.”
A moment later, she asked him to roll over so she could work on his backside. The minute she could see his backside though, she got quite a surprise. “Somebody’s been naughty!” she exclaimed. “That’s not diaper rash – for sure!” When Chad still remained silent, she reached out and touched the red area of his bottom – no real reaction. She grabbed a wipe and wiped him clean, noting as she did so that he defiantly registered pain from the cloth scrubbing his skin.
She poured a healthy amount of baby lotion into her hands and began rubbing it very cautiously onto his bottom. Chad jumped at the cold lotion touching him at first, but otherwise, he endured it fairly well. “Would you rather skip the other play?” she asked him.
That was usually the part of this that Chad liked the best. But somehow, he really wasn’t in the mood for it at all today – probably because of Cindy. “Can we skip it?” Chad asked.
“We can if you like,” Cassie replied and reached for the jar of suppositories. It was Tuesday, one of the new days he was supposed to actually get one. She saw Chad starting to roll back over. “Uh, uh!” she grunted, stopping him where he was. “We’ve got one other little matter to take care of first. Don’t forget these things,” she said as she held the jar up near his head. With more show than usual, she opened the jar and pulled one out, making sure that he knew she actually had one. She saw him look away, not wanting to see it at all – which was really just fine with her. Since she hadn’t played with his backside before hand, pushing the little thing up inside of him was a bit more difficult than usual, but really not all that hard. “There! All done,” she said, sounding very satisfied.
Chad rolled back over onto his back and picked up his baby bottle again to finish it. Would the humiliations ever stop? No, he was sure of that answer. They wouldn’t stop till he could win the bet. And if he didn’t win? He didn’t even want to think about that!
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