Mommies and Daddies

Chapter 50 We had a quick bite at a simple diner. Mommy had a tuna melt and I just had a grilled cheese sandwich. In the car on the way home, I finally said it. I took a deep breath and said quietly, “Doctor K is right Mommy. I… I really want to be in diapers. I can’t explain why, but… but I feel safe. Like how you make me feel safe when you hold my hand.” Mommy glanced at me as the headlights of a passing car lit her face. Then, like that classic line from the movie, all she said in that soft voice of hers was, “… I know.” … She put me in a onesie that night. Laying in her lap on the sofa, she was about to feed me my bottle when I asked, “You’re really going to try actual breastfeeding me?” She tilted her head and I felt her hand with my bottle come to rest on my chest. She looked at me and asked, “Would you mind? It’s something… I don’t know, just something I’ve always wondered about.” I shrugged a little so she went on, “Tom… I found out a few years ago that I can’t have a baby. Since then I’ve… well… you know. I’ve become a bit obsessed with having someone that I can love and take care of and baby them forever.” I nodded and grinned a little as I teased her, “Yeah? I’ve sort of noticed that about you.” She stuck her tongue out at me, “Pbbbttt.” Then she rubbed her hand holding my bottle across my chest adding, “Don’t get smart. I think I left your paddle on the kitchen counter.” When she saw my face react to that, she laughed and gently pushed my bottle to my lips saying, “Now be a good baby for Mommy, make it all gone.” Later that night in bed, she offered me her nipple and I gently took it. It was as if the weight of the world had lifted from our minds, we both have come to grips with our feelings and each other and we happily fell asleep. … This dream seemed different. I was nursing at Mommy’s breast as she gently held my cock. It didn’t hurt, nor feel desperate. But it reminded me that it belonged to Mommy. Just as her nipples belonged to me. Each having a part of the other, sharing and giving to the other. I felt her lips kiss my head and her arm holding my shoulders. But then I stirred and realized, it wasn’t a dream. The room was slowly getting lighter as the morning broke. It wasn’t a dream this time, it was real. I felt her warm breast pressed against my lips, my tongue holding her nipple gently in my mouth, and my cock gently twitched inside its ‘little house’. As I pulled my face away, she whispered, “Good morning sweetie.” I stretched and smiled. As I rolled onto my back, she squirmed close and propped up on one elbow, placing her other arm on my chest. She grinned at me and said, “So… after sucking on it all night, I guess this means you won’t mind trying out breastfeeding?” I felt my face redden a little and whispered, “Yes, you know I love your boobs.” She giggled and rolled over to get out of bed. As she raised her arms to take off her maternity nightgown, she headed to the bathroom saying, “Good. I still need to read over that literature, but right now I have to pee.” I lifted my arms and put my hands behind my head as I stared up at the ceiling. But then my tummy rumbled and I knew I would need that same toilet soon. It is becoming more regular I suppose. Could be worse I guess. I’m not straining as much, and Mommy doesn’t ‘clean me out’ with an enema very often. Another rumble and I called out to Mommy, “You better hurry Mommy, or something might happen that we both don’t like.” I heard a flush and she strolled back into the room. As she headed to her dresser to find something to wear, she commented, “All yours sweetie. When you’re done going boomboom, take a shower. And use the air freshener after you’ve finished.” After doing my ‘business’, I turned on the shower. As I stepped in, I wondered… Will the water rust the lock?? It’s been wet several times now with pee… Surely just a day or two won’t… That vision of a hacksaw within millimeters of my cock flashed before my eyes again. So even though the warm water felt nice, and rubbing the loofa over my bottom felt nice, I didn’t take too long. Besides, Mommy always says ‘no playing in the shower’. Not that I could do anything, I figured it best not to get too worked up. And maybe I should dry things off in case it does start to rust. I walked naked back to the bedroom. She was fully dressed and sitting at her vanity as the ‘clack clack clack’ of the tiny padlock bouncing against my little house announced each step. She looked at me in her mirror and chuckled, “Sounds like someone has ‘belled the cat’ as they say. It’s rather noisy without a diaper. I could probably hear that from the kitchen.” I reached down and held the small lock and my caged cock. In my defense I just said meekly, “Well you could do something about it if it bothers you.” She stood up and turned to face me, smiling. As she walked towards me, she spoke, “Yes, I suppose there is something I could do. I could muffle it with a diaper. Lay down sweetie and I’ll take care of it.” Sigh… another day wearing it. This will be day four… But I know what happens if I whine or beg… Just trust her. Soon I was diapered. But when Mommy reached into the closet, I blushed when she took out my yellow dress. As she approached with it, she simply said, “Sit up sweetie, so Mommy can get you dressed for the day.” “Mommy? That’s a dress…” “Tsk, of course it is silly. A pretty dress for my baby girl,” was all she said as she took it from the hanger and started to gather it to slip over my head. “But… but what if I don’t want to be Tammy today? It’s not Sunday Mommy,” I weakly protested. But even I could hear in my voice that it was only half-hearted. As she slipped it over my head and helped put my left arm through the sleeve, she stated rather matter-of-fact, “Well… girls don’t have a peepee. And it seems neither do you. So… Mommy’s going to dress you like a pretty little girl today.” Don’t have a peepee?!? But… but it’s just that… After getting my second arm through its sleeve, she tugged my wrists to stand up and turn around. As I felt her fingers starting to button the back, I pouted and let out a petulant, “Only cuz Mommy won’t let it out.” She let it go and kept fastening buttons. Then she found the matching plastic baby panties and had me step into them. Finally, she sat me at her vanity while she dug through the dresser to find my yellow ‘ducky’ socks and the yellow bonnet. Soon I was watching in the mirror as Mommy applied something called ‘blusher’ and my cheeks took on a pinkish hue. Breakfast was nothing more than a slice of toast and a sippy cup of juice as I sat across from Mommy. I earned myself a “Good Girl!” from Mommy when I remembered to use two hands with my sippy cup. When I asked if I could have some coffee, Mommy just shook her head as she swallowed the last of her cup. As she stood up, she commented, “Nu, I don’t think so sweetie. The caffeine will just make Tammy tinkle all morning.” After she rinsed out her own cup, she waved for me to “come give Mommy a hug now… then it’s off to work for both of us.” After a hug, she walked me to the front hall and gave my pink cheek a kiss. She simply said, “Now have a good day sweetie. Mommy will be home a little early this afternoon.” Then she turned me to face the stairs and gave my bottom a pat. By the time I got to the top step, I heard the garage door opening as Mommy left. … I tried to concentrate on work, but my thoughts kept wandering: She knows I don’t really mind playing ‘Tammy’. But in the past, it was my choice. Well, except Sundays. And what was that crack about not having a ‘peepee’?? She knows it’s just… And she could fix that if she wanted… Maybe she doesn’t want to? But she said yesterday she’s not going to keep me locked away forever… I… I just have to trust her… As the last few days replayed in my head, my hand drifted between my legs. It still felt weird to not wear pants while working. My fingers brushed between my thighs and started playing with the hem of my dress. And cupping my diaper, not able to feel my ‘peepee’. The dry diaper felt soft and teased my balls. But when I felt my ‘peepee’ start to strain in its little house, I decided to stop. Mommy’s at work and there’s nothing I can do about jerking off so… But despite not rubbing my diaper… well I just kept staring at the same bit of computer code most of the day. … Finally, around two thirty, I heard the garage door. I gave up at getting any work done and went down to greet Mommy. The closer I got to the kitchen and the door leading to the garage, the more my mind seemed to clear away and feel the simple joy of seeing Mommy again. By the time I got to the door, Mommy was just coming in, and I flung my arms around her. “Ooph!! Well hello there sweetie! Did you miss me?” she asked as she gave my cheek a quick kiss. I nodded as I held her tight, “Uh huh… I didn’t get nothing done all day.” She kissed my ear and gently untangled herself from my arms, “Aww… poor baby.” Then she gently turned me around and patted my bottom to urge me forward, “Let Mommy put my purse in the kitchen and then we can sit and you can tell me all about it.” After putting her purse on the counter, she took my hand and we sat on the sofa in the living room. I leaned my head on her shoulder as she held my hand. Then she gently asked, “Now, tell Mommy all about it. What’s troubling my little princess?” I stared at our clasped hands and shrugged a little as I started. “It’s just… when I’m…. when I’m Tammy, I don’t care about work so much. I kept thinking about things with… with Mommy.” “What sort of things?” “Just… things.” It felt like I was a small child, about to confess that I stole a cookie, or that I wanted something I wasn’t supposed to have. “Oh you know… why do I like wearing dresses and… and not being potty trained any more. … And what you said about my not having a cock anymore…” “Peepee sweetie… little ones don’t use vulgar names for things. And I’ve told you, I’ll give it back.” “Peepee then. But… but why did I lock it in its little house anyway?” I asked. Mommy kissed my bonnet and pulled me a little closer. Then she whispered, “Well… when I talked with Shelly’s mommy, she said Shelly does it to feel safe. Shelly’s always afraid of having a climax without her Mommy.” I nodded and kept looking at our interlocked fingers, “Yeah, she told me that. She… she has a real problem with premature…. “ I was about to say ‘premature ejaculation’ but that sounded too grown up. So, I hesitated and said, “Premature cummies…” Then I looked up at Mommy, “And… and he can’t make his mommy happy with it. It’s… it’s too small for her to…. You know.” After a pause, I asked what I had been worrying about, “But… but I do okay don’t I? I mean, you aren’t faking it when I… I mean when we… you know? You’re… you’re not leaving it locked up because it doesn’t work for you??? “ She gently reached and lifted my chin to look into my eyes, “Now sweetie…. When you put your peepee inside Mommy… it makes Mommy feel wonderful. You make me cum almost every single time. Don’t you worry about that.” I laid my head on her shoulder again and was quiet for a moment. Then I asked, “But… the other day when you sent me to the playroom and you… You know, got out your toy…” I felt Mommy’s shoulder jiggle a little as she chuckled. She reached for my hand and gently raised it to her breast. At first, I felt my cheeks redden a little, but since Mommy put my hand there, I cupped her breast gently and held it gently and laid my head on her shoulder. Then Mommy went on to say, “Sweetie, I’ve told you I’m a dommy-mommy. And sometimes being dominant over you gets me horny. I didn’t want to unlock you so soon, but I needed some relief.” “But you will sometime… right? I will get… get my peepee back won’t I?” Mommy reached her arm and gave my diapered bottom a little ‘SMACK’ as she said, “I told you I would, didn’t I? You just have to trust me.” I felt my lip quivering. I sniffled a little and replied, “Yes Mommy. I sowwy…” She quickly hugged me and kissed my bonnet again, then whispered, “I know sweetie…. I know.” We sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Then her phone chirped and she rose to get it from her purse. As she got up, I flopped over to lay in the warm spot she left behind. As she walked back into the room with her phone in her hand, she said, “It’s Glen. He’s delivering the furniture today and says he’ll be here in about five minutes.” I had completely forgotten about ordering ‘baby’ furniture. And now he’s going to be here in five minutes! I started to panic a little and I felt the now familiar surge of pee passing through my locked peepee. All I could do was look up at her and squeak in a panicked voice, “Mommy?!??!” She looked at me and smirked a little, “Now don’t be silly! Glenny was at the party and saw Tammy in her pretty dress. It won’t matter at all if he sees you again today.” “But he’s probably not ‘little Glenny’ today…he’s… he’s going to be ‘Big Glen’.” I countered. Mommy just put her hands on her hips, “Well too bad. When we had lunch with him and his wife, you were wearing a diaper. They both know you wear diapers all the time.” Just then I heard a hiss of some sort of truck brakes. Then the ‘Beep…Beep…Beep…’ of it backing up. Mommy strode over to the front door saying, “Now be a good girl and behave yourself.” I sat up straight on the sofa, pushing my hand between my legs to nervously hold the front of my diaper as Mommy opened the door. She called out, “Hi Glen! That was quick. Ooo… is that the highchair?!?! NICE!!!” In just a minute, Mommy was stepping back from the doorway as Glen carried a huge highchair inside. Mommy pointed an arm and said, “Can you just take that through to the kitchen? Next to the dinette set in there.” As Glen carried the massive chair past me, he answered, “Sure thing Carole… Hi there Tammy. Look what your Mommy got for you.” Mommy closed the door and reached for my hand, “Come along sweetie, let’s check out your new highchair.” As we entered the kitchen, Glen was positioning it near the table. Then he looked at Mommy and spoke, “Here, you just lift this with your toe or press it down. Down locks the caster wheels, up let’s you easily roll it around.” He demonstrated by unlocking the wheels, rolling it a few inches, then locking them again. Then he reached under the wide tray and somehow removed it. As he did so, he explained, “Most of it is painted wood, but the tray I have made out of this sort of bakelite plastic. Easier to clean. And here, let me show you how the latch works.” He flipped the tray over and pointed, “See this? A quarter turn to lock and unlock. I’ve even filed for a patent.” You could hear a little pride in his voice, “This way… unlocked, either you or little Tammy can slide the tray on and off easily.” Then he pointed, “Here princess, have a seat and I’ll show you.” I hesitated, but Mommy’s hand pushed gently on my lower back as she said softly, “Go ahead sweetie, it won’t bite.” I stepped closer and looked carefully. The seat had a tiny contour for a bottom, but it seemed pretty high. I guess that’s why they call them ‘highchairs’??? I turned and squirmed a little, putting my hands on the arms to lift up a little and sit. My feet didn’t touch the ground. Glen held the large tray and showed me, “See? These slide over the arms of the chair, here Tammy, give it a try.” The tray was a lot lighter than I thought it would be. I took the tray and moved it into place. It took just a little jiggle and I heard a gentle clicking. Glen smiled and said, “See? You can pull it in and out and even push it off again.” I tried it and it did just that. I pulled it inward, but when I pushed outwards, it easily slid completely off and I almost dropped it. Glen turned to Mommy and said, “Now… this is the part I came up with. If we put it back on…” He gently took the tray and slid it back on. As he did so, he grinned and said, “Watch your little fingers sweetie, wouldn’t want them pinched.” He pushed it a little snug against my tummy and reached underneath as he added, “Once in place, you give the knob a quarter turn…” I heard something snap. “And voila!! Now it’s locked and stays put.” I pushed on it and this time it didn’t slide off!! Glen was smiling at Mommy, “At first, I had them so baby could slide it on but not push it off. I learned the hard way that wasn’t a good idea. I was having a little fun myself and was stuck in it for almost 8 hours until Karen came home. Worst case of diaper rash…” Then he pointed at me, “This way if little Tammy wants to get in it to play while Mommy isn’t here, she can’t lock herself in. Only Mommies can lock or unlock it.” I felt a little panic when I saw Mommy’s face light up. She beamed at me and said, “Oh that’s BRILLIANT!!! I won’t have to worry about her getting into it to play while I’m out, but I can make sure she stays put until she finishes her dindin.” Then Mommy reached and noticed a recess in the tray, “Oh… and this must be for baby’s bottle! Let me try that…” Mommy quickly turned and opened the refrigerator. She pulled out one of my large baby bottles and wiggled it into the recess saying, “Here you go sweetie.. See? Now Mommy can feed you your baba at dindin time. Maybe we can throw out your sippy cups now.” I felt myself blushing red as Glen looked on, smiling. I tried to imagine him as ‘little Glenny’ like at the party, but I just couldn’t. He’s standing there, wearing some jeans and work shirt, next to Mommy while I’m wearing a diaper and my little yellow ducky dress with my bonnet. Mommy just smiled and said, “Go ahead sweetie… drink your baba.” I pouted a little. Then Mommy picked it up and pushed it into my hand, “Come on sweetie… Time for baba.” Once I lifted it to my lips and began to suckle, she turned to Glen, “It’s PERFECT!! I’m sure we’ll get a lot of use out of it. Just like her paddle!” I felt my peepee leaking a little as Glen turned to Mommy and ask, “Oh? Did you like how that turned out? What does Tammy think?” Mommy giggled as my face turned red, “Oh yes. It’s done wonders for her behavior!” Glen nodded, “Yeah, I had to make two for Jack and Jill. But then, little Jackie loves the paddles I made for him.” He glanced at me then looked back at Mommy and said, “Now… where do you want the changing table. I’ve got my friend Frank out in the truck; he’ll help me set it up anywhere you want.” Mommy nodded and turned back towards the living room as she said, “Oh that. That should go upstairs in baby’s playroom. Follow me…” As the two of them headed out of the kitchen, I panicked a little and cried out, “Mommy?? Mommy let me out???” I heard her voice from the front room, “Just finish your baba sweetie… Mommy has to show them your playroom.” I gripped the tray and shook it as hard as I could. But it barely moved a millimeter. Clearly Glen had designed it to be ‘baby proof’ and it was. I tried to kick my feet but they didn’t even touch the floor. And with the wheels locked, it quickly became apparent that I’m not going anywhere until Mommy returns. What was it she just said a few minutes ago…. “I’m a dommy-mommy. And sometimes being dominant over you gets me horny.” And now there are two men coming into the house… I heard the front door open and another voice, “Why is it always upstairs?” That was followed by some grunting and a couple of bumps. Then Glen’s voice, “And around the corner…” The other voice, apparently ‘Frank’ mumbled, “Of course… Never easy.” I heard them making a couple more trips, and once I heard a bit of hammering sounds. I struggled with the tray again, but it was obvious that I’m staying put. Finally, I heard Mommy’s voice again, it seemed to be coming closer, “Follow me guys, I have something for you in the kitchen.” My mind suddenly leaped to the worst. Mommy getting horny, I’m trapped in this chair, and two grown men in the house!!! NO!!! Don’t fuck them in front of ME!!!! I DON’T WANT TO BE A CUCK… CUCKOLD!!!! I began kicking and trying to bounce, unable to move as Mommy strode back in, followed by Glen and some young guy that looked like Adonis. His arms and chest made the T-shirt he was wearing seem too small to contain his muscles. I threw my bottle on the floor and pleaded, “Please Mommy!!! Mommy PLEASE DON’T!!!” She looked at me strangely for a moment, then reached for her purse. She searched in her purse, muttering, “Honestly, she gets so emotional sometimes.” Then she came over to me and pushed my pacifier in my mouth as she spoke, “Suck on this sweetie, it will make you feel better. While Mommy takes care of these two.” Then she turned to Glen and started to say something. But I was watching Frank. From behind Mommy’s back, he tilted his head a little and looked up and down at Mommy. His hand reached out and splayed fingers reached as if about to grab Mommy’s ass. I panicked and with both hands, I jerked and yanked at the tray that had me trapped in my highchair. The rattling caught Frank’s attention, and he turned his head to look at me. We locked eyes and I recognized that wolfish grin. He wiggled his eyebrows and I whimpered. I yanked again at my tray, and he just winked at me. I felt my peepee betray me and flood my diaper. Mommy hasn’t let my peepee out… Mommy might start just milking me… these men… I’m just a helpless baby… wetting my diaper while… while… Tears flooded my eyes and began rolling down my face. My lips were sucking desperately on my pacifier as my nose started sniffling. All the while, Frank was staring at me, a sneer on his face as if to say, “too bad for you, you silly sissy. Now watch what I do with your Mommy….” “Oh Dear!!! She’s crying! Here guys… for your trouble,” Mommy had turned around and saw me sobbing quietly. Then she shoved some paper bills into Glen’s hand saying, “Thanks so much for setting it up.” Glen took the money and said with a smile, “All part of the service. Call me if you have any trouble with anything.” Then as Frank accepted some of the cash from Frank, he said, “If you have anything else that needs a REAL MAN…. Just call me.” Mommy shook her head and waved her arms to shoo them out, “Nuuu… I’m sure I WON’T be needing anything else.” Glen grabbed Frank’s shoulder and pushed him out of the kitchen as he said, “Corny dude. Corny. And besides, you’re engaged!! Want me to tell Barb that you’re hitting on other women?” Frank grinned and shrugged, “Hey, I’m not married yet. It was worth a shot.” Mommy put her hand on Glen’s back and pushed, following them out. She said rather firmly, “Okay you two… out! I think it’s time I changed Tammy’s diaper.” I heard the front door shut and the bolt snap home. When Mommy returned, she stood directly in front of me and stared at me for a moment. She furrowed her brow as she spoke, “Darling, did you REALLY think something was going to happen between me and those two?” I blushed red and lowered my chin to stare at the tray trapping me. She picked up the bottle from the floor and set it on the counter. She started lecturing, “Sweetie… I’ve told you… And told you….“ Then I noticed a change in her voice and looked up, she was pulling her top up and off, “I’m NOT INTERESTED in threesomes… Or FOURSOMES for that matter…” She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside. “Granted Frank has a nice-looking body,” She bent over to push her pants and panties down, then kicked them away with a flick of her foot. She stood there, feet apart, hands on hips, as naked as the day she was born. “Honestly, when are you going to learn to trust me??” I couldn’t think of anything to say, I wiped the tears from my eyes as she waited. After almost a full minute of silence, she went on, “Tom?!?! Do I need to put you over my lap and paddle you?? I swear I’ll do it if you don’t start trusting me!!!” I whimpered at the idea and managed to mumble around my pacifier, “I sowwy.. I… I gots scawed…” She walked directly to me, reached underneath the tray and with a ‘snap’, removed it. As she reached for my hand and helped me out, her voice was softer, quieter, “I know sweetie… I know. But you have to learn.” The tears started again as she led me around to the kitchen counter. I was sure I was about to be bent over it and paddled when she turned and pulled me close. She reached up and gently pulled my pacifier from my mouth as she spoke, “Tom… Tommy… Tammy…. Computer geek, Little boy… Little girl, you’re all I ever want and all I ever need. Ever…. Trust me.” Both her hands reached to hold my face, and she planted her lips on mine. I felt her tongue thrust inside my mouth as her arms hugged me. My own arms hugged her. As her tongue danced against mine, my hands started to explore her bare body. I felt her hand grip my diapered bottom and squeeze. Our lips parted for a moment, and she whispered in my ear, “I love you, wet diapers and all.” Then she pressed her lips to mine again. When we broke off the second kiss, she whispered, “I’ve sometimes wondered about fucking you like a helpless little girl…. Bend you over and peg you with a strapon. But not right now….” She gripped my shoulders and pushed us apart a little. Then in a voice one might use to explain something to a small child, she said, “Now… Since you’ve gone several days now without sex… Mommy is going to need a little head start.” Before I could ask what she was talking about, she backed up against the counter and lifted herself up to sit on it. She spread her legs wide, grinned, and pointed at her crotch and said, “I want my little girl to kiss Mommy and lick until I tell you to stop.” Her other hand reached behind my bonnet and urged me to lower my face to her as she said simply, “On your knees sweetie give Mommy special kisses.” Seeing her naked, her deep kiss, and my hands exploring her naked body had already woken my peepee and I felt it straining in its prison as I knelt before Mommy. Another teasing… she’s making my cock ache again… knowing I can’t do anything… helpless… I whimpered as her hand reached behind my head, “Mommy…. Please? It… it makes me so….” I looked up past her gorgeous breasts to see her smiling down at me, “I know…. But it’s been so long you wouldn’t last five minutes. Give Mommy some kisses so I have a head start…” Her hand slipped behind my head and pulled my face into her pussy. Her smell was strong and her hand insistent. A head start?? Does that mean… Does that mean I’m going to get to fuck Mommy??? I started licking her, in spite of my own desperation. The sooner I get her close… the sooner I might get unlocked??? I lapped at her for all I was worth. I felt a foot on my shoulder as she spread herself wider, rolling her hips a little so I could lick every bit of her. As she laid back a little and rolled her hips upward, she whispered, “My ass too sweetie… lick it all…” Her scent was as strong as ever and my hand reached between my legs. My diaper was heavy from pee now and it crinkled loudly as I rubbed in desperation. I heard her voice in a husky whisper, “That’s it…. I want to be ready for you… ready for that peepee of yours…. Do a good job and then you can fuck me…” Is that a promise? God I’m horny!! Please don’t go back on your word… I have to trust Mommy… Have to… Her thighs clamped around my head, her hand pushing my face into her. Between my tongue and her kitty, my face was soon wet. I desperately wanted to do a good job… I heard her breathing heavily, whispering, “Oh god… that’s it baby… I love how your tongue makes me feel…” Please Mommy…. If you cum now… Please… still let me out!!! I’ll jerk off right here in front of you if you just let me… Mommy’s hand let go of my head. I felt her legs open and a foot on my shoulder pushed me away. She slipped off the counter and her hand dove into her purse. Then she grabbed my hand roughly, jerking me to my feet and said simply, “Come with me!” Puzzled, I asked, “Where are we going?” She yanked my arm again as we turned the corner to go up the stairs, she said rather plainly, “We’re going to christen your changing table.” As we entered the playroom I saw it. It looked sturdy, painted white with little baby-themed decals, and there was a stack of diapers on the shelf under it. But Mommy wasted no time, she turned me and shoved me onto it saying, “Lay down, hands by your ears.” Her hands were shaking as she leaned over me. Her breasts hovered over my face as she reached across my face and wrapped something around one wrist, then she straightened a bit and wrapped my other wrist. I heard the sound of Velcro closing around them as she muttered, “… this is so little hands behave…” Then she pushed up my dress and yanked off my baby pants. Then the sound of ripping diaper tapes and the cool air hit my balls. I watched as her fingers trembled, fitting the key and releasing my peepee. I saw her toss a piece of the chastity cage on the floor, then felt the wonderful sensation of her fingers stroking my peepee. She grinned at me as I moaned, saying, “If you think THIS feels good… just wait….” I was lifting my hips rhythmically, thrusting into her hand. When I closed my eyes, she suddenly let go. My eyes jerked open to see why she stopped, then I watched her climb on top of me. I felt her fingers again as they guided me inside as she lowered herself onto me. Now, we’ve had sex many times, and in many ways. And I’ve had sex with other women. But I have to say, her warm pussy slowly enveloping my aching cock…. Nothing, and I do mean nothing ever felt so good. I heard her murmur, “Oh yes… that’s my boy… Mommy has been waiting for this…” At first, she bounced up and down ‘cowgirl’ style. I could feel how easily I slid in and out of her as she leaned back a little. I stared at her breasts, her nipples firm and begging to be sucked. I tried to reach for them, but the Velcro straps did their job. She grinned as I tugged at my restraints a second time. She kept rocking her hips as her hands cupped her breasts and held them out for me, teasing, “Aww… does baby want Mommy’s boobies?” I whimpered and pleaded, “Please Mommy… Please? I want to suck them….” She let go of her breasts and fell forward over me. One arm supporting herself, her other hand lifted one breast and pushed it towards my lips, “Suck it baby… suck Mommy’s tit like a good baby…” I was eager to comply and sucked. My hips bucked up and down, but her own hips were bucking too. Suddenly my cock slipped from her and I heard her gasp…. “DAMN!!!” But she was determined. Her fingers gripped my cock, and she lifted her hips just long enough to slip it back inside of herself. Her nipple pulled from my lips as she scooted lower, taking me deeper inside as her hips started twerking. Rolling forwards and backwards to stroke herself up and down my cock. I wanted to suckle, but I wanted to fuck even more. I tugged at my wrists again; I wanted to grab her ass to make sure I stayed inside her this time. We were like teenagers, ‘humping like rabbits’ as they say. The only sound was that of our having sex. But Mommy was right, after several days of teasing and denial, I didn’t last very long. It was barely another minute, and I was lifting her hips with my own, pushing as deeply up inside her as I could, my hands pulling at my restraints. In just a few more strokes my cock throbbed as I spasmed and groaned in ecstasy. As I felt my muscles spasming, I felt her grip tighten around my cock. She whimpered as she lifted her head and groaned. Then we collapsed, she let her full weight rest on top of me. She was gasping as I felt her muscles tense, clenching one last time, trying to hold on and prevent the inevitable. Her breath was ragged in my ear as I softened and slipped from her slick kitty. As I lay with my eyes closed, catching my breath, I almost fell asleep. But then Mommy rose a little and rolled off of me to get up. The sound of the Velcro ripping open was right by my ear as she freed just one wrist. As she turned towards the door she said, “Wash off your cage sweetie, dry it off, and put it on my vanity. Then bring me the keys, I have to pee.” I blinked my eyes open and saw her naked body waltzing out the playroom door. I rolled on my side and freed my other wrist. Then I sat up dangling my feet over the side of the changing table. My dress fell back over my naked lower half as I looked around and found the pieces to my little house along with the lock, the keys still in it. I washed them in the guest bathroom and dried them. As I was putting them on Mommy’s vanity, she walked out from the primary bathroom, still naked. She reached for my hand and took the keys, saying, “Same rules sweetie. Nobody puts it on but you, and only Mommy decides when it comes off.” She turned me around to unbutton my dress and slipped it down, dropping it on the floor. She patted my bare bottom and ordered, “Now, go get in the shower and Mommy will be there in a minute.” The warm water over my cock felt delicious. Even though it was limp now, it felt nice to soap it clean, washing away both the pee and the slipperiness of our having sex. Then just as she had said, Mommy stepped in with me and we gently washed each other. As I turned to let her wash my back and bottom, she said quietly, “Don’t worry, I got out a diaper for little Tommy. Then I’ll go start dinner. To Be Continued  

OMG! The pain and pressure are back and bad! Close to going to the hospital.

Leftovers 

For the "outside" I just let the hot water from the shower head spray into the ear, then tilt the head to let it drain.   I do that more or less every day and the ears are squeaky clean.  

I often play in Discord, I have created a well-organized server for RPing there. The categories are separated for each of my RP partners, and there are separate channels for OoC and the RP.