Sissy Room

I got up this morning and had to go and really felt like being diapered. So I grabbed an ABU PeekABU disposable diaper and got diapered up. I flooded it with my overnight pee and then loaded it up with a big soft poopy.  I sat down in my recliner and felt the soft,  warm and sticky mess squish all over my butt cheeks, up my butt crack and up my crotch area between my legs and to the back of my nut sack. I haven't been diapered in quite a while and it feels absolutely amazing. 

When you talk about plastic pants, size varies so much between different brands.  Some size large are so tight they barely fit over a diaper, while other brand's size large hang like a tent.  

Hi   Pan girl here

I just wear for fun and I do relax and pee quite often while diapered, lots of little pee-pees. When it comes to pooping,  I usually just push it out because I love sitting in my messy diaper. 

It may not be 'Monday', but Mommy has plans... A bit different, let me know what you all think??? Chapter 58 I woke up with Mommy’s nipple in my mouth. What could ever be better than this? But as I shifted a little, it came to me. What could be better is if my ‘morning wood’ wasn’t trapped in this chastity cage. Sigh…. Mommy said two more days. That’s not until Monday. I reached between my legs as Mommy broke my suction with her finger pressing against my lips. She winked at me as she sat up, saying, “How’s my brave little man today? Ready to go fight off a dragon?” I smiled a little at her words. They reminded me of last night’s party where everyone had been so nice, saying how I was a hero to everyone. “brave little man’… Not your precious baby girl today. Wonder if she’ll want my ‘Tammy’ side to help with chores tomorrow… It’s getting easier for me at times. One day her precious baby girl; even curled my hair yesterday. Then her ‘brave little man’. And hopefully by Monday, her lover again. God this has been a rough week. Even that spanking… But you know what? She loves me and takes care of me. After all, how many women will breastfeed their lover and change his diapers… Even if she does tease me and embarrasses me in front of our friends a little. I really don’t mind. In fact… She had gone to the bathroom while I lay with my hand on my diaper. And as my thoughts had reviewed my new life, my cock was straining inside my cage. My hand rubbed as I had to admit to myself, thinking about my new life made me horny. ”Sweetie, rubbing it will only make your peepee ache more.” I jerked my hand away as Mommy returned, tugging her nightgown off as she smiled at me. “Yeah, I know. I was just thinking about how much my life has changed,” I stretched and started to sit up. But before I could stand, she walked towards me and stood in front of me. Naked except for her panties, she reached and put a hand on my shoulder. She looked into my eyes and asked gently, “You don’t have any regrets, do you? I mean, if there’s ever anything you want to talk about? You know I want you to be happy.” Seeing those gorgeous boobs and looking up into that face, framed with that jet black hair, I felt myself smiling. Then I giggled and answered, “The only regret I have right now is that I put this thing on my cock.” She winked and reminded me, “Well it was YOU… not me that put it on. And I’ve had to suffer too, having it locked away.” Then she leaned closer and planted her lips on mine. I felt her tongue push gently, I let it in and we kissed passionately. Next, I reached my arms around her. I fell backwards, pulling her on top of me as our tongues danced. She didn’t stop me as my hands explored, down her back, cupping her bottom. I pushed her panties down a little and squeezed her butt. Of course, this just made my cock throb more and I lifted my hips gently, pushing my trapped member against her. After a few seconds of heavy petting, her hips grinding against my wet diaper; it turned out she was the one with the willpower to stop. As she used her arms to lift herself up, she smiled and said, “Just a little longer sweetheart. A little longer and we’ll both have some relief.” Then she climbed off me and went to the closet. I watched in dismay as she grabbed some sweatpants and shirt and tugged them on. She grabbed her hairbrush and with a few quick strokes through her hair, she put it down and asked, “You’ve had your morning milk, would you like a little coffee to go with that?” I giggled a little and nodded, sitting up again. … She let me have a couple bites of her waffle for breakfast. Then she took me back upstairs, changed my diaper and decided her ‘little boy’ could wear some casual jeans and a shirt for a while. “Why don’t you go play one of your games for a bit darling. Take your mind off things and relax this morning. I’ll call you when it’s lunch time,” was her advice. So that’s what I did. Mind you, my gaming machine was in the guestroom/nursery, but I was soon focused on slaying monsters and finding treasures. Sometime mid-morning, Mommy stopped at the door to ask, “How’s it going sweetie?” I paused and looked up. She had her hands on the door jamb, one holding some piece of paper. I answered, “Pretty good. I’m redoing this level from a different starting point. Mix things up a bit you know.” I nodded my head towards her hand and asked, “What’s that?” She looked at the paper in her hand and answered casually, “Oh this? Just a little project I’m working on. I wanted to print out some stuff so I could be sure I had it right.” Then she gave me a smile and started to leave, “Well mixing things up can be fun sweetie. Get back to your game, I’ll call you soon when lunch is ready.” Then she was gone and I un-paused my game again. … I was about to start a boss-battle when I heard Mommy calling, “Tommy sweetie… come down for lunch now. Mommy fixed something special for you.” I was tempted to keep playing, but thought… No, I should just pause. I can finish this after lunch. I need to be a good boy for Mommy. But when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I found a sweatshirt lying on the floor. A few steps later, sweatpants. Then a pair of panties… Wait… isn’t this what Mommy was… “Mooo!!!!” What the… did I just hear Mommy say…. “Mooo!!!!” There it was again. I walked quickly towards the kitchen and there, bent over the counter, stark naked, was Mommy. She had a small rope wrapped loosely around her wrists behind her back. “Mommy?? Are you….” She jerked her head a little and whispered, “Read that….MOOOOO!!!!!!” There, next to her on the counter was that paper, folded. Written in pen on the top part that showed, was, “READ ME. It’s SWITCH day.” The word ‘switch’ was double-underlined. I picked it up and unfolded it. It was neatly printed in some old-school scroll-type font. I read it twice: //// “Dear Lord Thomas, As your royal veterinarian, I must congratulate you on your having acquired a new Milkmaid. I’ve examined her for you and find she is of good stock and should provide you with years of quality milk. To ensure that she provides the highest quality output, I recommend the same Milkmaid treatment that I’ve proscribed for others. It is best if you ‘mark’ your new Milkmaid by depositing as much of your seed as possible in her backside. This will ensure her milk has your distinctiveness. I’ve taken the liberty of applying some suitable lubricant for your comfort m’lord. I’ve inserted the usual stimulator, but after you’ve marked her, it would be best to put her absorbent garment on before strapping her into the milking chair. Make sure she is well secured in the milking chair, then attach the milking machine. I’m sure if you vary the settings of the milking machine and the stimulator, you can find a combination of settings that will produce satisfactory output. Of course, while milking her you may wish to ‘adorn’ her with more of your seed to ensure there is no doubt who owns her now. Your faithful servant, <some unreadable handwritten scrawl> P.S. If her ‘mooing’ becomes annoying, by all means use the ‘milking bit’ provided next to the milking machine.” ///// I was stunned. Then I read it again. I looked around as she wriggled her hips and arms. There, next to her was a flashlight-sized plastic case with a wire leading out one end. I picked it up and noticed the wire led between her legs. I looked closer. A vibrator. And what’s this? I touched a finger between her cheeks… “applied some lubricant for your comfort…” “Moooooo….. Mooooo….” She was wriggling and twisted her head. There on the other side of her, a diaper. But on top of it was a small silver key. I knew that key. She’s switched. She wants me to… And…. There… by the table is the highchair that she bought for me…. Is this her way of paying penance for this past week?? She… “Moo Moo Mooooooooooo” It sank in finally and I understood. The ‘lord of the manor’ was about to take on some new livestock. I slapped her rump once and bellowed, “Quiet you cow!! You’re mine now, I’ve paid a pretty penny for you and now you’re mine.” She jumped a little but didn’t say anything. I continued, “First, we’re going to make sure you know who you belong too.” I started to take off my clothes as I saw her nodding her head and biting her lip. I reached for the silver key and sighed with relief as I removed the cage from my member. My cock quickly sprang to life. I stroked myself only a couple of times, it had been a week after all. As I stepped behind her, I hesitated. I whispered, “Are you sure? You’ve said you don’t really enjoy it back here…” She wriggled her shoulders, her wrists almost slipping from the rope she had wrapped around them. Then she whispered, “Yes Tom… tie my wrists tighter, fuck me in the ass and do as the letter said….” I raised my voice and slapped her ass one more time as I spoke with authority, “Quit that incessant mooing, or I’ll have to plug your mouth!!” Then I grabbed the loose end of the rope and did a proper job of tying her wrists tightly. She wriggled her hips and simple called out, “Moo….” I grabbed both cheeks and spread them as I positioned the head of my cock at her slick-covered backside. When I thrust…. She yelled… “MOOOOO!!!!!!” I gripped the knot of rope around her wrists with one hand, and somewhat like a rodeo rider, threw my other hand up in the air as I leaned back, tugging her wrists as I shoved my eager cock deep inside her. I was a bit surprised at just how tight it was. We’d never done anal before… well, she’s inserted things in me, but I’d never done this. It felt nice on my cock. I was soon pounding my hips against her cheeks. I yanked on the rope with each thrust, and I felt my balls starting to bump against the vibrator in her pussy. I realized for a fleeting moment that I hadn’t even turned ‘the stimulator’ on. But I wasn’t about to stop. Not after this past week. I was going to ‘deposit as much of my seed as possible’ up her ass and there wasn’t anything that would stop me. When she ‘mooed’ a couple of times, I just grunted and said things like, “Moo all you want. You’re my prized milk cow now.” Well, as much as I was enjoying it, it didn’t take me long. And the way her ass spasmed and gripped at my cock with each thrust, I suddenly grunted and leaned back, thrusting my hips hard against her as I pulled on her wrists, pumping my cum into her. She must have felt it because she lifted her head and looked directly ahead and moaned, “moo….mm….mmm….” Gasping, I let go of her wrists and pulled back, sliding out of her. I grabbed my shirt from the floor and wiped myself a bit. I leaned back against the counter next to her as my mind cleared. It had been good, but I was confused. It wasn’t Monday, and yet, she clearly gave me back the key. I leaned my head back and took several deep breaths as I relaxed, closing my eyes a moment. But then I heard her. It was soft and plaintive, “Moo…. Please Tom…. The letter…. Moo” I looked as her hips wriggled. Then I realized, while I had my relief, she was still…. ‘in heat’. She needed me to carry out the rest of her fantasy. Her fantasy of being a helpless farm animal, a ‘milkmaid’. I grabbed the diaper and unfolded it. I had her stand up straight so I could put it on her. The wire from the vibrator coming out the waist. I picked up the battery pack and turned her towards the breakfast table and the highchair. I said to her, “Come along now… let’s see just how much milk my new purchase can produce. I want to see if I got my money’s worth.” She went willingly. She squirmed a little and sat up in the highchair and I tucked the battery control pack between her legs for a moment. When I looked at the breast pump machine on the table, I noticed several pieces of that rope from the laundry room. I remembered the letter had said, “…make sure she is well secured…. Then attach the milking machine…” I grabbed a piece of rope and knelt down by her foot. Soon I had both feet secured to each leg of the chair. Then another one low across her hips to secure them to the seat. Finally, I grabbed the tail end of the one around her wrists and managed to knot it securely to one of the back legs. I noticed her hips were squirming as I looked into her eyes. No doubt the vibrator stuck in her pussy was still teasing her, but without being on, it just wasn’t enough to satisfy her. I turned and started fumbling with the breast pump. I’d never touched it before, but I had seen Mommy use it. I managed to secure the two cups on her nipples and flipped the switch. As soon as the soft, ‘whir-…click…. Whir…click…’ started, I heard her moan. I stared for a moment at the clear tubing as her milk started to flow. Then I reached and lifted the battery case from between her legs and found the on button. A small LED started pulsing slowly and I heard her purr quietly….”mooo……mmm  mooo….” I smiled and sat down next to her in a chair. Yes, this is what she needed. I could tell as her eyes fluttered and her knees spread wide. After a few seconds, she mooed a couple more times. I looked around and there it was. One of my larger pacifiers was next to the breast pump. I picked it up and smiled. Then I touched the button on the battery case and the LED started pulsing in groups. Several flashes then a pause, then several flashes again. The effect was for her to moan and whimper, saying ‘moo’ again. I tried to stay in character for her. I spoke loudly, in a somewhat complaining voice, “Oh for the love of…. Will you stop that inane mooing!!!” I pushed the pacifier between her lips. She blushed red and sucked it in. It started bobbing frantically as I saw her lean forward a little. But her wrists secured behind her limited her motion. I tried to be nonchalant as I picked up the small collection jar. I shook my head a little as I tried to sound disappointed, “Tsk tsk… is this all? No… that is not enough. Not nearly enough!!” I reached and twisted the knob on the breast pump a little. The ‘click… whir’ sounds became a little louder, a little faster. I listened as her breathing grew deep and I watched as she tried to thrust her hips forward. But the ropes held her as she moaned around the pacifier in her mouth. I watched as suddenly she lifted her hips and shivered in orgasmic bliss. I’d seen her climax enough times, I knew it was a good one for her. Then her stomach relaxed as she leaned back in the chair. She rolled her head to look at me and gave me a weak smile behind the pacifier in her mouth. I winked and then said, “No… not nearly enough. My veterinarian said you need a good long treatment the first time.” She furrowed her brow a little as I reached and turned up the breast pump intensity a little more. I wondered what the next setting on the vibrator would be like, so I pushed the button again. This time it barely flashed the LED dimly. Then it stopped. Then it flashed a little brighter, then it stopped. Then again, even brighter. It kept pausing, then flashed even brighter. It got so bright that I could even hear the vibrator making nose as she was squirming her hips and ground herself against the seat. I smiled as she looked at me, sucking on the pacifier even more. She started struggling against the ropes again. Frankly, I was getting a bit turned on. She did write it herself…. And she could ask me to stop… But she hasn’t… I reached and gripped my cock and slowly stroked as she tugged again at her bindings. I felt a little bit of satisfaction, watching her helpless. She sucked her pacifier and stared at my crotch as I stroked myself. I tried to think of the right thing to say. I saw the lust in her eyes as the battery case’s LED started over again, dim flashes growing brighter. I told her, “No… my manhood is for my lady… and my servant girls… not for a lowly milkmaid such as you.” She tilted her head back as she let out another moan. I watched as she struggled and ground her hips again. I stood up and got closer to her, my cock still in my hand. As I continued to stroke, I said, “Don’t worry, soon everyone in the county will know you belong to me. And I’ll be sharing your milk with every harlot that I take. They’ll ALL know it’s from you.” She was moaning again and I could tell another orgasm was building inside of her. She brought her head back down and stared at my cock as I stroked it. She didn’t shake her head, she didn’t spit out the pacifier. She just stared as her hips bucked against the rope across her. I watched her stomach starting to convulse. The sight of her starting to climax again pushed me over the edge. A part of me regreted it, but I kept jerking off and squirt my second load of cum all over her chest and stomach. As if it burned her, when it landed on her she tensed and convulsed, pulling hard at every rope as she climaxed for several seconds. As I finished pumping, I said, “That’s all milkmaids get… get covered in their owners seed…” I grabbed my shirt again and wiped my fingers. She went limp and sucked on the pacifier. I reached and lifted her chin. We stared into each other’s eyes. She seemed in a daze. I debated with myself. She’s done so much for me. She even spanks when I need that. I need to be here for her now. Be what she needs in this moment… I let go and turned. I pushed the button on the battery case again. This time the LED just came on full brightness and stayed on. I heard a whine. Then I reached and turned the breast pump to maximum. I heard an “EEEEEE!!!!” from her. I looked back at her and said, “My veterinarian said a full treatment for best results.” Then I turned and started towards the kitchen, adding, “I think I’ll have some lunch.” I kept one eye on her as I made a sandwich. My own cock was not able to rise to a third occasion, but I watched and listened as she struggled against the ropes. I grabbed a cold beer and took my sandwich back to the table. I tried to ignore her as she struggled, shaking the chair a little bit. After a long sip of beer, I merely mentioned, “That chair is pretty strong. I should know. You’re not going to get anywhere.” She was gasping and jerking as I pondered… Wonder if she’s getting sore?? Is that… yes, her diaper is stained yellow and swollen. Good thing I put her in one… I finished my sandwich and leaned back with my beer. She was straining against the ropes, leaning forward as far as her bound arms would let her. Her tits hanging free, yet the suction cups were still pulsing with the steady rhythm of the machine. She tried to lift her legs as I watched another wave of orgasm shudder through her body. Her muscles must be aching as she collapsed again. I finished my beer, picked up my plate and headed for the kitchen sink. As I was rinsing it off, I heard her spit out the pacifier and say loudly, “DENVER!!! Denver TOM!! Please…..” I slapped at the faucet to shut it off and ran to her. I switched off the breast pump and unplugged the wire from the battery case. She was slumped forward as I gently reached for her breasts. As I peeled off the suction cups, her nipples were swollen and red. No doubt they will be sore for a while, the machine was so intense. She was still breathing hard as I undid the rope across her hips. There was a red line where she had struggled against it. When I knelt to her feet, her ankles were similarly marked. I whispered, “I’m sorry, did I go too far. You could have said…” As I went around behind her to untie her wrists, she was able to whisper, “No Tom…. You didn’t go to far… I…. I’m just….” I helped her to stand up and started to reach for the tapes of the diaper. She put her hand on mine and whispered, “Not yet… get me to the bathroom. I need a shower….” I slipped my arm around her waist and she put her arm over my shoulders. I slowly helped her waddle to the stairs and up them. I realized she was waddling funny because she still had the vibrator in her pussy and the diaper was soggy and swollen. In the bathroom, after I started the shower water, I knelt down and tore open the tapes of the diaper. Then I understood why she wanted to wait. Even though it meant waddling through the house with the vibrator still in place. Not only was it soggy, but in the back was a small brown lump. Not only had she wet herself, she’d pooped as well. When she spread her legs a little, I caught the vibrator as it fell/squirted from her. She put her hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Help me in the shower, clean me up darling… but be gentle.” I did as she asked, stepping into the shower with her and gently washing her. Her bottom took a little extra time, between the lube she had applied and the mess she had made. I barely touched her nipples, just letting the warm water trickle over them. As to her pussy, I soaped it gently as she lifted one leg and put it on the edge of the tub to spread herself a little. I took a moment to wash myself as well. Apparently, a week in a chastity cage can start to smell. Not to mention that I had put it up her ass. Once out of the shower, I started to dry her off. But I could see how sore her nipples were, so instead of rubbing with the towel, I just gently held the towel against her breasts, gingerly blotting. She found her voice again, “That was incredible Tom. Help me to bed, I need a nap after all that.” Again, I put my arm around her waist and walked her to the bedroom. As we entered the door she whispered, “Put a diaper on me Tom, I’m not sure I trust myself right now.” I grabbed one from the dresser as I walked her over to the bed. I let go of her long enough to spread the diaper open on the bed, then gently guided her to sit on it and lay back. I looked at her for a moment as she lay there. Her eyes already closed, one hand on her own tummy, the other flung up by her disheveled black hair. She was motionless as I adjusted the diaper and brought it up between her legs. I managed to tape it securely and she still hadn’t opened her eyes, nor moved a muscle. I figured she had passed out, so I bent over her and gently kissed her forehead as I whispered, “Sweet dreams.” As I turned and started to leave, I heard her voice suggest softly, “Let’s get married…” I paused and looked back. She hadn’t moved a muscle. Her eyes were still closed. Post sex bliss? Is she serious? Does she want an answer right now..??? I thought I was the clear-headed one right now, so I simply whispered, “We can talk later… get some rest.” To Be Continued