Sissy Room

omg,  $2,200 bill for the other car: brakes, two tires, change radiator fluid, oil change.

Up and down all night, sleeping an hour at a time. Cranky and wet!

To be completely honest I am not "incontinent" as in leaking all the time, and for example today I have had a bit of pain all day after the morning "accident". Probably some muscles were a bit active. Because of that it has been stinging a bit to pee too, and in very few situations do I pee with no control. It is obviously much easier before and I think I can get to a point with "low pressure leaking" later. That is, my bladder is empty and whatever is produced just goes through, but kind of when I "allow" it. To become truly incontinent you need to disable the other sphincter too. I am still trying to figure out how things work though. I have found out that the inner sphincter is very strong. One thing I notice is when sitting down and watching TV or something like that. In certain positions, for example on leg over the other, I feel small drips, but so far it has been a variant of the "low pressure leaking" where my bladder is almost empty and not actively fighting or trying to stay closed. The surgeon said that my prostate looked completely healthy when he looked at it with camera and so I dont really have a good reason to remove my inner sphincter either. I will report back when things change but I dont think it will cause true incontinence except some dripping. It will for sure make it easier to pee though. Also sneezing I guess, or other reasons when inner sphincter gives up. It will however also probably change when the sensations change and my body isnt so tense...

Chapter 20 It was already light when I woke up. For a moment the room seemed unfamiliar, but there was an arm around me, and a warmth pressed against my back. Mommy. It’s okay, she’s here. I twisted around a little and she opened her eyes. I cuddled against the flannel of her nightgown. Her boobs were tucked away, but I knew I could have them if I wanted. Her lips grazed my hair as she whispered, “Morning love.” Instead of words, I just nuzzled and hugged her. “Just for a few minutes, I told Francine we’d be up by nine and it’s after eight-thirty now,” she said. Then without another word, her hand slid under the covers and between my legs. A gentle squeeze, not sexual, but more maternal… caring. Then one word, but the inflection was a question, “Wet?” Instead of answering, I rolled onto my back a little and put my hand on top of hers. I didn’t push her hand or move it in any way; I just closed my eyes and held her hand against my diaper. Then I let out a sigh and peed. It’s sort of funny, managing to pee while lying in bed. Overcoming years of being potty-trained and all. But if I hold still, I can keep my reflexes from taking over. I can feel it trickling down my skin and under my butt, but if I don’t move, I can let my muscles stay relaxed. So not just a little wetness this time, I flooded it. For several seconds. Mommy didn’t move her hand, didn’t say a word. But she had to feel it, feel how hot it was, soaking into my diaper. When it felt like there was nothing more to come out, I moved my hand away and rolled towards her. Her hand lifted away and I lifted my leg to straddle across hers. I squirmed my hips and thrust gently, pressing my now soaked diaper against her thigh. Her hand palmed the back of my head, holding me to her bosom as I slowly started grinding against her. Geeze this feels good. Waking up and rubbing my wet diaper against her like this… When she moves in, I get to do this every morning… But sadly, there was a knock on the door. I started to move away but Mommy’s other hand slipped over and pulled the back of my knee, keeping me snug against her as she called out, “Come in.” I blushed as I heard the door open, I knew my nightie had ridden up and the bottom of my diaper was exposed. Then Katherine’s voice, “Sorry to disturb you Miss Angela, but Mistress thought you might like some coffee before brunch. The others will be here in about twenty minutes.” I kept my eyes closed to avoid looking at her. But Mommy was just as cheerful as ever. As if having someone see me humping in my diaper against her was the most natural thing in the world, “Thank you Katherine, that’s very thoughtful. You can set it down anywhere. Is that coffee too? In her bottle?” Bottle? Again? “… yes ma’am, but mostly milk, just a bit of coffee for flavor.” “Could you be a dear, bring me that bib and her bottle?” I whimpered. I wanted to curl up more, and the result was that my diapered pussy ground against Mommy again as my knee slid up to her hip. I felt Mommy’s hand release my leg as she took the things. Then I heard Katherine, “Will there be anything else?” Mommy was squirming a bit and I felt her pushing the soft cloth under my cheek as she spoke, “Thanks, no just let Francine know we’ll be down in a little while.” There was a pause, I pictured Miss Katherine doing that little curtsey of hers, then she answered simply, “Of course ma’am.” Then I heard the door close. Then Mommy whispered, “Open sweetie… time for baba…” I felt pouty. I frowned a little as I protested, “But bottles are for BABIES!!!” She didn’t argue, she didn’t raise her voice. She just whispered, “and little girls in wet diapers.” My lips were pursed shut. She waited. Then she whispered, “You didn’t seem to mind last night. It’s just the two of us now, you don’t have to pretend you don’t want it.” It’s true, I did enjoy cuddling in Mommy’s lap as she fed me last night. And that was in front of them… I slowly opened my lips. I felt the nipple slide in and I latched on. For my behavior, Mommy’s reward was to kiss my hair and whisper, “That’s a good girl.” It did taste good and I was thirsty. After the wine I had last night, and sucking at her breast, my mouth and throat were a little dry. Not a sound except the tiny bubbling of air seeping into the bottle somewhere. Then Mommy spoke, “Look at me Cindy, I need to say something.” She sounded a little serious, so I opened my eyes and looked up at her. Her face had a tiny scowl as she bit her lip a little. I tried to talk, “..ommee?” She took a breath and started, “Shh… let me do the talking, just suck on your baba.” I did as she said, nodding a little as I swallowed again. “Sweetie, I’m not trying to be bitchy, and I’m not trying to make up a lot of silly rules. But this morning… This morning when Julia and Sammy get here, I have to make a rule, and a warning.” She was being serious and I was getting nervous. So nervous I found myself sucking harder. I slowly nodded for her to go on. She did, “It’s just… just that they are younger and prettier women. And… and you know I’m still afraid you’re going to run off and leave me.” I started shaking my head and protesting, “Noo…. No oommeee… I say wifs yous…” She stared at me and took a breath before continuing, “Last night, in front of the others, I didn’t mind you fingering yourself. But today… with Julia and Sam… Don’t do that. If I catch you… or you and Sammy… doing something…. Something sexual… I… I…” I reached and hugged. Spitting out the nipple of the bottle. I said softly, “I won’t Mommy… I would never…. I only did it last night because I was dreaming of you Mommy.” I squeezed her tight, trying to reassure her. She needed reassuring, I sometimes forget that Mommy, as strong as she is sometimes, still has some insecurities, some doubts. I slowly eased my grip and lay back again. I wanted to say something to reassure her. Something to prove that I was hers. I had a thought. “Mommy… you know I do NOT like spankings, right?” I asked her. She suddenly got a puzzled look, so I continued, “So promise me that if I ever… EVER do something you don’t like… something that hurts your feelings, you’ll… you’ll do that.” She looked at me incredulously, “You… you want me to SPANK you? But sweetie, that would hurt. Especially if I use a paddle or something. If you don’t like them, why would you want me to ever…” I cut her off, “Because if I ever did something that hurt you. If I screw up or something, I don’t want you running away. I would rather have a sore bottom than a broken heart.” There was a silence as we looked at each other. Then I lowered my voice to a whisper, “Please…. Please Mommy? I never mean to hurt you, but the thought of you leaving…. “ She hugged me and I hugged her right back. As we parted, she whispered, “All right… but understand, it would hurt.” I just nodded solemnly. She sat up and picked up the bottle from where it fell. She turned away as I saw her wipe her eyes a little. Then she stood up and cleared her throat to say, “Come on little one. You need a fresh diaper and we need to get dressed.” She went to one of the suitcases and started to dig around in it. --- --- --- I can’t help my insecurities, but this morning when I thought about her playing around with ‘little Sammy’, I suddenly felt jealous and it was like steel armor clamped around me, surrounding my heart. I didn’t want to be hurt. The idea of her grinding herself against another woman wearing diapers… I don’t think I could take that. But when she said she’d rather I spank her than leave her… And I know she doesn’t enjoy any of that sort of thing. Well, there was a chink in that armor again. Maybe this can work. I dug through things and got dressed. Then it was time for me to dress Cindy. First though, a fresh diaper. The little darling, holding my hand on her diaper as she peed earlier… so bold and adventurous in some ways, so timid in others. “Now lay back, time for a fresh diaper young lady,” I said in my ‘mommy voice’. As I untaped her and started to wipe her down, I could tell she was still a bit horny. When I wiped, she shivered and inhaled a bit. But then I heard the doorbell ring somewhere in the house. I tapped her hip and said simply, “Lift… no time for that now, the others are here.” She obeyed and I started taping her diaper up. I felt more in charge again, so I told her, “Now… new rule. When playing with other little ones… Diapers stay ON! You got that? And nobody else puts their little fingers in Cindy’s diaper. Understand?” I may have been a little gruff, but she nodded and answered, “Yes Mommy. I understand.” I nodded approvingly as I straightened up and turned to find her something to wear, “Good!” … We were only a few minutes late coming down the stairs. Holding my little girl’s hand, I followed the sound of voices. Already in the dining room, standing around the table, I found Francine and her daughter Julia. And another woman that must be Sam. Unlike the first two women though, Sam was dressed out in what can only be described as a Shirly Temple Party dress. As we entered, Francine saw us and smiled, greeting us with “There they are!!! Angela? You remember Julia? And this is her darling Sammy.” I started to reach, but my own little darling had a death grip on my right hand. So I reached with my left, “Hi Julia, it’s been much too long.” Then I tried to put on my kindest smile as I reached for Sammy’s hand, “So nice to MEET you Sammy… Francine has told me so MUCH about you! My… that’s a darling dress you have. Did your Mommy get that for you? You look just ADORABLE!!!” It worked for the most part. She blushed a little at all my compliments, but she took my hand and even tried to do a little dip of a curtsey. I turned my attention back to Julia, “She’s just DARLING. Julia?? This is my own little darling—Cindy.” I smiled as all eyes in the room turned to my own little darling and I saw her face blush. I felt my chest swell a little with pride as she tried to mimic Sammy’s little ‘dip’ of a curtsey. Don’t worry baby… we’ll work on that… you’re doing great! Before anything else was said, Francine clapped her hands and gestured, “Now that we’re all here, let’s have a seat before it gets cold. Ladies? If you’ll help your little darlings find their seats…” … As per usual, Francine had each place setting identified with a place card. Julia and I were at each side of Francine at the head of the table, our ‘little ones’ next to us, across from each other. --- --- --- I was grateful for Mommy holding my hand. When Francine greeted us and introduced Julia and Sammy, it was obvious which was which. Sammy’s dress was as juvenile as my own. But with one difference that I suppose only I would notice. Sammy’s dress had a definite allowance for her chest. I really am the ‘baby’ in this group. She looks like about 30 and even in that dress I can tell she wears a larger bra than me. My dress was long enough I knew my diaper wasn’t showing. But a tiny part of my brain told me, ‘They all know anyway…. Know that I’m a little diaper girl…’ Brunch was pleasant enough. I noticed Sammy got a small dish of strawberries. Francine or someone had said something about how she liked them. I squirmed a little when Mommy started to cut up my waffle, but then I saw Julia doing it for Sammy at the same time, so I didn’t complain or say anything. Sammy and I were both silent as the ‘grownups’ started to chat a bit. Mommy asked Julia how she had been and boring stuff. I watched as Sammy started eating. I picked up my own fork and took a bite. Julia must have noticed our silence. She gently wiggled her elbow towards Sammy and said, “Sammy? Why don’t you tell Cindy about your new dolly?” Sammy’s heart didn’t seem in it. She looked at me and said, “It’s… it’s just a Barbie doll. With a car.” I nodded silently. Mommy picked up the ball for me with, “Oh, is that the convertible? I remember having that when I was a little girl.” But then she decided to include me, “Cindy dear? Why don’t you tell Sammy about some of your toys?” I blushed for a second… My favorite toy? It’s about eight inches and has three different vibration settings… But I didn’t say that. Mommy wants me to be a good girl. So instead, I said, “I… I have a teddy bear. And… and a coloring book that I like to draw in.” Mommy looked at me. I’d never shown her my drawing book. It wasn’t exactly childish, but it was true. And I did have a teddy bear; Mommy knew about that of course. I had brought it with me that first night when I pleaded with her to let me sleep in her bed. Sammy seemed to loosen up a bit. She added, “My cousin Shelly likes to play video games. And she has some blocks, and a dump truck.” I just looked at her. Then she went on, “Miss Beth’s house has all sorts of toys for little ones. A tea set, blocks, cars, and trucks, lots of stuff.” Then she brightened up and turned to look at Miss Francine, “Nanna? Can I take Cindy out back and show her the playhouse?” All eyes turned to the end of the table. Miss Francine smiled and answered, “In a little while, finish your waffle and strawberries first sweetie.” When I looked back at Sammy, she already was pushing a fork full of food into her mouth. Nanna… I suppose. Yeah, I can’t quite see Francine, all prim and proper, going by the name of ‘grandma’. There was a gentle tap on my thigh as Mommy whispered, “You too sweetie, have a little more to eat. Then you can go play.” I did just as Mommy asked. I wanted to be a good girl for her. No spankings for little Cindy. … It wasn’t long and Sammy was tugging at Julia’s sleeve, “Now Mommy?” Julia gave her a smile and nodded. The effect on Sammy was notable. She practically jumped out of her chair and rushed around the far end of the table as she said excitedly, “Come on Cindy! Wait until you see it! Nanna made it special, just for me and Shelly!!” She was reaching for my hand and started tugging. I glanced at Mommy, she was smiling kindly and said softly, “Go ahead sweetie… Just remember my new rule.” I let Sammy lead me away. … It really was a ‘playhouse’. I mean, it may have started out as some gardener’s potting shed. But the outside was painted in soft playful colors. Inside the floor had soft playmats everywhere except a small square by the door. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling and walls. They suddenly glowed as Sammy flipped a switch. It’s what any child would want… a small table with a tea set, a small day bed for naps, and toys. Children’s toys piled in the corners. Trucks, cars, dolls, a pull train of about four cars, a doll house, a little ‘play kitchen’ with a pretend stove and cabinets… I stared, trying to take it all in. There were a couple of shelves with some sort of games. But Sammy was already talking as she went to a small screen and started pushing buttons, “Come on, you can be Luigi, we can race.” As I walked towards her, she had grabbed a game controller and plopped down right on the floor. She pointed at the other game controller and said, “You can have the good controller, this one has a sticky button. If you’re not used to it, it can be tricky.” It was clear what she expected of me. So, I shrugged, picked up the controller and sat down beside her as she navigated the menus for the first race. … We decided to have a series, four out of seven. But she won the sixth race, giving her four wins to my two. With the outcome decided, we quit that and she crawled over to the doll house. I watched as she crawled, her dress rode up in the back and I could see she had a cute butt, and a diaper covering her kitty. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like maybe one or two of the unicorns covering the diaper had faded. She wears diapers just like me. And… and I think she wet hers already. But then the view was gone as she sat down and picked up a doll. She started explaining, “This is Becky… and this one is her girl friend Crystal. They like to go for rides in their car.” I watched as she put two dolls into a toy car and started pushing it along the floor. Just playing like any little girl. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and followed along. I put a toy zebra and elephant in the toy truck and pushed it, saying simply, “vroom…. Vroom….” Sometime later, there was a knock and the door opened. It was Katherine carrying a tray. She came in saying, “Thought you two might like a little snack.” She moved the tea set to one side on the small table and set the tray down as she said, “Some chips, a couple cookies, and some cold juice.” Sammy squirmed and started crawling towards it as she said, “Thanks Miss Katherine… C’mon Cindy, I’m thirsty.” I crawled after her and again I could see her diaper. There definitely were fewer unicorns on it now. But she just plopped down on her bottom and reached for what looked like a sippy cup. She put it to her lips and took a long sip. She smacked her lips with a loud, “Ahhhhh,” as she lowered it and reached for a potato chip. Miss Katherine was already going out the door as she called out, “You two have fun now, be good.” I sat on the floor with Sammy and reached for the other sippy cup. It was cool and tasty. As I reached for some peanuts, I asked, “So who exactly is Shelly? I thought someone told me that Sarah’s husband was Michael?” She paused and looked in her lap. Had I gone too far? Did I touch a nerve or something? How am I supposed to find out things without asking? I knew there was something though, so I lowered my voice and tried to change the subject, “Never mind, you don’t need to answer…” She seemed to sit up and square her shoulders a bit. Then she said, “Something you need to know Cindy. I was a victim of an assault. It… it’s been a while and I’m getting therapy.” I froze. I didn’t understand much yet, but for her to say that I knew it was something serious. But she went on, “Since then I… I can’t stand to be alone with… around anyone that has a penis. Michael IS Aunt Sarah’s husband. But… but he likes…” She tipped her head back, looking up at the ceiling. Then she blurted it out, “Michael IS Shelly. He likes to dress up as a little girl sometimes. And when he does… I … I can be around him and play when he’s little Shelly because… because….” I nodded and finally understood. I understood why last night Francine had said something about a ‘lock’. I finished for her, “Because he puts his penis in a cage and locks it… so it can’t hurt you…” She nodded and wiped her eyes. I reached and hugged her tight. She lay her head against my shoulder for a few seconds. When she started to try and sit up, I hugged tighter and whispered, “Not yet… don’t worry… I haven’t got a stupid cock either.” She giggled and pushed again, sitting up. She acknowledged, “I know that. My mommy told me and I trust her completely. In the past, I often needed to see for myself, but I believe you.” I lifted the front of my dress and held open the front of the waistband of my diaper saying, “You can look… but I promised my mommy… no touches…” She giggled again and glanced. But she didn’t lean over so I’m not sure she could really see. She made a fist and gently punched my arm, saying, “Naughty… My Mommy said the same thing. No touches….” I released the waistband, letting it snap back and then smoothed out my dress a little. When I thought about two girls in diapers, doing ‘touches’… I blushed. I turned and reached for a cookie quickly. Then I said, “Just as well… boys are STOOPID….” She suddenly laughed out loud and exclaimed, “I say the SAME THING!!!! STOOOOOPIDDDD!!!” I laughed as well. She was smiling, and that made me feel good inside. Good that she shared her secret with me. We now had a bond of sorts. We both think boys are stupid. She shared something with me. And frankly, I was curious. I had never met in person, others like me, that play at being ‘little’. I shifted direction slightly and asked, “Can I ask you something? When did you first figure out you like being in diapers and being a little girl?” She took it well, she reached for the last chip and said, “I think around… maybe 10? This neighbor had a baby girl and I just… started thinking about it. Thinking about what it’s like, to not care about the potty, having someone take care of me like that. You?” I shrugged and told her some of my story, “I think it was around my first period. Wearing a pad and all that. It… well it felt nice having something right there. And I started thinking, “Sheesh… this is as bad as wearing a diaper again! So one evening when I was baby-sitting a little girl, I tried one of hers on and wore it home.” She looked at me, “And it fit?” Now it was my turn to blush and open up a bit. “Yeah, I’ve always been smallish. Getting teased about… “ I put a hand to my chest and looked down. But then I sat up straight again and said, “It was a little tight, but I sort of stole several more from that house over about a year. I was seriously bummed when the little girl was potty-trained.” She leaned in a little and whispered, “I remember the first time buying my own at the store… I almost had a heart attack, it was beating so hard.” I went wide-eyed and exclaimed, “I KNOW!! Right? I mean there right there in the store. For people to buy all the time. But the first time I took a pack to the checkout…” Then she nodded and sat up again saying, “It’s easy now. Mommy buys them online and has them delivered.” Then she lifted the front of her dress a bit and said, “See? Unicorns. But I also have teddy bear ones like what you’re wearing.” Then she grabbed her sippy cup and took a drink. When she finished it, she put it down and asked, “How about a board game. Parcheesi? Or Sorry?” … Over the board game, we chatted some more. I told her about my recent adventure of wearing a diaper to work. Mommy changing me at lunch time. I left out the part about me masturbating at my desk while Mommy talked to me over the phone. She’d worn to work only a couple times. But loved the weekends when she could wear all weekend. It was really nice, talking with another about everything and anything. I didn’t ask her about her sex life with Julia though. And I made it a point not to bring up anything about my mommy’s strapon. Sort of tip-toed around anything to do with something that might remind her of a penis. We were sitting on the floor on opposite sides of the table playing Parcheesi when her mommy Julia knocked and came in. She smiled and asked, “How are you two getting along? Having fun?” Sammy answered, “Yes Mommy… see? We’re playing Parcheesi. Before that I beat Cindy at Mario races.” Then she pointed, “Miss Katherine even brought us some snacks.” I sat quietly as Julia slipped a shoulder bag off her arm as she spoke, “My.. that does sound like fun. But I think it’s time we change somebody’s diaper sweetie. You’ve been in that same diaper since we left the house this morning.” Sammy went quite and gave me one sideways glance as she whispered, “Okay Mommy…” Then she just squirmed a little and lay down on the floor where she was sitting and pulled up her dress.” I stared as Julia pulled a fresh unicorn-decorated diaper from the bag and a small box of wipes. Then she knelt between Sammy’s legs and started. Just like my own Mommy, she was smiling as she undid the tapes, making running commentary, “Goodness… my little tinkle pants really soaked this one…” I saw Sammy nod her head quietly. I didn’t really mean to stare, but I did anyway. I stared as this woman had her kitty exposed to me as if it was an everyday thing. I stared at the simple bare folds between her legs. No sign of any razor stubble at all. And the other woman, getting a wet baby wipe and wiping those same folds. I imagined it looked just like how Mommy cleans me up. Gently wiping and stroking. My hand drifted between my legs, and I realized my own diaper was wet as I held it against my own kitty. But in a way, Julia was just tender and loving. Not about to start something in front of me. Sammy lifted her hips and the wet diaper was replaced by a clean one. But then, Julia did something. Something that instantly reminded me these two women were lovers. Not just an innocent ‘child’, Sammy was a sexual creature. Julia leaned down and tenderly, slowly, gently kissed Sammy right there. Right on her kitty. She lingered for only a moment, then lifted away. Sammy’s hips lifted only a tiny bit before Julia pulled the fresh diaper up between her legs, covering her and taping her in snug. As Julia rolled up the wet diaper, Sammy’s voice whispered, “Thank you Mommy…” Then she looked over at me and smiled. I managed a weak smile back at her for a moment. “How about you Cindy? Do you need me to change yours??” I jerked and looked up at Julia. My hand squeezed against my diaper. I WAS wet. But I had promised Mommy. And I was sure a kiss from Julia like that would cross the line. I stammered, “Uh…n…no thanks Miss Julia…I… I’m not wet.” She gave me a knowing smile and paused, then she said, “All right, I’ll mention it to your Mommy to be sure to check your diaper later.” I nodded and watched as she turned to leave. --- --- --- When Julia reported that my Cindy was almost certainly wet, but declined to have Julia change her, I felt some relief. I had told Cindy her diaper stays on, but we hadn’t discussed needing to be changed because she had wet. But true to her word apparently, Cindy was a good girl and refrained from anything… ‘naughty’. Julia, Francine, and I had all retired to the living room while Katherine cleared away brunch. I wondered for a moment what it must be like to have a dedicated servant to do the housework. But soon we were chatting about all sorts of things. But it was inevitable that the conversation swung around to our respective partners. Francine broached the subject with, “So Julia, is little Sammy still seeing a therapist? How’s that going for her?” Julia nodded, “Yeah, every couple of weeks usually. She’s doing a lot better. Of course, sometimes by the end of the day, she needs to retreat into her little girl. I just diaper her up and cuddle her. Feed her a bottle sometimes.” Francine nodded a little and complimented Julia, “Well, you just take care of the poor thing. I’m sure she knows how much you love her.” But then she turned her attention towards me. She sat demurely, hands folded in her lap and asked, “And you Angela? That little Cindy of yours seems so innocent and sweet…” I blushed just a little and told her the truth, “Well… not THAT innocent. You saw what she did last night.” Francine let out a little giggle and smiled, replying with, “Oh yes, we all saw that…” Julia was feeling left out and shifted a little to sit on the edge of the sofa. She asked a bit excitedly, “What? What did she do? Angie? Did you spank her???” Francine laughed and told her, “No…. no… she’s not a little troublemaker like Shelly. She just had a little too much wine. Then she cuddled in Angela’s lap and played with herself. She looked so cute, cuddled up in her pajamas with her mommy, her hand in her diaper.” Julia rocked back and laughed a bit. She then exclaimed, “That little… I swear, what is it about ‘diaper girls’… love showing off…” I got a little defensive and retorted, “Not any worse than that Sammy of yours. I saw her doing the exact same thing when I visited you and Sarah. Right in front of Shelly when he couldn’t do a thing about it! He was whimpering so much Sarah had to whip out her tit to help him calm down. Bit of a tease if you ask me.” Julia glared at me a moment, but Francine jumped in before it went too far, “Now girls… Don’t fight. We all know the little darlings get horny when they get to dress up and have play time. It’s one of the reasons we love them so much.” Then she added, “And it’s probably a good thing for Shelly to be… denied a bit. You know he has a… staying power… issue.” I shrugged a little at that. Sarah had mentioned it once that he goes off pretty fast. Like that Jimmy I used to babysit. I could barely get his diaper taped up sometimes and… quickest money I ever earned. Katherine interrupted quietly, “I’ve finished the dishes madam. Miss Angela? Would you like me to pack your bags and bring them down?” I looked at my phone; it was getting close to the time to leave. I wasn’t thrilled with having to drive in the late afternoon traffic. I answered her, “That would be nice Katherine. But leave out a diaper for Cindy. I’m sure she’ll need a change before we leave.” --- --- --- After a couple more rounds of Parcheesi, we found some coloring books. We sat on the floor at the low table and colored. As we did, we talked about all sorts of things. About our work, how we met our ‘mommies’, just stuff. Turns out, Sammy was into girls’ soccer at school. When she started coloring in the book with all the puppies, I corrected her when she got the name of one wrong. That led to us talking about our favorite shows. But then Miss Katherine knocked once and stepped in to say, “Okay little ones… Your mommies say it’s time to leave.” We both slumped our shoulders and let out a disappointed, “Aww…. So soon??” She just nodded and made it clear, “Yes little ones. You can leave things, I’ll straighten them up later. You best get a move on, or I’m sure there will be a paddle in your future.” At that, I went wide-eyed and stared at Sammy. She blushed bright red and whispered, “Yes Miss Katherine.” We both rose from the floor and walked past Miss Katherine as she held the door open for us. On the way across the garden, I whispered, “You really get paddled?” Sammy nodded and whispered, “Sometimes… It… it helps me be a good girl.” Just as we reached the porch I had to ask, “But doesn’t it HURT?!?!?” She stopped with her hand on the door and whispered, “Yeah… but I get extra cuddles afterwards and… and I can’t explain… I feel better sometimes after a good cry.” Then she tugged at the door and went inside. I followed behind her to the living room where the other women were standing, saying their goodbyes. “THERE THEY ARE!!!” Julia exclaimed as we walked in. She reached for Sammy and pulled her into a hug just as I felt a hand on my shoulder and Mommy did the same with me. I felt a kiss on my head as my face was pressed against her under her chin. When her arms relaxed, she gently pushed me away enough to look into my eyes and ask, “Did you and Sammy have a good time? Were you a good girl and follow my rules?” ‘Follow my rules’… as in, keep my diaper on and not make out with Sammy? I blushed a little and nodded as I answered, “Yes Mommy, we had fun and I was a good girl.” I looked and Miss Francine was hugging Julia and Sammy as she said, “It was wonderful of you to come. So glad you could make it. Be sure and call me when you get home so I know you arrived safely.” Miss Julia assured her she would and they started for the door. But then I felt Mommy’s hand on my bottom. She simply said, “I figured you’d need a change. Lay down here on the couch sweetie and we’ll get you fixed up.” My head swiveled between Mommy and the three at the door. I felt a little panic at the thought of being changed just then. When I looked back at Mommy she was picking up a diaper that had lain on the coffee table, waiting for me. “But… but Mommy….” I tried to protest as Mommy guided me backwards, having me sit, then lay across the sofa. She was already lifting up my dress when I heard Sammy calling from the open door, “Bye Cindy… Hope we can play again sometime…” I reflexively answered, “Bye…” I felt the tug of Mommy’s fingers on my diaper’s adhesive tapes as I watched them leave, Miss Francine closing the door after them. I felt the cool rush of air against my kitty as I watched Miss Francine. But instead of walking to another room, she walked straight towards me and I noticed her eyes. They weren’t looking at my red face. They were staring right at my naked kitty. Watching as I inhaled from the touch of a cold baby wipe. She didn’t say a word; there was just a glimmer of a smile. She… she’s staring… enjoying my humiliation. Enjoying seeing me being treated like… like a little girl. I felt a tap on my hip and lifted them, Mommy pulled out my soggy diaper. But she wasn’t going very fast. She unfolded the clean diaper as Miss Francine continued to stare. Mommy mumbled as she turned the diaper around in her hands, then turned it again, “now… which way does this go…” Come ON!!! Mommy!!! You’ve diapered me a bunch now… you…. You’re just stalling… Giving her time to stare…. “Ah yes, the larger teddy bear goes in front… Up now sweetie…A little higher now…” she finally said sweetly. I felt my face blush bright red as Miss Francine watched me lifting my hips. Lifting higher, showing off my kitty to her. I was suddenly very aware that I was hairless as this prim and proper woman stared at my ‘girly bits’. Finally, I felt Mommy’s hand guide my hips back down and tug the soft padding up over me, finally hiding my kitty from Miss Francine’s stare. As Mommy taped my diaper closed, Miss Francine turned and walked a few steps, picking up the silver bell and ringing it gently. As Mommy helped me up and smoothed out my dress, Miss Katherine came in carrying our suitcases. Then hugs all around and we were out the door. … Once on the freeway, I commented, “You enjoyed that didn’t you. Showing me off, letting Francine stare while you changed me?” She got a smile on her face as she answered, “Maybe a little. I’m proud of you… I told you before, you’ve got a perfect pussy.” After a pause, she added, “You didn’t really mind anyway did you? I know you get a little thrill being treated like a silly toddler.” Then after a mile or two of silence, she went on to say, “Besides, I bet her and Katherine are doing it right now. What’s the harm in giving them a little kick-start?” I blinked and thought for a moment about that nude painting. Those two women… Naked… doing… ‘it’. Then I asked, “You really think so? At their age? How do you suppose they even…” She interrupted with, “Cindy…. They do it however they want. It’s not really any of your concern. But yes, I’m sure they enjoy a fulfilling sex life.” Then she whispered, “Just as we enjoy ours.” … We rode in silence for a while. But that idea I had the other day resurfaced. We still had an hour or so to go. I figured it was as good as time as any to bring it up. It wasn’t easy, “Angela? Remember that night that you… with your strapon?” She glanced at me, then back at the road. Finally, she replied, “Yes… I remember. Did you want me to bend you over and fuck you like that again sometime?” Her calm frankness seemed to help. I stared straight ahead, looking at the large truck in front of us as I said, “Not exactly…” When she didn’t say a word, I took a breath and continued, “Remember… remember what I said just as you bent me over? I… I said….” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. The silence was stretching out to eternity. Like the centerline of the road. It seemed to go on and on… then she said quietly, “You said… not in your ass…. Is that it?” I nodded and stared down into my lap. I couldn’t look at her, but I know she must have glanced over at me. Then she said just as quietly, “You want me to fuck you in the ass. Is that it sweetie? I thought you didn’t like that.” I took another breath and whispered, “I… I’ve never tried it. Just a finger a few times. But I was thinking about it and…” She reached one hand into my lap to take my hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze as she said, “All right Cindy… we can try that. Just not tonight. I want to… I want to make it special for you.” I felt a relief crash over me like a wave. I had said it. She didn’t make fun of me, she didn’t judge. She simply said we could try it. That she’d try and make it something special. … When we unpacked, I was surprised. Right on top of my things, was an empty baby bottle. It had a thin pink ribbon tied tightly around the nipple with a card. The card read, “For Baby Cindy. From Miss Katherine and Nanna.” When I showed Mommy she oohed and aahed, “How sweet! See sweetie? I told you, they really are a couple of sweet ladies.” Then at bedtime, I was a good girl for Mommy. I kissed her special place while her fingers ran through my hair. And for being so good, Mommy let me do ‘humpies’ against her leg in my diaper. And for doing THAT… I was rewarded with her nipple as we fell asleep. To Be Continued  

Any more like this?  Sort of a cross between Keeperverse and Diaper Dimension.