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That was the first day I experienced any of what would later become the center of my life. Here's where people would think that I'd tell you the next few days were a blur. That my mind was foggy and full of thoughts of what had happened, that I couldn't concentrate on anything else but going back to that club, finding Michael and Miranda, and let them do... do what? Tie me up? Dress me up? @(!# me? Even now, with all the time I spent as their toy, I couldn't come up with an answer to that question except for "whatever they wanted." This is where most people would expect that. However, the opposite was true. For the first time in my life, my head felt clear. The fog was gone, the noise was gone, there were no distracting thoughts. I could focus better then I ever had before, I needed less sleep, and the roads weren't as intimidating anymore. Months later as I spent my days locked up, itching in an overfilled diaper, hands wrapped tightly to be useless and every part of my body aching, I would look back on that and laugh at how easy it was at first to achieve that. A few hours in his power and my world became clearer. Ironic that I only gained control of my own thoughts by letting those strangers control me. ... I walked out into the sun filled street and for once didn't mind the cars lined up and honking in front of me. I waved that I was crossing, and walked in front of them and toward the bus stop. I put my hand into my pocket and fingered the small band of cloth I always kept there. It was the collar he had given me, and though I was too afraid to wear it in public, I couldn't imagine going anywhere without it. I got to the bus stop, and looked up between the buildings. When I first arrived, they were terrifying, dizzying, sickening, giving me vertigo with each glance, and I kept my head down to avoid looking at them. Now, they were crystal giants, and the sunlight sparkling and shining down them was beautiful to see. I got on the bus, waved and smiled at the bus driver, and he smiled back. The route was short, and I got off by my office building. I walked confidently in, didn't shy away from the crowds or hide in the corner of the elevator, and made it up to my floor. The elevator doors opened to the grey padded cubical walls of my floor. I stepped out and down the hall. I sat down at my desk, turned on my computer, and began going through emails. "Oh, Oliver, you're here early." I looked at the voice and saw Mrs. Johnson looking down at me. She was wearing a long black dress and drinking from a cardboard coffee cup. "Yes ma'am," I said. "Got more used to the bus schedules here. Just going through emails." I figured I shouldn't tell her 'I've been sleeping better since a pair of strangers spanked me and tied me to their bed on the weekend." "Good, good. You certainly seem more perky." She sipped her coffee. "You know I think I have a project for you. I'll send it over, let me see it by the end of the day, or tomorrow if it takes longer." I smiled, trying to look enthusiastic. "Thanks! I look for it." She left, and an email arrived shortly after. It was a simple article, and I decided to start immediately. For once, I didn't have to think about what I was writing. The words poured out of me and onto the page like water, and I never felt a second of block. The office filled up around me as I wrote, people coming in later, talking, moving around me, and it didn't distract me for a second. When I was done, I knew it wouldn't need any re-writes. It was just a simple article, but it was probably the best thing I'd written in years. I sent it off, and went home at a normal hour, fully confident I'd nailed the day. I was humming to myself when I walked home. Earlier, I had appreciated that my mind was clear, but now, i let it wander, filling itself with all the thoughts of what we had done. I imagined being back at their apartment, naked except for a collar and the pink panties they made me wear. He lead my crawling around, while she spanked me if I moved to slowly, or too quickly, or didn't turn right... I had no idea why I liked the thought so much. It made all the stress I felt disappear, and excited me in ways I didn't quite understand. Still, the fantasy came back, and over all of it, were Michael's clear, crystal eyes. Even unable to see them, their image in my mind took over. It filled every inch of my head, every one of my thoughts, and for a second, I felt breathless. They were compelling, even when imagined, and I thought of all the things he could make me do with them. Control me, command me, send me out to do whatever he wanted, wearing whatever he wanted, for whate... I stopped. A cold sweat hit me. What if he didn't WANT to? As of this point, we really only had a one night stand. I'd had them before, and though they weren't as common from where I came from, from everything I'd been told that was basically how sex worked in the city. You meet people, you have fun, you move on. If anything, they seemed to already be a couple. What said they'd want a third wheel following them around, particularly one as... I thought about the best way to say it... INEXPERIANCED in their kind of "fun" as I was. Really, nothing they did or said meant this was guaranteed to happen again. I picked up my pace. I wanted to contact them, but didn't want to do it in public, depending on what their answer was. I got on the bus in a near panic. The ride home was a blur, I didn't even realize it when I got off. The sidewalks were crowded with people just coming off work. They walked by me like a moving maze, filtering into after work bars and restaurants, turning into the shopping malls, or heading to their own apartments. I still found it overwhelming, but I kept my eyes down and darted between them as best I could. I ran into my building, and took the elevator up. I slammed the door open, and again shut behind me. I opened the shelf of my bedside table. Inside were what they had given me- a mask, a collar, and a pair of panties made for a man. I took them out and looked at them. Would they give away stuff like this if they didn't mean to meet again? It was very generous, and in truth I was a bit embarrassed that I already felt I owed them something. Then again, they seemed to be rich. This was probably nothing to them. I sat down on my bed and opened my phone. I had Miranda's number from the other night. I paused. Would messaging them now seem to desperate? Would it annoy them? I thought. To them I was supposed to be a submissive. Perhaps desperate was the right idea. I opened it up and messaged "hey." I then lay back, and fell asleep thinking about his eyes, and the game we played. I woke up a half hour later and turned over, and felt a snap. "Oh no!" I said. I had crushed the mask they gave me. I clung to it in my lap, looking down at it and moped. It was such a strange feeling for something so small, but the idea that I broke something he had given me was awful. After a few minutes of moping I grabbed my phone and opened it. My breath caught. There was already a message from Miranda. I opened it. "Hey Oli! We had fun playing with you the other day, and were wondering if you'd want to try another game? We have another cute outfit for you if interested." This was followed by a kiss and heart emoji. After, another message read "You'll need to come back to return that cute collar and panties otherwise, and we KNOW how much you LOVE those-" I sighed and leaned back again. "I'd LOVE to!" I responded, not caring how desperate it seemed. Gleefully, I put the collar around my neck, and went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. (sorry this is a short and relatively kinkless/diaperless chapter. I promise the next will be longer and with more of your FAVOURITE stuff!) -
By BabyBear85 · Posted
“Hiiii! Come on in, thanks so much for coming over. Kayla’s been such a handful, it will be nice to have a break.” Kayla couldn’t see, but she heard her voice. Her step mom. ”Oh no worries at all! That little brat has had this coming for a long time. Honestly, I’m very glad to get the chance to look after her again.” ”Oh good,” Ethan said. “Well come on in, I just got her up and in a fresh diaper. She’s in her high chair having breakfast.” ”ha! Haha! Her high chair?! Oh I have to see this…” The two of them rounded the corner and saw Kayla red faced and struggling strapped into her high chair. -
By Brandon1989 · Posted
Since I've started keeping track, my longest is around 30 hours -
By BabyBear85 · Posted
I winked at you as I unlocked the door to my apartment. “Yeah yeah, no funny business, don’t worry.” I pushed the door open and let you in. ”I landed a decent job in tech. The pay is pretty good, and I get to work from home a lot. Which…” I looked around at my mess of an apartment, “..will eventually be nice, once I get this place set up.” I went to the kitchen to put away my groceries. ”I don’t have a lot to offer, but do you want a beer? Or a glass of wine? Assuming I can find a glass in this mess…”
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