2011

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I might have worn a diaper or two.....from time to time.....

Carole makes a decision. Chapter 44 It was total silence the rest of the drive to the restaurant. Gulp… She’s mad. But I thought she might be in for this? I mean, she’s the dommy-mommy, wouldn’t she like taking charge of my cock???? She takes charge of lots of other things in our lives. Best not say a word until she’s ready to talk about it. I don’t want my ass blistered. Walking from the car, through the parking lot and into the restaurant, I felt like the whole world must be staring at my crotch. Of course I didn’t dare reach down there in public, but it was just this image in my mind, I felt my locked-up status was on display to the whole world. The others had arrived first, and the hostess showed us to their table. Yes, that’s ‘Glenny’, but of course he looks perfectly normal, dressed in some casual jeans and a short-sleeved shirt today. Karen was a brunette, I vaguely remember seeing her at Miss Beth’s party as well. They had a booth, both sitting on one side, Karen inside. Glen was on the outside and stood up and shook hands with both Mommy and me. Mommy had me scoot over so I was facing Karen while Mommy sat across from Glen. After a couple pleasantries and ordering something to drink, Mommy turned to Karen and asked, “So do you handle the details of the business? Or Glen?” I looked as Karen shook her head, “Oh no, Glen does it all. Buys the materials, makes everything and handles all the books. I just take a few pictures and print up a few flyers.” Then Karen looked down and dug into her purse for a moment. She pulled out a glossy flyer that seemed to have a lot of pictures. She handed it to Mommy, “Here’s a good sample of Glen’s work. You know he made the crib for Miss Beth’s playroom?” Then Karen looked at me and giggled, “And the spanking horse in her woodshed. What did you think of that Tom???” I felt a spurt of pee when I remembered being fastened over that horse. But I managed to stop the flow and mumbled something. Karen looked at Mommy to add, “We had to leave before you finished with it. Did it work okay for you? Help you teach little Tammy some manners?” Mommy giggled and glanced at me, “Oh yeah, worked just fine. I have to say Glen, you do some great work.” So, apparently Glen is some sort of furniture maker in his spare time? Caters to a certain sort of fetish furniture. It was Glen’s turn to brag a little, “Got started making my own crib and changing table. But others seemed interested, so I branched out a bit.” Mommy was looking over the flyer and held it close so I could see as she said, “What do you think Tommy? Maybe a changing table and a high chair for your new playroom?” I looked at the pictures, one even showed Miss Beth’s crib in her playroom. So this is what the lunch date is all about. Mommy’s looking to buy things for the playroom… Mommy was talking again while she let me look over the flyer, “So, as far as price and all, would you be interested in bartering? Maybe an exchange?” Just then our food arrived and Glen stood up, saying, “I need to visit the little boy’s room.” Karen nodded and Glen walked in that direction. After the waitress left, Mommy put her hand in my lap and smiled at Karen, “This one doesn’t use the little boy’s room anymore.” Then she winked at me and asked, “Isn’t that right sweetie? You can’t stay dry long enough anymore can you?” I felt my face burning bright red as Karen looked at me expectantly, raising an eyebrow and inquiring, “Really? I don’t think my Glen would ever go that far… Diapered all the time?” When I didn’t say anything, Mommy’s hand squeezed my thigh firmly as she lowered her voice, “Answer Miss Karen sweetie.” I nodded my head and whispered, “Yes Miss Karen, full time because I… I have accidents now. And… and Mommy likes it this way.” Glen came back and sat down quickly, “Back… what did I miss?” Karen lowered her voice a little and leaned towards her husband, “Tommy was just telling me how he has to wear diapers all the time now, not just at playtimes.” I was staring at my plate, but I could tell Glen looked at me for a moment. I don’t know if he was shocked, incredulous, or took it in stride. Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then Mommy shook out her napkin and broke the silence, “Well, it looks delicious. I haven’t had a nice BLT sandwich in ages. Apparently, even though Glenny was at the party, he’s not full-time. Making furniture, running his own business… Using the ‘little boys’ room… Considering their reaction to my being diapered, I wonder what they would think if they knew that right now, underneath my diaper, my cock was locked away. I stayed quiet while we ate. Mommy explained that since I do some work for Miss Beth, we have an ‘account’ if you will, of unused babysitting time. Mommy asked if Karen and Glenny would be interested in swapping some babysitting time for some custom baby furniture. “Of course, we’d have to get Beth to approve it as well. But I think she’d be okay with it, so long as the exchange rates were fair,” she explained. After they chatted some more and we finished lunch, Glen picked up the check afterwards. He smiled as he said, “I’ll write it off as a business lunch. Entertaining potential client.” On the way home, Mommy chatted about the furniture, “It does look like quality work and all. If we can exchange some babysitting for it, that could work out don’t you think?” I nodded and answered, “Yeah, that would be a good way to do things.” She was quiet for a moment, then added, “Of course we’ll keep a few hours for Tommy and Tammy to be babysat.” I squirmed a little as we turned off the main road and Mommy pulled into our driveway. But she didn’t turn off the car, or park in the garage. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Now, you be good and get back to work. I might be running a little late tonight because I took this time off.” She didn’t offer to help me with… with the cage on my cock. And she had said not to bring it up. So clearly, I’m dismissed and expected to go inside and get back to my own job. As I closed the front door, I saw her car driving away. I headed upstairs and turned toward the playroom. I was pretty sure I knew the answer, but I wanted to be sure. I looked in the little pouch bag, and on the floor where I had left them. Then I searched around but the keys were nowhere to be found. My first suspicion was right, Mommy took them and I have no idea where they are now. Probably in her purse. Well Tom, you were going to tell her sooner or later. And here we are. She knows I put it on by myself, and now she’s holding the keys. She was upset with me; that much I could tell. And she didn’t want to talk about it. Not until she’s had time to think. You wanted to play around with chastity a little, but now you’re head-long into it. Not just wading in the kiddie-pool, we’re off the deep end.  And I don’t dare bring it up with her again until she’s ready to talk. She said she’d ‘beat my ass’, and I believe her. I sulked for a few minutes, my hand between my legs. Based on how it felt when she yanked on it, I don’t think it’s coming off without the key. Or a hacksaw. I shivered for a moment, the thought of some power tool within a tiny fraction of an inch of my manhood. I finally went into the office and tried to get some work done. But I kept one eye on the clock as they say. When it was past five thirty and still no Mommy, I was getting a little worried. My diaper was pretty wet by now and not even a text message. At six thirty, I logged off and tried to find something to keep my mind off my situation. Finally, at just a couple minutes before seven, I heard the garage door opening. I was walking to the door when it opened and she stepped inside. She smiled and handed me a bag of fast-food, “Here sweetie, put this on the table while Mommy goes potty.” I did as she asked, setting the table with some paper plates as well. I got the food out and was pretty sure I knew which burger was hers, so I set each on our respective plates. She returned and acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. She smiled as she ate a fry and asked, “Get much work done this afternoon? Sorry I didn’t put Tammy back into her dress.” I tried to be casual, “Some work… It’s okay about the dress, you needed to get back to work.” She sat up a little straighter and said, “I’ve decided to only use half your babysitting hours with Glen and Karen. I’m keeping the rest so I can have you visit Beth once in a while. I think it’ll do you some good.” Miss Beth explained that my first time… “Sometimes mommies like to have me babysit their little ones. They learn to appreciate their mommy more after a stay with me.” So… I need to be babysat? So that I’ll appreciate Mommy more??? She looked at me for a moment then asked, “Aren’t you interested in what I asked Glen to make for us?” Suddenly I got scared again. Was it… was it one of those horse things?  So that Mommy can beat my ass more? She must have noticed the expression on my face. She chuckled a little and said, “Relax sweetie, I’m not getting you a spanking horse if that’s what’s worrying you. I asked about a highchair with a locking tray, and a changing table with some storage underneath. For my baby’s diapers and such.” I felt a little relief. A changing table would be fine. A highchair, even a locking one didn’t sound very bad. But Mommy had to give me one more little dig, “Afterall, my lap and that kitchen counter work just fine when you need a spanking.” She put her last bite of burger in her mouth and chewed. Then she took a drink and finally added, “Although… it turns out he also makes good paddles, so I ordered one of those as well.” I felt another spurt flow into my diaper. But of course, the one thing that I wanted to ask about was still off limits as far as I could tell. I helped her clear away the remains of the meal. Then Mommy looked at the time and said, “It’s a bit late sweetie, our shows are all ready over. Let’s get little Tommy ready for bed.” With that, she took my hand and we went upstairs. Standing in the middle of the room, I watched as Mommy picked up the dress I wore earlier and hung it back in the closet. She casually mentioned, “We’re going to have to get all your pretty things dry cleaned soon sweetie. I don’t think they’re machine washable.” Then she came over to face me and started to strip off my clothes. As I lifted a foot to step out of my pants, she commented, “But my little boy on the other hand, you need a shower tonight.” After ripping open my diaper and letting it fall, she bent down and reached for my caged genitals. She mumbled a little, “Now, let me see if I can figure this out…  Unlock this… and… Ah.. there we go. Hold out your hands sweetie.” I held out my cupped hands as she put each piece in them, including the lock, but not the keys. As she straightened up again, she held the keys up in her hand for me to see and said simply, “Mommy keeps these.” As I stood there, holding the thing in my hand… SLAP!! “Rinse it off good and then shower baby.” It was only her hand, but it stung against my wet skin. I turned and headed to the bathroom, whimpering “Yes Mommy.” … By the time I finished and dried both it and me off, she had changed into one of her flannel nightgowns and was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair. She must have seen me in her mirror. She reached down and patted the flat of her hand on an open spot on her vanity, saying simply, “Put your little house right here sweetie.” I walked over next to her and set it where she wanted, it occurred to me that that spot wasn’t open before. She had cleared away a spot, moving her jewelry box. Does that mean it’s where she’s going to keep it from now on? Out in the open? Right where she can get at it anytime she wants? But all she said then was, “Good boy. Now go lay down and Mommy will get you diapered and ready for bed. I already have your baba ready.” I turned and as I approached the bed, I saw a bottle on her nightstand. There was a diaper already unfolded, laying open on my side of the bed. I was still feeling a bit guilty, and wanted to talk about what I had done. But when I looked back at Mommy, she had turned to watch me. Her legs were crossed and her hands were poised on her knee. But in her hands, she held her hairbrush. I stood still for a moment and she raised her eyebrow. Then she wiggled the hairbrush in her hand and said, “Not yet Tom.  And unless you want me to use this on you, do as you’re told, lie down so I can put you in your diaper. I don’t need another surprise tonight and wake up in a wet bed.” Another not so subtle dig at me. Without a diaper, I probably would wet the bed. I did as she told me and lay on the open diaper. Mommy put her hairbrush on her vanity and came over to diaper me. As she tugged and pulled the tapes snug, she started talking, but not about my recent behavior, “I’ve put some fiber supplement in your bottle sweetie. Don’t worry, it’s not some laxative or whatever. Just a little dietary supplement.” She went to the dresser and reached in a drawer for some plastic baby pants and a shirt as she went on, “I haven’t changed my attitude about changing messy diapers. I expect you to still use the potty for that.  Arm sweetie.” I squirmed my arms through the sleeves of my shirt as she helped me with it, tucking the base of the shirt into the elastic waist of the baby pants that she tugged into place. She stood straight and brushed down the front of my shirt adding, “There, snug and comfy?” I nodded and she turned to go around to her side of the bed saying, “But a bit of fiber will help you be more regular. And tonight I added some sleep aid for you. I think a good night sleep is in order.” As we both got under the covers, she reached to set the alarm on her phone. Night time bottle? I didn’t think she had been doing that since I… Since I started waking up wet all on my own. The light went off and I felt her shifting to cuddle with me. I felt her twist around and back, then one word, “Open.” I parted my lips and the nipple of the bottle slipped in and I started to suckle. After just a couple of swallows, her voice started in the darkness. “Tom, I’ve told you several times that I’m not interested in any threesome. And I’m NOT going to cuckold you, making you watch me with someone else. If that’s what this is about, just put it out of that head of yours right now.” I tried to shake my head and mumble around the nipple, “no ommy… ith noth…” But she went on, “Shh, Mommy’s talking. I love being a dommy-mommy, but I’m not some bitch. You’ve been acting weird all week. I tried to be bitchy with you Sunday, making you do all the housework in your pretty outfit. But you didn’t say a word about it. Is that what you need? For me to be all bossy and boss you around?” So that’s why she did what she did on Sunday, she thought I wanted her to treat me like some servant… Again, I shook my head and tried to mumble, “nu… I wants my mommy…” I felt the bed shift a little as she squirmed to get closer. Her breast was pressed against my cheek, but one hand still held the bottle. She kissed my head and whispered, “That’s what I want too sweetheart.” I felt her lips gently kiss my ear as she whispered, “I want you to be happy too sweetie, so here is how things are going to go.” I stopped suckling, listening intently as Mommy laid down her plan, “First, like I said, I’m not interested in cuckolding you. I’m never going to put that thing on you. Not ever. So just accept that.” “And I’m not going to tell you to put it on. I’m not even going to suggest it. It can stay over there on the vanity until we’re both old and gray and in a nursing home. The ONLY way it ever gets used is if YOU put it on yourself. Not me, not Miss Beth, nobody locks up your cock except YOU! Do you understand me? This is something you choose Tom. Nobody else.” She paused, then added, “I need you to say it Tom.” I felt the nipple pulled from my lips and I licked my lips a moment. I hesitated and then whispered, “I understand. Nobody but me. I’m the only one that puts it on.” Then she said one word, “But…” I held my breath. It was only a couple of seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. Finally she spoke again, “I decide when it comes back off.” I exhaled and nodded, whispering, “Okay.” But she went on, “I mean it Tom. It’s up to you if you ever… EVER put it on again. But I decide when it comes off. It might be a couple hours… it might be a couple days. It might even be a couple of weeks! Or a MONTH!! It’s your decision to put it on, but it’s MY DECISION when it comes off!” Gulp, not exactly what I had in mind… a MONTH?!?! But she wasn’t finished, “And just because you decide to deny yourself sex for a while, doesn’t mean I miss out on it. I expect you to still satisfy me, locked up or not.” Her hand gently gripped my chin and turned my head to look at her in the dim light. Her eyes stared into mine for a moment. Then she made it clear, “I mean it Tom. Think about it carefully. You might end up on your knees licking me while your cock is stuck in that thing. Tasting my pussy and smelling me, while you’re on your knees in one of your cute dresses, unable to play with your clitty.” “Or I might sit on your face until I cum and all you can do is dribble in your diaper, unable to even get hard.” She made her point clear when she added, “Or I’ll put a strapon over your diaper and ride you like a cowgirl and you won’t be able to feel my warm pussy on your dick while I climax over and over again on top of you.” I hesitated, the image she just described, remembering the feeling of her warmth enveloping my cock… I felt it twinge as it reacted. I put my hand on the front of my diaper and squeezed, then I whispered, “But… but you will take it off eventually… “ Her hand stroked my face and she kissed me. Then she said, “Yes dear. But not if you whine and complain about it. And if you get too horny and it feels too tight when it tries to get hard, I’m sure a good paddling will stop your whining. The way you shrink when I spank you, that should make it fit again just fine.” Then I felt her hand let go of my cheek and slide down my tummy and under my own hand. It pushed into my diaper and gripped my cock. My cock responded as she slowly pulled up and down. Her voice whispered, “Just remember… you put it on… but Mommy decides when it comes off….” I thought about it for maybe one whole second as her skilled fingers lightly touched just under the tip of my cock. The tiny bit of extra skin there was aching when her fingers glided over it. I spread my legs reflexively as the blood rushed to my member. Then her hand pulled out and I felt my eyebrow furrow.  Her hand pushed the silicone nipple of my pacifier into my mouth as she whispered, “Baby have his little suck suck…” Thankfully, her hand went right back down the front of my diaper and gently stroked her fingers over my balls. They felt so nice with no hair anymore. As she tickled them, I spread my legs even more and started sucking earnestly on my pacifier. Then her lips gently kissed my ear as her hand gripped my throbbing peepee. She didn’t say another word as she tugged. For some reason, I imagined I was kneeling in my pretty party dress, leaning my face between her naked legs as Mommy smiled, looking down at me, saying, “Good Girl… lick Mommy and then I’ll let you play with your clitty….” I sucked the pacifier into my mouth hard as I felt my muscles spasming. Mommy’s hand was stroking furiously as I lifted my hips and came. I heard in the darkness a giggle and the words, “Tommy made a splooshie…” I collapsed back on the bed, gasping for air as Mommy’s fingers slowed and gently ‘milked’ the last drops from me Her hand pulled out and I heard the sound of her sucking each of her fingers clean. The last thing I remember was her arm reaching across my chest and hugging me To Be Continued  

Pretty sure "I'll take anything" isn't an approach that's going to make a potential partner feel special and cherished. It kind of feels like they're just being viewed as an object.

It is a weird situation. Question of trust? But then again, if he wasn’t sure, is it a crime to try it alone?