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Incontrol Bedry and gary Euroflex pants

Bedry Incontrol for today, Crinklz tonight.

Sorry, I guess I read too much into it. But as I say, you do you, just the way you like, as often or as rare as you like. You DID mention the price, so I suggested the Supreme as a slightly cheaper alternative. Still soft and thick between the legs, with a bit of that 'crinkle' to remind you what you're wearing. But that's fine. I myself am not 24/7 or any such, I enjoy them both as an 'indulgence' sometimes, and a thrill. Have fun.

Sorry for delays... 'life' happens. Hope this is worth the wait... Chapter 7 I woke up sometime in the night. Cindy was snuggled down between me and the back of the couch.  I managed to untangle myself from her arms and not fall on the floor. My top and bra were still tangled as I stood up, so I shucked them away. There was some light coming in the windows. I walked over to investigate. Totally nude, I slid back the balcony door and stepped out. For a moment, I thought of myself as some Greek goddess… Selene, mother of the night and moon. So freeing, the cloak of night. I’m totally nude and feel completely free, as if there’s no one else in the world awake… It’s so bright… I craned my neck around the corner a little and saw it. The clouds had all cleared and a full moon was the source of the brightness. I gently gripped the railing and threw back my head to embrace the night air. What would it be like to just live naked all the time… Everyone seeing everyone else just as they are, ‘warts and all’ as they say. No need to hide anything, no shame… I reached with my right hand down to my bush. The gentle breeze tickled gently. Maybe not completely… maybe if I just trimmed… But the night air was starting to feel cold, my nipples were starting to stiffen, so I turned and went back inside, gently sliding the door closed. She was still sleeping. The idea of just grabbing my clothes and leaving in the dead of night flicked across my mind for just a moment. But no, I’ve had that done to me and couldn’t do that to her. Instead, I found my jeans and fished my phone out. I set my alarm extra early to give me time to take that ‘walk of shame’ back to my place in the morning. Then I gently woke her up and whispered, “Come on baby… Let’s get baby’s diaper changed and tucked into bed.” I helped her up and walked with my arm around her, down the back hall to her bedroom. There was enough moonlight coming in through the bedroom window to find a clean diaper and change her. Then I slipped into the bed next to her and she nuzzled against me. I smiled when she took my nipple and gently sucked. Angie… you might regret this, but damn she’s everything you love about playing ‘mommy’. She needs me, but not overly ‘needy’. She’s cute and actually pretty sexy looking in those diapers. She’s great in bed. But what about outside the bedroom? She DID acknowledge that Gretchen woman. Maybe we can make it work… She stirred and reached for me. I draped my arm over her shoulders and went back to sleep. --- --- I was all cozy when I heard a strange beeping. Then someone next to me stirred and the beeping stopped. I stretched and opened my eyes. My bedroom. And ‘Mommy’. It was just getting light and I smiled as she leaned over to give my head a quick kiss. I murmured, “…’morning.” She gave me a quick smile as she stood up, still naked. She started for the bathroom, “Good morning sweetie, I need to pee.” As I saw the bathroom light click on, and then the door swing mostly closed, I reached between my legs. I knew I wet myself last night; but I was dry now. She must have changed me sometime in the night. And I’m in my bed now, she must have done that as well. The toilet flushed and she didn’t return right away. I heard some footsteps and then she was in my doorway, dressed again. She spoke gently, “I need to get home and shower, then get to work darling. Sorry…” I didn’t want her to go. I sat up and offered, “You could take a shower here?!?!  Stay a few more minutes???” She walked over to me, leaned over and kissed my cheek, “Tempting… But if I stay, we both might end up not going to work at all today. Best if I get on home.” I knew she was right, but I wanted to pout and throw a tantrum. I took a deep breath and then saw a look in her eyes. No, it wouldn’t work on her. And I want her to know I’m a good girl… at least some of the time. Instead, I reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze, telling her, “Have a good day Mommy. Call me or text when you can…” When I heard the front door click shut, I fell back into my bed and sighed. My bladder wanted attention and I debated with myself, diaper?? Or toilet?? I decided since she wasn’t here, and I couldn’t lounge around at home in it if I wet it, I shimmied off my diaper and used the toilet. Time to be a big girl Cynthia… … We didn’t see each other for a couple of days. I had to work late, not getting home until after seven. But Mommy texted me each night to make sure I put on a diaper for bedtime. I was getting used to sleeping in them every night. I would wake up dry, have my breakfast and coffee and tinkle in it. Then a quick shower and off to work. Friday had started the same. But just after lunch, I got a text message while researching through some law books in the large room used for both conferences and as a library. ///// “Hi baby, Mommy needs you to do something for me this afternoon.” “Hi Mommy! Sure, what do you need?” “The next time you go potty, I want you to tinkle in your panties.” “What? I can’t do that!!!” “Yes baby, just lift up your skirt, sit on the potty, and tinkle with your panties still on.” “But… but then they’ll be all wet?!?!” “As soon as you do, text Mommy.” “While still sitting on the potty, then Mommy will tell you what to do from there.” … … “Understand me baby? Say you’ll be a good girl, do as Mommy said.” … “I… I’ll be a good girl.” “Text me the moment you do. Byeeeee” ///// Sheesh…  wet my panties? But… but only little girls… What if someone… Just then, one of the paralegals came in to borrow a law reference. I quickly locked my phone and tried to seem busy. He stopped for a moment to ask if I needed anything and for some reason, I just blurted out, “A cup of coffee?  Black?” Now why did I… it’s just going to make me have to… gulp!  PEE!! He brought it back and I thanked him. I took a sip and tried to get more work done. But by two o’clock, my nerves and the caffeine teamed up against me and I had to visit the ladies’ room. I locked the door as always, it’s a small, single-person room. Then I stepped behind the divider and reached for my skirt, lifting. Then just as Mommy said, I sat with my panties still in place. It took a moment to relax. The familiar sitting on the potty helped, but still.. Then I heard the familiar sprinkling, but also a new sensation. Wetness spreading upwards, and back. I can’t believe she has me doing this… I can’t just walk around in wet panties the rest of the day. This skirt isn’t very thick, they’ll soak right through it… I gathered my skirt a little under my elbows and took out my phone. ///// “Mommy?  Mommy I wet my panties…” “Aww  poor baby girl.. *giggle*” “It’s okay sweetie… but you know what that means…” “Please Mommy… I can’t go around in wet panties…” “It means you spend the weekend in DI-PURRS!!!!” “<shiver> Mommy please….” “Be a good girl and do as I say.” “Carefully take them off and throw them in the trash.” “No more panties for BABY CINDY!!!” “Then wipe your little kitty as best you can and get back to work.” “But Mommy….” “But do NOT PLAY with kitty.” “Only BABIES in DI-PURRS do that.” “I wouldn’t do that at work!!!” “You better not!! Mommy will know.” “Now, off you go BABY CINDY… do as Mommy said.” “Yes Mommy.” “And text me when you’re leaving for home.” “Mommy will meet you at your place, to take care of BABY CINDY.” “Yes Mommy. Did.. Did I do good? Am I a good girl?” “A VERY GOOD GIRL…. Now… run along for now.” “Remember to message when you’re going home.” ///// She said I’m a good girl…. For wetting my panties… <shiver> I did as she said, careful to bury my shameful underwear under some paper towels in the bin. As I walked back to my office, my still damp skin sent a chill as the air curled upward under my skirt. It’s not like anyone can tell… Right?? Nobody needs to know that I… I just did that. But I kept thinking about tonight. Meeting Mommy after work, spending the weekend… in diapers. Because I’m a good girl… Mommy even said so. … Finally finishing up, I turned down an invitation from a couple of coworkers to have a drink and headed towards my car. The fresh breeze under my skirt reminded me I was ‘commando’, naked underneath my skirt. I’ve gone ‘commando’ a couple of times on weekends, or just for a little thrill to the corner store. But tonight it made me feel… vulnerable. With no pubes and no panties, I felt… a teeny bit scared. Like I was being naughty, but also wanting to cling to someone…. Someone like Mommy. Sitting in the car, keys not yet in the ignition, I texted. ///// “I’m on my way home now Mommy.” “Good girl. Meet you in your lobby.” ///// That’s all? Just…. Meet me there? Suddenly that’s all I could think about and all I wanted. I wanted to rush into Mommy’s arms. I almost ran a red light. I passed several cars and was thankful there were no cops around. I practically jogged from the parking lot to the front door of my apartment building and there she was. Standing up from the small bench by the elevator. I didn’t care if anyone else was around, I didn’t even look. I just rushed to her and hugged her tight. After a few seconds, she whispered, “I’m glad to see you too. Now, Mommy has our whole evening planned. Come along.” She took my hand and pressed the elevator button. I noticed she had a large handbag draped over her shoulder, but I was just happy to be holding her hand. Now I feel better… I feel safe with Mommy. She stood next to the buttons, so she pressed the ‘5’ button for my floor. As soon as the doors closed, she reached into her bag and pulled out a large white diaper. She just said simply, “Hold this for Mommy will you dear?” Not even in the door and… I held it nervously in my hand. Praying that nobody else would get on the elevator. When the doors opened and we stepped out, I started down the hall to my door. But she gently gripped my elbow, turning me back to face her. Before I knew it, her arms were around me and my face tilted upwards as she kissed me. I practically melted in her arms. Mommy is bigger and stronger, I feel like putty in her arms… I wanted her tongue to touch mine, but her lips didn’t part. Her hand reached and cupped my bottom as she broke the kiss and whispered, “Now… little ones that wet their panties… Mommy puts them in diapers. Understand?” She gently pushed away a little and looked into my eyes. I nodded and submitted, whispering, “Yes Mommy…” Then I felt her hands as she bent a little, grabbing at the sides of my skirt. EEP!!! Right here in the hall?!?!!? “Hold your skirt up for Mommy,” she was saying gently as she pulled it all the way to my waist. She took the diaper from me and my hands did her bidding. Here I was, standing in the hall in front of the elevator doors, flashing this woman with my naked kitty. She dropped to one knee as she unfolded the diaper and I was staring at the elevator doors, praying they didn’t suddenly open. Then I felt it. The familiar soft padding rubbing across my bare butt. The slight tightness of an elastic band wrapped around the top of my thigh as she pulled one tape snug. Then the other leg. She gently pushed the padding upward between my legs, gently pressing against my kitty. Her fingers pushed a little against the waistband of my skirt as she did the upper two tapes. One final pat against my bottom and she took my skirt from my hands to lower it and smooth it over the soft plastic material now cradling my ‘girly bits’. “There, that’s what Mommy’s good little girl wears this weekend, for wetting her panties,” she said as she gave my cheek a gentle peck and took my hand. I grinned as we finished the short walk to my front door and I opened it. *giggle* Yeah, I wet them because MOMMY TOLD ME TOO!!!  And somehow, I love this!! Inside, she got out her phone and tapped on it. I watched a moment. Then she looked up and said simply, “Give me your keys and phone darling.” I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I trusted her enough by now. I handed them over. I watched as she slipped them both into that large handbag. Without saying a word, she took my purse from me and set it on the table. Then she turned and went down the hall to my bedroom. I waited for a moment and then started to follow her. But she reappeared and took my hand, saying simply, “Come along baby, our ride will be here any minute.” As she led me back to the front door, I noticed that handbag seemed to be bulging more than it had before. Without my purse, she tugged me out the door. She pulled it closed and checked that it locked properly. I was confused. First, I wet myself just as she told me. Then she teases me that little girls that wet themselves get put in diapers. We meet at my place, but she diapers me in the hallway. Now we’re leaving again… “Where are we going?” I thought it was a perfectly reasonable question. Her perfectly reasonable answer was direct but rather short, “Out to dinner.” When the elevator doors opened in the lobby, there were some other residents waiting, arriving home themselves. I suddenly became very aware that my current underwear was crinkling rather loudly as we stepped past them. We stopped at the curb and she checked her phone. I saw her car in the third row. “Aren’t we taking your car?” I asked. Again, what I thought was a perfectly reasonable question. And again, her answer was perfectly reasonable, if not a bit curt, “Nope. Uber. Mommy’s not going to be in any condition to drive by the time we get back.” Just then, a car drove up and the driver leaned over, “Ride for Angela?” We got in and Mommy gave him the name of a restaurant. … When we arrived, the hostess took our name and said it would be about twenty minutes. Mommy nodded and pointed, “We’ll be at the bar.” As we each took a stool, I noticed we were next to two other women. The bartender came over and Mommy looked at me, “Strawberry daiquiri?” I nodded and Mommy ordered two. As I watched the lady bartender walk away, I watched as she spoke with a waitress for a moment. Then I looked around and it slowly dawned on me. Everywoman here seemed to be paired of with another. And every guy seemed to be… Or at least they all LOOKED like they were with someone of the same gender. That couple at the other end of the bar… well maybe the left one was trans… but I couldn’t be sure. I leaned over and whispered to Mommy, “Is this… is this a…” Before I could figure out just what I wanted to ask, she leaned her shoulder against mine and whispered, “Yes sweetie, it’s mainly LGBTQ+ folks here. Just relax and enjoy your drink. Nobody here is going to judge us.” I took a sip from my newly delivered cocktail and looked about. But after a minute or so, Mommy murmured, “Don’t stare sweetie, it’s just people being themselves. Enjoying a nice evening.” She gulped the rest of her drink and ordered two more. Then she leaned over and whispered, “In case you haven’t figured it out, we’re going to have a bite to eat, I’m going to get you drunk, take you back to your place, and ravish your body until we collapse in each other’s arms.” I almost chocked for a second as she sat up straight again and winked at me with a huge smile on her face. I reached for the fresh cocktail in front of me and mumbled as I brought it to my lips, “Well… as long as you have a plan…” We looked at each other and both burst out in a fit of giggles that attracted the attention of more than one fellow patron. For ‘dinner’, we shared several different appetizers. Cheese bits, chicken bites, chips and salsa. Nothing heavy. And some more daiquiris. We both noticed our waiter was the most…  so ‘campy’ and ‘limp-wristed’. He was like, “Oh you girls!!!  What can I get you two lovelies???” But he did his job, checked on us once in a while to get us refills or another platter of something.  Honestly, it was kind of a nice change of pace, not having him trying to hit on one of us. The more we had to drink, the more uninhibited we became. Mommy chided me for spilling some salsa, grabbing a napkin and wiping my front, “Tsk… poor baby. Does Mommy need to get you a bib? Maybe Jimmy can put your drink in a baba…” I just squirmed a bit and whispered, “Yeth Mommy.” Then I went ahead and did something to let her know I’m just her baby girl. I reached for her hand and put it up my skirt, whispering, “Mommy…. I tinkled…” Her hand squeezed as she leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue explored and I purred, spreading my legs for her. We both jerked when our waiter Jimmy asked, “Would you girls like your check so you can leave soon?” I blushed red as Mommy handed her credit card over. Then Mommy ordered an Uber ride for us. … It took Mommy to break our embrace when the elevator door opened. Otherwise, we would have ridden it back down to the lobby while groping at each other. As soon as I opened my apartment door and stepped inside, I turned to pull her towards me, but she took charge. She closed the door, walked me into the room a little, and turned me to face her. I tried to reach for her but she tapped my hands, “Behave baby, let Mommy do it.” My arms hung limp at my sides as she unbuttoned my blouse and shucked it back over my shoulders, letting it fall. Then she stepped closer and reached both hands behind me to undo my bra. All the while, I was staring at her face as she concentrated on her task. She pulled me against her, my naked boobs pressed against her as her hands slid down my back and unhooked the back of my skirt. In those few seconds, I’d been stripped down to just a wet diaper, standing in front of her as she whispered, “That’s a good girl…” But before I could reach for her, she turned me around to face the living area. A soft pat on my bottom as she said, “Now just stand right there… no peeking.” I did as she said, but I could hear that she was moving, taking off her pant suit. I wanted to be a good girl for her, but I was getting impatient, “Please Mommy… Hurry…. Please…” Then I felt her hands on my bare shoulders, her lips near my ear, “Mommy’s here… Mommy’s going to make her little baby girl cum…” I shivered as she stood behind me. When I tried to turn, her hands on my shoulders resisted. Then they slipped under my armpits and slid up my belly, each one cupping one of my boobs. Her lips were gently kissing my neck and my head tilted to let her. I felt her bare tits against my bare back as she nudged me forward. I took a step but was blocked by the back of the sofa. Then I felt something against my diapered butt. In a moment I realized, it wasn’t Mommy’s hips. It was… narrower, more… pointed. “Mommy?  What are….” “Shhh… be a good girl now… bend over the couch….” Her hands let go of my boobs and one pushed between my shoulder blades. As I leaned forward, I stretched out my hands to support me. Her hands were sliding down my back and her fingers slipping into the waist of my diaper as she whispered, “Little girls in diapers…. Do as their Mommy says….” I whimpered, “Yes M….Mommy” as she peeled the tapes open and my diaper dropped away.  One hand was on my hip and then I knew what it was. Mommy had a strapon attached to her hips and her free hand was guiding it. All I could manage as my chest heaved with my breathing was, “Please… Not my ass…..” “Shhh…. Just behave… do as Mommy says….” I bit my lip, trying to twist my neck around to see, then I felt it rubbing and suddenly parting my pussy lips. Then it slipped inside a little and I couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed my hips back, taking it inside me. I heard a soft chuckle, “My my… such a horny little diaper girl….” Her hands gripped my hips and she thrust forward, my thighs stopped at the back of the couch as it filled me. She pulled back slightly and thrust again. “Ahhhh…. Mommy….” I cried, not in pain but in desire. She started slowly, for a few strokes the only sound was her skin gently patting against my ass. Then her hands slide along my back. I lowered my head and let her fuck me. After a few more strokes, she stopped while fully against me and whispered, “Lift up your head sweetie… look out the window.” I did but there wasn’t anything that I hadn’t seen before. The night was partly lit by the moon, the distant mountain. She started moving again and soon I was purring and rocking back against her. She stopped again, “Sweetie, I said to look out the window…” I lifted my head again and she started again. But the feelings were intense, I was horny as hell and was rocking back against her, matching every stroke. When my head dropped again, she pushed forward and I felt her hands sliding up my back as she leaned over me. Her hands twirled in my hair and gathered it in a pony tail. She didn’t yank, or hurt, but she slowly pulled back on my hair, whispering, “Head up darling… stare out at the mountain…” With her holding my hair, I didn’t really have a choice. I opened my eyes and whispered, “I’m looking Mommy… I… I’m being good….” That was what she wanted, her hips started pounding, the strapon was gliding in and out of me as her grip on my hair gently tugged, holding my head up as she kept fucking me. At one point she whispered, “Every time you see that mountain…. You’re going to think of tonight…. When I made you my baby girl…” My little boobs where swaying with her thrusts. Her hips were slapping against my ass with each thrust as I stared at that mountain. Oh god… she’s right… I… I’m going to remember this… She just kept going and my knees were wobbly, she adjusted herself a little to stay inside as my hips rested on the back of the couch. I could feel my own wetness joining with the lube she had applied to the thing. I could barely keep my arms extended to support me as I quivered and started to climax. She could tell, she pulled a little harder on my hair, simply saying softly, “Eyes open… stare at that mountain when you cum…” I quivered and felt my body spasming… My mouth was open from my neck being stretched as she pulled my head back. But she didn’t stop, she just kept pounding into me. “Mommy… Mommy I need to stop…” But she didn’t say a word. She just kept at it. After several more strokes I found myself starting to get close again. All she said was, “Eyes open sweetie… the mountain… You’re my baby girl now….  “ In barely a minute, I was about to climax again. I stared at the mountain, my eyes crossed, and there were two. My belly clenched and I shivered, my pussy tried to close as she pulled back, only to be penetrated again. She thrust especially hard and I cried out…. “MOMMYYYYYY!!!!!” as I shivered and climaxed. She slowed and stopped, letting go of my hair. My arms collapsed and my face fell against the seat cushion. I expected her to pull back, but she didn’t. She just stopped, pressed inside of me as I panted, gasping. I finally moved a little, but she bumped her hips against me. Then her hands slid over my back as she leaned over me. They massaged my shoulders for a moment and I purred softly. I thought we were done. But her hands, they gently stroked down each of my arms, found my wrists, and lifted. As she pulled my arms out straight behind me, she whispered, “One more time baby…. One more time for Mommy….” “No… no please…. It… I… I can’t…” But Mommy insisted. Her hands pulled my arms back, actually lifting my shoulders from the cushion as her hips pushed my own forward. Soon I was half-standing, my hips pinned between the sofa and her. My arms pulled firmly back as she leaned back away. The strapon pushed deeper inside than I thought possible. I twisted my head to try and look back at her. She pulled her hips back for a fraction of a second, only to thrust her strapon back into me again.  “That’s it baby… let the world see those little titties of yours while I fuck your cute kitty…” I was surprised at her strength. I’m not sure I could get away if I tried. But my pussy was getting sore as she kept pounding.  I whipped my head side to side, my hair flailing about. All she kept saying was, “You can do it baby…. Show Mommy what a good girl you are… Cum one more time…” I was… I was getting aroused again. Her forcefulness, my helplessness…  As my head twisted, I caught a glimpse of that mountain. My eyes locked onto it, and I felt myself trying to clench down against the shaft inside me. I heard my own voice, “Yes… I… I’m a good girl…..  Please Mommy…. Please!!!” There was nothing I could do. Her grip was too tight. There was no position I could shift to get away from it. My tits were bare and bouncing with each thrust and I couldn’t even touch them. And there, out the window, was that mountain. I cried out, I didn’t care who in the world heard me as I screamed with my next climax.  I pulled at my arms and thrust my hips so hard the couch moved and still, I shivered and quaked. As it passed, she slowly leaned forward, letting me bend over the sofa and released my wrists. She finally pulled out of me. It ached to be empty once again, but it seemed my pussy could never be the same. Like some gaping maw… I was breathing, drooling onto the cushion. Unable to move. When I felt her grip one wrist, I whined, “Noooooo…. Noooo…. Pleeeaseee… No more…” But she tugged one arm, then I felt an arm slip in front of my legs and I was lifted bodily right off the couch. I was limp as a wet noodle as she had me over her shoulder in a fireman’s carry.  When I opened my eyes, I saw the dining table receding behind us as she carried me to the bedroom. I fell with a ‘plop’ onto my back on the bed. I could still barely move my arms as I watched her grab a diaper. She was naked, no sign of the artificial cock she had just used in me. She unfolded the diaper and gripped my ankles. I winced a tiny bit when she held the padding against my aching pussy, taping it into place. Then a shove and she was lying next to me. She pulled me towards her, half on top of her as my one leg lifted across her, my arm hugging her. I felt her lips kiss my hair and passed out. To Be Continued