Sissy Baby Candi

This started out as an idea for a caption of a pic of me, as I was writing the caption, it kept getting longer and longer, I then thought of a quick back story that turned out to be not so quick, eventually turning into this rough outline of a story from beginning to end, with some parts going into detail and other areas glossing over. I had so many things I wanted to get done at home that day, but instead found myself spending the entire day of over 12 hours writing this. Maybe one day I will flesh out the details, but I don’t know I do still have another story I am somewhere in the middle of. This took a long time and it isn't even a whole lot, puts some perspective on how much time I spent on my other one. Synapse: Cliche first person story about a guy that has trouble lasting in bed. His wife convinces him to try chastity, which escalates to diapers. At his work they hire a new batch of interns. His wife meets them at a company social meet and greet. One she takes a liking to and they have an affair, she comes clean to him and tells the intern about his chastity and diapered state. The protagonist is clueless about a lot of things. The intern now openly cucks the protagonist. He goes further down with other things of humiliation. This was written in one sitting, and I am sure there are lots of holes that needed to be plugged (pun intended) CUCKING INTERN It started because I was having issues of being a quick shooter, at times even premature ejaculation. I have had to wash my cum stains off her panties because before her panties were off I was shooting my load on her sexy panties, her beautiful stomach, and luscious thighs. There were even times when I would blow my load in my boxers before my pants were off. Those were some of the extreme cases, caused partly by her wearing something very sexy, and while she is kissing me and I grab her ass, and I can feel my penis grind against her and before I know it I have creamed in my pants. We would have sex, those were the extreme cases, but regardless my stamina was nothing to brag about. We tried using desensitizing creams, and it worked some, I was able to last a little bit longer, but not enough to satisfy her. She had me start by going down on her before I removed my clothes, even when she held my hands to prevent me from touching myself I would move my hips in a way to feel enough in which I would cum in my pants. Everytime I came I would collapse in tiredness and exhaustion, unable to continue and finish her off. Somewhere around this time she had a new shower head installed with several different settings and was removable. Sense then she started taking really long showers a couple times a day, and after everytime we had sex, or attempted to. One day when I came home from work she was already home sitting at the dining room table. In front of her on the table was a small pink plastic tube and ring. Not sure what I was looking at she sat me down and explained that this is a chastity device. She said she read it will help with my ejaculation problem, and it will allow me to last longer in the bedroom. She explained that I was to wear it anytime were not having sex, that it keeps me from having an erection, and she will hold onto the key in a safe place. I did not like this at all, but we made a deal, she said if I could last 5 minutes she would throw it away and never bring it up again. 2 minutes later she was already in the shower, her panties covered in my cum in the laundry, and a pink plastic cage locked around my now deflated penis. It certainly worked, just not the way I imagined. It made me last longer because she would not unlock me until she came at least once. It also made me a lot hornier too, by the time she unlocked me I was so horny, the chastity was off for less than a minute before it was being put back on and my mess was there to be cleaned up. My wife left the deal of if I can last more than 5 minutes she will get rid of the chastity. She kept the key hidden from me, and there were times I did try to find it. My wife seemed a bit better with our sex life, I also noticed she was taking shorter showers and only once a day now. At first she would get the key and unlock me after I went down on her and she came once. Then it became two, until it became when she had enough, which would sometimes be over an hour. She came home one day with a strap on for me to wear with my chastity so she can fuck me. The dildo was so much bigger than my penis, I asked why she had to get one so big, she chuckled as she said 'sweetie, that is average size.' She would ride me, only on the dildo in so many different positions, I had never seen her like this. I would get so horny I would leak out of my cage onto our sheets. Sometimes she would see that and say 'it looks like you already came, you don't need to be unlocked tonight,' or she might say she is too tired to go get the key and roll over and sleep. I would beg for her to unlock me, or tell me where the key was so I could unlock myself. I would try to bargain with her, but she would say maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. I think she realized how much control those keys gave her. The times between her unlocking me were getting longer, she said the sex has been getting better the longer I go between. I found myself leaking out of my cage during the day soaking the front of my boxers. I mistakenly made that complaint to my wife as a reason why she should unlock me. Instead she found a 'solution' to my problem. I came home from work one day seeing her 'solution,' which was to get rid of my boxers and replace them with diapers. I saw this as I was wearing my last pair of boxers stained from cum. These were not discrete little pullups, these were thick, crinkly, diapers with baby prints. She said she picked out baby looking ones because of how much I have been whining about the chastity device. Now during sex she doesn't bother taking my diaper off, she puts the strap on over it. She said it is so I don't leak all over the sheets. Going to work with a crinkling diaper was nerve racking, fortunately I had my own office, and there was usually plenty of noise outside my office, so the crinkling didn't stand out. I had to quit coffee and reduce my fluid intake at work, as going to the work bathrooms was out of the question. I tried to hold it the best I could through work, but near the end of the work day I could not hold it longer and found myself finishing the work day sitting in a wet diaper. Fortunately I never wet enough that it was noticeable at work. When I complained that I should at least have pull ups for work so I can use the bathroom there, she thought I seemed to be fine as is and bought me a pacifier to put in my mouth when I started to complain. I was complaining one time about being worried of the diaper getting noticeably full under my slacks, or worse leaking through. She put the pacifier in my mouth to quiet me, but I spit it out telling her I was serious and I should at least wear some type of discreet pullup instead of these baby diapers. She quickly had me over her knees spanking my ass black and blue until I was kicking my legs begging her to stop. She took advantage of me having a private office by sending me to work with an extra diaper to change into if mine gets full, as well as 3 baby bottles with instructions to have them finished by certain times of the day. I found myself needing to change my diaper a little past halfway through the day. I learned then that when she puts a pacifier in my mouth it was a warning to shut up because she will have a solution and I will not like it. I was able to get by at work without anyone noticing that I was wearing a diaper and chastity cage under my clothes by keeping mostly in my office and sneaking my soaked diaper out in my bag. Every year at work we get a fresh batch of interns, some are hoping to get hired on full time, others happy to have something professional to put on their resume. The company has an after work social meet and greet at a nice bar to introduce the new interns to others in the company in a relaxed setting. My wife was with me as we talked with some of my colleagues and their spouses. Occasionally I would feel her hand sneak down to my diaper butt, feeling my diaper and once squeezed it. She would smile and whisper, 'don't drink too much, we didn't bring a fresh diaper' I was so scared someone would hear her or see her grabbing my diaper. I introduced her to all the new interns and we all chatted a bit with polite conversations. There was one intern my wife seemed a little fascinated with. He was tall and muscular, and used to play wide receiver in college. I never knew my wife to be that interested in football, but she seemed interested in everything he was saying. I even saw them chatting at the bar, shortly before she went to the bathroom. I didn't see where he went. My wife's mood was a lot better for weeks following the meet and greet with the interns, although she got really busy at work. She had a new client that kept her busy with work, working late nights, taking late meetings, exhausted and no interest in sex when she got home. Despite this she was smiling and cheerful when she was home. Unfortunately because we were having sex less I was getting unlocked less. I asked her if I can be unlocked on nights we weren't having sex so I can jerk off in the bathroom. She said no because she may decide she wants sex later and wants me to be ready. One time I complained too much about how long it has been sense we had sex and I had cum that she thought it best I remember my true position and took away my big boy privileges at home. As soon as I get home I drop to the floor on my hands and knees as I take off my work clothes until I am in nothing but a diaper. From there my big boy privileges like walking and talking are taken away and I have to crawl around anywhere I go. My wife thought it looked strange for someone crawling around in a diaper to have so much man hair and had me keep myself as smooth as a baby's bottom. She started buying me little shirts to wear under my work clothes so when I got home I could remove my work clothes and instantly look like a baby. Things that said ‘I’m a baby’ or ‘pampered.’ The shirts were getting noticeably more girly, one even said ‘baby girl in training.’ We weren't having that much sex, and when I really started begging to be unlocked is when she would start making a list of things I needed to do first. It started out with simple chores, but everytime I wanted to cum, more things were added to what was called my to-cum list. As if she was seeing how far I would go, while making it gradual enough that I ultimately cave. More chores were added, she would add slightly more embarrassing things for me to wear around the house, like a onesie or a little baby dress. Something I didn’t want to wear, but if it meant I was going to be unlocked and get to cum it wasn’t that bad. My to-cum list grew to where it would take me a couple days to do them, and some were perpetual, such as doing the dishes, taking off her shoes and rubbing her feet when she got home from work. One evening while my wife was working late I was so horny I was laying on the floor and when I started to move it started to feel good. I started grinding my hips on the floor, feeling some pleasure, almost as if I might be able to cum. I got lost in humping the floor in my diaper. I didn't even notice my wife standing there looking down at me as I was doing this, I eventually gave up in frustration, turned and saw her standing there with a grin ‘was that fun? I think you lasted longer with the floor than with anything.’ Frustrated for not being able to cum and embarrassed for her seeing me like that I crawled to her and gave her her foot rub. When I was unlocked I was starting to get better at lasting longer, seeing me hump in my diaper gave her the idea I should be diapered when I cum so there isn’t a mess. She started untapeing my diaper to unlock me, put the tapes back on and let me hump or rub the front of my diaper. She would put the chastity back on and tape me back up in the same diaper leaving me to sleep in my cum soaked diaper. Though I was pretty sure I was getting to five minutes, granted in my diaper, but it felt like with this embarrassment I could last longer than 5 minutes. My wife did let me have sex with her to prove how long I could last, it was so embarrassing, she brought out a kitchen timer and set it to five minutes. ‘Ok baby, let’s see what goes off first, you or the timer.’ She guided me in her while she was on her back in basic missionary. As soon as I was all the way in she said ‘you are so big,’ without any enthusiasm as if reading from a cue card. After the sounds she made with the strapon, she wasn’t even trying to sound like she was faking. She said, ‘that’s it, right there, keep going, don’t stop I’m about to cum,’ even though I knew she wasn’t as soon as the words ‘don’t stop i’m about to cum’ left her mouth I felt myself go past the point of no return, my wife recognized my face, and started chuckling. I spurted inside her to the sound of her laughing and the ticking of the kitchen timer. She locked me back up, and put me in a diaper. As she finished taping my diaper the kitchen timer went off. My wife surprised me with a visit one day at work for lunch. This was the first time she had ever stopped by and thought we could eat lunch in my office. It was the first time she had seen it and she liked that the only window in my office was the view over the city, and that it was private from the rest of the office. I asked for one of the interns to come into my office to take our lunch order. The tall, muscular one came in, I gave him my lunch order and asked my wife what she wanted. She went to the door and locked it, the intern went and sat in my chair, my wife said ‘we need to have a little talk.’ Not sure what was going on, I told the intern to get out of my seat, not even acknowledging me. My wife turned my jaw to where I was facing her and put a pacifier in my mouth, 'Why don't you show your intern your true position here?' I was horrified and panicked, my intern could not see what my wife did to me. Though her voice sounded like a kind question her eyes were demanding. With the pacifier in my mouth I knew better than to argue. I slowly started slinking down to the ground as I removed my slacks revealing the little skirt that did not do a good job covering my slightly sagging diaper. My face was burning red in humiliation, as I heard the chuckles of disbelief from my intern. I continued to remove my jacket, tie, and shirt revealing the remainder of my girly childish outfit. ‘That’s a good girl’ my wife said, first time she ever referred to me in the femine as I looked up at her in confusion and horror. She turned to my intern and said ‘I would like to introduce you to my… well er… I guess my husband,’ finishing with a laugh. My intern was laughing uncontrollably, he asked ‘what the fuck am I looking at?’ My face turned redder, I was so mad, but I was also so embarrassed I had to hide my face. My wife explained that this is what she has to deal with at home, and why she has been spending so much time with him. She felt this would be the best way to tell me that her new client was really him. She noticed my confused and disoriented look and said, ‘that’s right, you are a little baby and need it explained more.’ She went on to tell me that she first hooked up with him in the bathroom at the bar the night of the meet and greet. She then explained that every time she said she was with a new clint she was going out with him and getting fucked. She explained how long he goes on, and how his cock is bigger than the strap on. She turned to my intern to explain how I thought an average size penis was big. She told me about all the different positions she was able to do because of his physique and his stamina. She explained that’s why they quit having sex, if it could be called that, because he was able to really fuck, and go several times a night instead of getting tired and unmotivated. He has been keeping her satisfied, until she had to ‘work late’ again. My intern, still laughing, but confused asked what he was looking at. My wife explained how quick of a shooter I am, about how I have been locked in chastity for so long, me leaking and staining my boxers with cum, and she thought these diapers were a good substitute and seemed more appropriate. She told him how long I have been coming to work in diapers, and he couldn’t believe no one had noticed. She explained the deal we have and how I can be removed from chastity. She turned to me and asked ‘how many minutes do you have to last to not be in chastity? Show me with your fingers how many minutes you have to go without blowing your load,’ I didn’t want to but she said, ‘It's not that big a number, I know you can count that high,’ knowing that behind that sweet voice was a stern warning, I raised my hands up showing all five of my fingers. My intern cracked up at this, could not believe that I was unable to last 5 minutes. She went on to tell him how desperate I was to cum, and how sense they’ve started fucking she has had me do a to-cum list, a list of things before she would unlock me and allow me to cum. This is how she gets me to wear these girly baby clothes to work under my work clothes, and the chores I do, and the other things she has had me do. He laughed, and asked ‘all this for a couple minutes before cumming?’ My wife responded with a laugh ‘if that.’ She then told me to show him where all my cummies go, telling me to point where all my little messes go, wanting to cry in embarrassment I pointed to my diaper. She was making some point, but I didn’t know what it was. My wife told him about the time she came home after being with him and saw me desperately humping the floor in my diaper while locked in chastity for a while without even noticing her standing there. She turned to me ‘that was for such a long time, did you even cum?’ I gumpely shook my head no. My intern laughed as he said ‘what a pathetic sissy,’ in which my wife joined in his laughter, and I could feel my diaper getting wetter and fuller. My wife told me to get dressed and grab them some food, unless I wanted to stay and watch. Getting dressed my intern gave me his food order just as I have given him mine so many times, only my wife was unbuckling his pants while he ordered. I could see his half erect cock and it put mine to shame, I watched my wife stroke it and kiss, something she quit doing to mine after a couple accidental shots to her face. She told me her order between having his cock in her mouth. I returned with their food, a couple people from the office asking why I didn’t have an intern grab the food. I went into my office and fortunately they were fully clothed. I gave them their food, and realized I forgot to get food for myself. My wife had me back on the floor with my work clothes off, and handed me one of the bottles to drink from while they ate. After they finished eating my wife checked my diaper in front of my intern and said ‘you are a bit wet, did you want a diaper change?’ My face went back to crimson and I shook my head no, not wanting my intern to see me getting a diaper change. ‘Well,’ she said ‘unless you want your intern to change your diaper later,’ before my wife finished the sentence he blurted ‘fuck no I’m not changing a diaper.’ she continued ‘well, looks like it is now or when you get home. Do you think this diaper is going to make it until you get home?’ Her and I both knew based on the condition of my diaper that it would be leaking before I left the office. Unless I wanted to bring attention to my butt with a massive pee spot I would be getting my diaper changed in front of my intern. When he saw the small plastic pink cage, he couldn’t believe I was small enough to fit in there. Both agreed that there was no way he would even fit in that. In a fresh diaper my wife let me put on my work clothes before she left, giving my intern a long kiss. My intern flashed me a grin as he left my office. Since my wife told me about her affair with my intern she felt like she no longer needed to hide it and he started being a regular at the house. He would see me crawling around the house in a diaper and whatever clothes my wife had me wear, usually something girly. He was the one that thought it was a good idea that my hair be in pigtails. One day he commented on how the place could use a maid, and produced a sexy maids uniform for me to wear while I did chores, and thought I should curtsey to my superiors. My face would always turn an extra shade of red when I curtseyed him acknowledging him as my superior in my home. He was certainly enjoying humiliating the boss. He was even there on the times my wife let me cum. My wife never watched me, but my intern wanted to see how bad it was and I was forced to hump a pillow in my diaper wearing a little skirt, girly shirt, sucking on a pacifier, my hair in pigtails, while listening to him laugh at me. Somehow even through all of that I lasted only a couple minutes. When I rolled over on my back after finishing in my diaper, my intern couldn’t believe I was already done, my wife came by, locked me back up and taped me back in my diaper. Another time he wanted to watch me hump my pillow while I was locked. It was feeling so good, I didn’t even care that he was laughing, until I gave up in exhaustion. I was moved to the guest room, as he took over my spot in the bedroom. At work I quit asking him to do anything, really almost all the interns, I tried to avoid him as much as possible, and I was never able to look him in the eyes. He certainly enjoyed the dynamic change, and would make a point to pass by me to ask ‘how’s that diaper sissy?’ or ‘I can still taste your wife from this morning.’ I was assigned a project and was told to pick one intern to work with on it. Unfortunately everyone at work knew it was my decision, so at home he and my wife both agreed that I should choose him. Without a choice I picked him, he was in my office quite a bit so he suggested I move in and we share the office while working on the project. I asked him where his desk would fit, he said, ‘you mean your desk, I will be using the one that is already there. I figure a little sissy baby like you will be happy on the floor.’ Realizing I didn’t have a choice in this either, I convinced the company to let him to temporarily move into my office during the project despite there only being one desk. Him and my wife both agreed that while I was at work and it was just the two of us there I should be in my true position and remove my adult clothes and be confined to the floor of my office. Without a say in the matter I was spending my work days sitting on my floor working, wearing a diaper and some girly baby outfit, sucking on a pacifier, hair in pigtails with ribbons, and a little bow, while my work clothes lay on a chair. With the project we made it to where there was no reason for me to leave the office, he would handle the important meetings, and I would stay in my office and work in my outfit. When leaving the office people would mention how they never see me leave my office during the day, not even to use the bathroom. I would laugh it off and say I was really busy. Which I was, but it started with me teaching him some of the things he needed to know for the project to him taking over more and more of it. I always had to work late, to take care of what would normally be intern work, but he decided it should be my work. I would spend almost the entire day with him at work only to get home and to the sounds of him fucking my wife. The sounds she made were even more intense then when she made me wear a strapon. I would be in my ‘true position’ as soon as I entered the door, unless I was completing something off of my to-cum list. If I was cleaning or serving them I was required to have my maids uniform on. One thing added to the to-cum list was serving them water after anytime they finished fucking. Which meant if I heard them fucking that was my cue to be ready in my maids uniform to serve them water. I usually had other chores to do that required me to be in the maids uniform, so I usually did those while they were fucking. Though sometimes my intern would have me reclean some things, but I think it was more for his amusement of watching me clean in such a ridiculous outfit. One of the times I went to serve them water after they were done fucking, I curtesyed in my maids outfit after serving them water as I have been instructed, neither bothering to cover up which was normal. My wife thought it was the perfect time to show me something. She removed my diaper and had me display my pink little cage. She brought him over explaining to me that he is completely flaccid, she brought his dick next to my cage making mine seem so much smaller as the shaft of his cock was thicker and longer than my entire cage, and that’s not talking about the head. She said ‘See, his is way too big to even fit in something so small.’ He was obviously bigger than me, but I didn’t need the extra humiliation of her comparing it side by side. I never wanted a diaper on more at that time to cover my tiny little cage. She put my diaper back on me and kicked me out. On one of my to-cum lists she put on there she wanted to see Daddy change my diaper. I was mortified, first this was the first time my intern has been referred to as Daddy, and second, though he had seen me get a diaper change and that is embarrassing enough. I knew there was no point arguing, and it isn’t that big of a deal, but I really didn’t want to have to ask him for a diaper change. It was the last thing on my to-cum list, one day at the office while he was sitting at my desk working and I was sitting on the floor dressed in my ridiculous outfit doing some work, I finally got the nerve to ask my intern if he would give me a diaper change in front of my wife tonight. He burst out laughing and said ‘fuck no, I think it’s funny that you wear them, hump them, cum in them, and piss in them, but I am not changing your diaper. That’s between you two. When I told my wife what he said, she said it didn’t bother her if I didn’t cum, it is the last thing on the to-cum list for now before more things are added. The next day I asked my intern again if he would change my diaper in front of my wife, this time I was begging him. He still said no, desperate and hoping to appeal to his enjoyment of my humiliation, I put my hands together looking up from him on my knees, trying to sound as little girlish as possible, I asked, ‘pwease Daddy, will you change my diaper tonight? pwetty pwease’ He laughed immediately which I expected, but it still stung, and said ‘how can I say no to something as precious as that? Let me think… um… no,’ and he continued laughing. I turned away and he said ‘wait, wait, why are you wanting me to change your diaper?’ I told him because it was on my to-cum list. He asked, ‘so if I don’t change your diaper in front of your wife, she won’t let you cum?’ I confirmed, and he said ok and I was getting excited, probably overly excited about another man changing my diaper, but followed up saying I need to do two things before he would change me. First he wanted me to ask him for a diaper change in front of my wife just as I did then. As humiliating as that was, it wouldn’t be that much worse in front of my wife at this point. Then he said followed with, ‘second, I want you to suck my dick.’ I immediatly said ‘no way, besides you are already getting head and fucking my wife, pretty much every morning and night.’ He said, ‘yeah, but not while I’m at work.’ I couldn’t believe how much this guy could go. I still held firm of no. I have done some pretty humiliating things, but I have to draw the line somewhere. He said, ‘it doesn’t bother me if you ever cum again, but if you do then it looks like you will need to make sure I cum first.’ Over a week went by, other things were added to the to-cum list, which I did hoping that maybe my wife would let it slide on him changing my diaper. I also would ask if there was something else I could do, and he would say, ‘nope, you just need to suck my dick until I cum, that’s all.’ I found myself humping pillows and the arm of the couch to the sounds of them fucking. I started thinking about her sucking his dick, and then me sucking his dick, and while I was frustratingly humping a pillow, it didn’t seem so bad sucking his dick. I have already sunk pretty low, I don’t think it is really too much, I was whimpering as I was humping knowing I wasn’t going to get releaf, but somehow couldn’t stop myself. I might as well agree, it won’t be that bad, and then it will be over and off the list. The next day at work I finally gathered the courage and told my intern I would do it, he asked me what I was talking about. I said, ‘I will do what you want so I can have a diaper change.’ He had me remind him what that was again, when I said I would suck his dick he replied, ‘you want to suck my dick like your wife?’ Turning red I said no, but he said if I really wanted a diaper change then I must want to suck his dick. So if I wanted to suck his dick to get a diaper change that night, then he needs me to ask him to suck his dick. I knew his reasoning was flawed, but also knew there was no way around it. So I begrudgingly said, ‘Please can I suck your dick,’ he wasn’t happy with my tone, and thought I should ask like I will have to ask him for a diaper change that evening. Doing the best I could to get the words out I asked, ‘pwetty pwease Daddy, can I suck your cock?’ He responded with ‘of course you can,’ and moved my old chair back so I could crawl between his legs and put my head to his lap. He didn’t even bother to unzip his pants, he was making me do all the work. I unzipped his pants and brought his large heavy flaccid cock to my mouth. I kissed the head of it using my tongue a little bit, I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, I placed the warm head of his cock in my mouth and started to suck on it as I felt it slowly grow in my mouth. He told me to suck on his balls, so as I stroked his cock I sucked on his balls, popping them in my mouth. I could feel his cock was fully erect so I started bobbing my head up and down on it. I wasn’t able to reach all the way down, so I relied on my hand to stroke his cock while I bobbed my head. At one point he grabbed my pigtails and started controlling the rhythm of my bobbing saying, ‘I knew these would come in handy.’ I continued stroking his cock with one hand and playing with his balls with the other while he continued to control my head. He put his hand on the back of my head and started facefucking me. He started off gental, testing how far he could go before I started gagging. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth pushing it to the back of my throat, trying to hold it longer and go deeper until I was really gagging and he would pull back. When I really gagged I would feel a rush of pee leave my bladder into my diaper. Once he found a comfortable limit with me he started to really fuck my head. My hand was still on his shaft to reach what my mouth couldn’t. I could feel his cock grow even more, and without a warning, and leaving my head in place I felt him shoot his first warm load into my mouth, in shock I tried to pull my head back, but his hand on the back of my head kept me from moving as another spurt came with more cum, I felt some of it leaving my mouth, dripping down my chin, and falling onto my shirt. There were two more spurts and my mouth was full, holding it in and wanting to spit it out some place he said, ‘open your mouth and let me see,’ I did as he asked and showed him, then he said ‘good girl, now swallow it.’ I almost swallowed out of shock at the request, but stared dumbfounded at him with his load in mouth. ‘You heard me, be a good girl and swallow Daddy’s load.’ Begrudgingly I did, feeling the stickiness stick to my throat as it slid down. ‘Don’t forget what spilled on your chin,’ I took my finger and scooped the cum that dripped down my chin and sucked my finger clean. ‘Now finish cleaning Daddy’s cock.’ There was still some cum on his cock, so I put his cock back in my mouth sucking the last couple drops out, as I did so he said ‘good girl, you’re Daddy’s little slut.’ With his cock clean, he zipped up his pants, and noticed the drops of cum on my shirt, ‘looks like you need a bib.’ At home I brought him a fresh diaper, and as he requested in front of my wife, on my knees with my hands clasped together I said, ‘pweaty pwease Daddy, will you change my diaper, pweeeaaase?’ Both of them laughed at me and he said ok. I laid on my back while he changed my diaper in the same fashion as my wife. I asked if I could be unlocked during my diaper change, and he said there was no way he was risking me being unlocked and cumming on him during a diaper change, and I would have to ask my wife about that. She said tomorrow, because there was another thing added to the to-cum list that needed to be done first. A couple days later while I was home my wife had a present for me. I unwrapped it to find a bib that said ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut,’ my face went crimson, as she told me about how she heard how I begged Daddy to give him a blowjob at work, I tried to protest and say that’s not the whole truth, but she wouldn’t hear any of it. I did beg him for a blowjob, but she wouldn’t listen to anything past that. She laughed as she said, ‘I can’t believe you begged for the milk out of Daddy's bottle.’ That was so crude and that wasn’t exactly what happened. From that point on I was to call him Daddy, and I was to wear that bib at work anytime I sucked Daddy’s cock. Which started to turn into a daily thing. It started out with anytime he said, ‘put on your bib’ was my cue to put on my ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut’ bib and suck his cock. Eventually it turned to when I noticed he could use a stress relief I was to put my bib on myself, crawl up to him, look up at him in my chair and in that little girly voice ask, ‘Daddy, can I please suck your dick.’ At which point he would roll my chair back and I gave him a blowjob. They decided I should move into a cot at the foot of their bed. Sense I wanted Daddy’s cock and cum so much, then I can be there to help out. I protested, but that left me with a bruised ass and a punishment plug up my ass as a reminder to not argue, and still in a cot at the foot of their bed. It started with me giving them both head at the beginning to get them started, their fluffer, then they would have me watch on the bed. I couldn’t believe the positions they were getting into, even when I used the strapon, there was no way I had the muscle to do some of those things. I hated how hot it was to watch live porn, even if it was my intern fucking my wife, it was really cucking hot, I mean fucking hot. When he finished I would have to clean his cum out of my wife’s pussy. As time went on they got more comfortable and had me participate a little more, such as licking his balls while my wife rode him, or lick her clit while he fucks her, and even finishing in my mouth instead of my wife’s pussy. One time she requested us to reenact the first time I went down on him, I had to crawl over to him sitting in a chair and beg to suck his cock. This wasn’t the whole truth, I was made to make it more to my wife’s thoughts of it then the reality of it. So I crawled over to Daddy sitting in a chair, putting my hands on his lap, already removing his belt, I said ‘pwetty pwease Daddy, can suck your dick,’ I cringed at having to follow it with, ‘can I pwease dwink the milk from your bottle.’ I was unzipping his pants as he said, ‘such an eager little sissy, how can I say no to that?’ I had his cock out and in my mouth. This was already an inaccurate reenactment, because I certainly did not take his cock in mouth the same way. I was a lot better at sucking his dick, and my gag reflex was a lot better, to where I was able to get most of him down my throat. Some of the things did remain the same, he did grab my pigtails to control my head, he did grab the back of my head and further train my throat, and when I did gag I involuntarily let out a gush of pee in my diaper, except this time my nose was now touching his pelvis and his balls were against my chin for the first time. He continued to slowly face fuck me now with his balls slapping my chin with each thrust. When he blew his load in my mouth I was now used to it, that I had no problem keeping his load in my mouth. I showed it to him, and my wife interjected, ‘I thought there was cum that dripped down his face, that’s where that stain on that shirt came from, and the reason I bought him that adorable bib.’ Daddy said that’s right and gave me a look, I let some of his cum fall out of my mouth drip down my chin and on my shirt. Everything else played out as it did more or less. He told me to swallow, and clean my chin, only I went straight back to his cock to clean it without being told. At work it is getting near the end of the time of the interns and the project. Daddy is most likely getting hired on, though not sure what position yet, which means I will not get much reprieve at work at the end of this, but I will at least get my office back after the project. One day while we were in what has become our office, one of the other interns barged in. The door was always locked so this was completely unexpected and I quickly crawled under my desk, hoping he did not see the obvious thing being me in pigtails in a diaper in girly baby clothes, as well as the obviousness of my diapered butt crawling away to hide. Daddy told this intern to come in anytime today to get a letter of recommendation, and I would have no problem writing it. This intern was planning to go elsewhere and wanted a glowing recommendation. After seeing me as I was dressed, it was not a difficult choice. Then he wanted more for his silence, he would be leaving so it wasn’t like he would have to be bought for long. He wanted a blowjob from the cute little diapered sissy boss. I put on my bib and sucked his cock. He couldn’t help but comment on my bib. He wasn’t as big as what I was used to so it was a little easier. After he came in my mouth, I held my mouth open showing it to him and he laughed at how he got a blowjob by his boss dressed like this, then kneeling down looking up at him with a mouth full of his cum, and a bib saying ‘Daddy’s Little Cumslut’, waiting for him to tell me to swallow it. He told me to swallow it and I did. I then did as I was told and crawled to my area on the floor and wrote his letter of recommendation. During this time, my punishment plug became my at work plug, and my punishment plugs would get bigger and bigger. There were times I knew I did nothing wrong, but was told something I did wrong to deserve the punishment plug. After I got used to it, the punishment plug would go bigger. Once I got used to the new size of the plug, it would feel nice at times. I would sometimes find myself pressing into it through my diaper as I watched them fuck from my cot. My wife decided not to take my plug out when she unlocked me after I completed everything off of the to-cum list. The feeling of the plug pressing up in me, hitting this certain spot as I humped my diaper, I could feel my ass clinch tight around the plug pressing it more into that spot as I had one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. I was too tired and feeling too blissful to crawl back to my wife to be locked back up. My wife came in and found me passed out still hunched over my pillow from where I was when I orgasmed. She woke me up and turned me over, saying she was thinking I actually lasted over 5 minutes, only to find me passed out in the same pillow humping position. One time my wife noticed I was playing with my plug while I was watching them fuck. She thought I wanted to join in more. She thought with my hole used to a plug, I should be good for the strapon that I used to use to fuck her with. My wife put on the strapon, lubed up with my butt in the air, she slowly entered, it took a moment to get used to, but after a couple pumps from her I end up letting out a moan. She continued to go slow allowing me to get used to it, and embarrassingly enjoy it. I was leaking out of my cage, and my wife would catch some of it and put it up to my mouth for me to eat it. The taste of cum didn’t bother me anymore, and though I wouldn't admit it, I was developing a taste for it. Daddy moved over, grabbed my head and brought it to his cock. The feeling of my wife fucking me was feeling too good, I took his cock hungrly in my mouth. I was moaning from the pleasure of the dildo in my ass, pushing my hips back in forth as my wife thrusted in and out while at the same time he was fucking my face, driving his cock all the way down my throat with his balls slapping on my chin. It was insane how good this was feeling, I was feeling the pleasure intinsify more and more, my ass was clinching around the strapon as I was feeling this intense wave of pleasure go through me, feeling it shoot through my entire body, all this time Daddy is fucking my face. I felt a release finally shoot out of my chastity, a couple more shots and waves of pleasure as my wife continued to fuck me. I almost pass out from the pleasure, my wife notices that I seem to be slipping, and while still fucking me slaps my ass hard and tells me we aren’t done yet. She scoops up the cum from the sheets and places it on the strapon so I can feel my cum inside me. I continue to work on Daddy’s cock while my wife fucks me. Daddy finally finishes in my mouth, and I am put back in my diaper. As it was so obvious that I orgasmed from being fucked, and I clearly enjoyed it, my wife saw no reason to unlock me. She grabs the key from her hiding spot, breaks the key inside the lock, and puts a dab of superglue over it for good measure. I am from that point on permanently locked and chastity, and if I wanted to orgasm, I would need to get my little hole fucked. Eventually I started taking Daddy’s cock up my ass. It hurt at first, and took some getting used to, but soon enough it was feeling so good, and I was enjoying the feeling of him fucking me. At one time while he was fucking me, my wife asked if I understood why she like fucking him so much, without realizing what I was saying and only thinking of the pleasure I was feeling I moaned ‘oh, fuck yes.’ I found myself having such intense orgasms by him, and not just one, but I would have multiple. Sometimes my cum was fed to me other times added as lube, either way it was getting back inside me. During the time I didn’t care, Daddy felt too good. Sometimes he would cum in my ass, sometimes he would finish in my mouth, sometimes he would push me to the side and fuck my wife. My wife commented how I can finally last more than 5 minutes. At the end of the interns time, Daddy stayed, and due to how well we did with the last project they created a position that is basically us sharing a position. As there weren't any complaints during us sharing an office, and productivity was at its best it was decided that we continue to share the office, which means I am still going to look like the diapered sissy I am at the office and at the home with no real break to ever be a man. By this point I have come to terms and gotten used to the situation. Daddy and my wife decided that they wanted to have some privacy, and thought I should have my own room. They turned the guest bedroom into a nursery with a crib for me to sleep in. They put in a baby monitor so I could still listen to them have sex and not get too lonely. Sometimes I crawl to them and ask Daddy to fuck my little hole so I can cum. He doesn’t always give in, sometimes he makes me ask my wife first, and she usually has me do something first before she would allow it. But when he does, I am always so grateful when Daddy fucks my hole, the feeling just turns me into a dumb horny little slut.

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update the story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 14 Saturday (Part I) I woke up in my overly soaked diaper. It is certainly much heavier than it was when I went to sleep last night. I somewhat remember waking up a little bit in the middle of the night needing to pee and just letting go as I drifted back to sleep. I had gone through almost two of the bottles that Kim left in here. I wondered if Kim’s guy was still here or if he had already left. My question was soon answered when I could hear the faint sounds of Kim moaning. It was much fainter than before, they must have gone to her bedroom last night. I pressed my ear to the wall to hear better. I wondered what position she was in with those moans. I’ll bet it was something like reverse cowgirl or doggie style. Getting horny again, feeling the cage press up against my thick soaked diaper, I found myself rubbing the front of the diaper while humping my hand a little. I took my pillow again and started humping it again. Thinking of her on all fours while getting fucked from behind, her tits bouncing back and forth, as she feels every inch of each thrust. It was feeling so good, the problem was because she was in her room this time, the sounds were too faint to hear over the squeaking of the futon. I cracked it a little bit to let more sound come in. With Kim’s moans much louder I went back to humping my pillow on the futon. It was feeling really good, if only I could be unlocked I could have such an intense orgasam. Her moans were speeding up and getting faster, I pictured her now on her back with her legs up behind her head getting fucked deep and hard as she was moaning in pleasure. The squeeks of the futon got faster and louder as I was picturing what it would be like to be the one fucking her now. I know my hard dick in her wet pussy will feel a lot better than my locked dick straining to get hard in a wet diaper. As my mind was swirling with the idea of fucking her, with the sounds of her moans, and the squeeking, without warning there was a loud crashing sound as one side of the futon suddenly drop to the ground and my head fell forward, and my butt sticking high in the air. I froze there, the sounds of Kim getting fucked stopped, not sure what happened, freaking out inside of what might happen. What if he comes in and checks on the noise and he sees me? Before my mind could race too far, the door opened and Kim came in wearing a black silk robe. “What the fuck is going on in here?” she asked in a hushed tone as she saw that a leg of the futon broke causing it to fall over with me on the futon angled with the futon, my diapered butt in the air, with my pillow between my legs. Looking over at her still frozen, she sighed and said, “Nevermind, I’ll deal with this later. I told him it was the cat and I would check real quick. So stay quiet in here, in fact don’t fucking move from that position, until I get back in here. I am going to go back to my date, and when I get back in here you had better be in this exact position or you are going to be in far more trouble than you already are in. She left the room, and I sighed in relief that he did not come in to check it out. As I did I felt pee fill in this already saturated diaper. Because I was angled down with my butt in the air I could feel the pee come up to the top front of the diaper, feeling it also fall on to my taint and my ass. The extra diaper that Kim put me in last night was apparently not enough, as I was also feeling the pillow between my legs start to get damp. I wanted to jump up and try to do something to stop this diaper from leaking, but with Kim’s stern warning fresh in my mind I did not dare to move. Now only able to hear the faint sounds of Kim moaning as she went back to getting fucked, it was getting me a little horny and I wanted to hump my pillow again, but I was a little more worried about what she was going to do to me now that I broke her futon. After what was most likely hours later, I heard the front door close, seconds later the door to my room opened. Kim now wearing blue pajama shorts with a matching shirt, I still had not moved from the position I was in. Feeling the cold wet pillow and sheets on my legs from this leaking diaper, she calmly asked, “Would you like to tell me what happened here?” What should I tell her? I was so worried about my punishment, why did I not think she would ask me this question? Should I tell her I was jumping on the bed and it broke and I fell in this position? Would that be believable? But why was I jumping on the bed? I couldn’t tell her what I was really doing. With her looking down at me, I shrugged my shoulders and said “I mmm mmmm,” mumbling instead of saying the words. “You don’t know,” she responded, putting her hands on her hips, “I suppose you also don’t know why the door was cracked open when I came in here?” What could I possibly even say to explain that? I responded again with the same, “I mmm mmmm,” and turned my head away. With a stern voice, “Candi, look at me when I am talking to you.” It was the same tone and firmness as a mother talking to their child. I slowly turned my head to face her again. “Now, you are telling me that you have no idea why I was interrupted with my date by a loud crashing sound, to see the door cracked open, and find my futon broken, your diapered ass in the air, with a pillow between your legs.” My face was burning red in embarrassment, I muffled out “I was horny.” “You were horny? Is that what you said?” I nodded my head up and down slowly, closing my eyes, too embarrassed to look at her. “Open your eyes and look at me when I am talking to you.” I opened them to her harsh stare, “so, you were humping in your diaper to the sounds of me fucking someone? Is that what you were doing?” I nodded my head again. “What a pervert, let’s get you out of that soaked diaper.” I rolled off of the broken futon and laid on my back while she got a fresh diaper. As she was putting me in a fresh diaper she said, “You know, he wanted to come check on the sound instead of me, thinking someone was breaking in. You are lucky I was able to come up with some bullshit excuse to keep him at ease. What would you have done if it was him that came in and saw you? Uh? Your big diapered butt in the air dressed in these adorable clothes. Would you have wanted him to see you like that? I sure didn’t want to try and explain why I have this pathetic sissy living with me. I told it was the cat I was watching for a friend.” At this point in the change she was putting a fresh diaper on me. It felt good to be out of that soaked diaper. “Speaking of why I have a pathetic sissy living with me. How has your job search been going? You have been like this for two weeks now. I am sure in all that time you would have some progress.” Thinking I realized I hadn’t really done a lot. I mean so much of this time I felt like I was being punished or recovering from a punishment. I looked away, not sure how to answer. “Why am I not surprised?” she said as she put powder on me. “I would have thought this little thing of your locked away would do something to motivate you. Maybe you are enjoying this. Is this fun for you, being a pathetic little sissy loser. I mean you have spent the last two weeks crawling around in diapers and dresses like a little sissy baby. Little babies aren’t expected to work because they’re babies, but I would have thought you would want to be a big boy.” She finished taping up my diaper with a final, “pathetic loser.”

Very much the wrong person. I am far from the first sissy to take the alias Candi

What work for 20 years? Fuck whoever includes underage sexuality in their stories or fantasies in general! That is disgusting! If that is the shit you read, then would you kindly just fuck off forever

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update the story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. I have started on Day 14 so I should have some more updates later on this locktober. I have been working on this for over two years now, I know it is very slow coming, but still quicker than the next GoT book ? I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Friday (Day 13) Yesterday I was so exhausted from cleaning the house all day two days ago that I did absolutely nothing. I laid around on the couch, drinking from a bottle, watching Netflicks Kids, taking a few naps, and because of the diaper, I didn’t have to get up for the bathroom. In the evening Kim came home, fed me dinner, and gave me a bath, in which she had me shave myself. It was a pretty relaxing day. Today was a normal morning with Kim, she put me in a little pink dress that barely covers the diaper I am wearing. It has been almost two weeks wearing clothes like these, the shock of it has gone away, it is only Kim that sees me like this, and she is the one that is making me do this anyway. It isn’t like the clothes are uncomfortable, and the rashes have gone away. It doesn’t even feel strange to wet a diaper anymore. The uncomfortable things are the chastity, not being able to cum, and being in a soggy diaper. The main thing that I needed to do was to get out of chastity. It felt so good to cum two days ago, I needed that release. I spent about thirty minutes in the study filling out two applications for jobs that I am mostly qualified for. It was so boring there, and I was still a little exhausted from the last two weeks. I went to the living room, laid on the couch, and watched tv for most of the day excluding the couple hour nap I took. It was getting past 7pm and Kim still hadn’t returned home. Normally she would have been home by now. Finally I heard the garage door open, I was a little excited that she was home. Finally she could feed me and change me into a fresh diaper. She came in through the door, and without even a hello she said, “Candi, I have a guy on his way over. We only have a couple minutes, so we need to get you out of sight.” I began to feel panic sweep over me. Someone was coming over?!? What if he saw me, a grown man dressed like this!?! She continued, “go to your room now and I will bring you your bottles and your dinner.” I stood up, to rush to my room, as the last thing I wanted was for someone else to see me like this. As soon as I took one step, Kim yelled, “Sissy! What are you doing? When were you given permission to walk? You are still to crawl like the baby you are.” I dropped to my hands and knees quickly crawling down the hall to my room, the wet diaper sagging down and bouncing back and forth. Shortly after Kim came into my room with the remaining baby bottles from the fridge, two jars of baby food, and a baby spoon. She grabbed a bib and quickly threw it on me, “I don’t have time to make you dinner. I’m in a hurry so if you are wanting to eat you had better not give me any trouble.” She opened the baby jar and was scooping some out, bringing it to my face, I opened my mouth and the taste was disgusting I winced from the flavor, as she was bringing another spoon full, I opened my mouth, but not wide enough as some hit my lip and fell to the bib. She continued shoveling the food into my mouth, it was so disgusting I didn’t know who would feed something this disgusting to their baby. With a fair amount of the food on my face and mouth she grabbed a fresh diaper. I layed down wanting to be out of this soaked diaper, as she opened the diaper the doorbell rang. In more of a rush, she said, “sorry sissy, I don’t have time to give you a diaper change. I’m just going to put this one over the one you have now so you don’t leak.” Doesn’t have time? She had time, she could have put in a fresh diaper and allowed me to feed myself. She lifted my legs, and slid the diaper under, she didn’t even put holes in the one I was wearing. As she was putting the tapes on, the doorbell rang again, this time followed by loud knocks. She quickly finished taping up the diaper as she was saying, don’t make a sound. She turns out the lights as she shut the door, and answers the front door. Still laying there in already soaked diapers, plus an additional diaper. It was already thick enough without this additional diaper on top of it. I could hear some faint mumbling from the walls. The guy she brought home has a deep voice that resonates a little though the walls. I cannot make out what they were saying though. As I had nothing to do in here, I put my ear to the wall to see if I could make out what they were saying. I could catch only a few words here and there, but I was not able to figure out what they were saying. It was clear by the tones and the high pitched giggling that this was flirting with him. Then the sounds stopped and it went quiet. Bored and really curious what was going on I went to the door, and opened it just a crack. Just enough to let sound come into the room. From the living room I could hear them kissing, I was imagining her reaching her hands down his pants grabbing his hard cock, as he was rubbing her tits. My cock was growing in my cage, and I could feel it pressing into my cage against my diaper. I heard the sounds of kissing start turning into the sounds of slurping. I heard his deep voice say, “Oh yeah.” I realized she was going down on him. Listening to the sounds of her blow him I was imagining what she would look like on her knees with a cock between those luscious lips of hers. Why couldn’t it be my cock that her wet lips were wrapped around? As I listened to the sounds I was picturing what she would look like at that moment, her head bobbing up and down as she looked him in the eyes, using her hands as she sucked on his balls, licking the head like it was an ice cream cone. She was right there in the living room, so I could try to sneak out down the hall and see if I could get a peak, and maybe see that head of hers bob up and down with her pantied ass sticking up in the air, almost asking to be pulled down and fucked. But what if he saw me peaking my head out? No, it was too risky, the last thing I needed was for some man to see me looking like this. I was still hearing kissing sounds, but I was hearing her let out a moan. Was she really enjoying giving head? Then I heard her moans start to string together, and I realized he must be going down on her. Not something I’m as familiar with, but I was now imagining her naked, moaning, and rubbing her tits and nippes. I was really wishing I could unlock myself and jerk off, I don’t know why I was torturing myself like that. I heard her moans change again, a little deeper this time, as she said things like ‘oh, god yes!’, ‘oh yes, fuck me!’, and the such. I could tell they were fucking now. I was picturing her riding on top of him, tits bouncing up and down as he sucked on her tits. I was getting so horny, I was moving my hips back and forth not even realizing it. I could feel the chastity press against the diaper and it was feeling good. The moans were getting louder, I closed the door, the sounds of her moaning easily passing through the walls as she was being fucked. I went on to the futon and took my pillow and started rubbing my crotch on it. I felt this tingle of pleasure from it. I straddled my pillow and slowly began to grind on it. It was making me hornier and hornier each time and it felt amazing. Listening to the sounds of Kim moaning, and screaming I was picking up the pace more and more. I could hear the futon squeak louder and louder as I was humping faster and faster. It felt like I was building up to an orgasam, I could hear Kim scream “I’m about to cum! I’m about to cum!” and I would be humping faster, and she would scream ‘I’m cumming! Oh my God! Fuck!’ and my build up would drop off and I would be left feeling frustrated. This happened three more three times, while they were fucking. I would build up to what would seem like an amazing orgasam, and then out of nowhere it would just go away. I kicked my feet in frustration, it wasn’t fair that they get to cum while I’m having to listen to it unable to. I’m a grown man and should be able to cum when I want to! It was almost an hour later before the sounds stopped. I couldn’t believe how long he went on. I do not know how many times she came, but I was frustrated from not cumming once and wanted to cry.

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update the story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. Here's the rest of Day 11. This may be the last bit for some time, as my free time has become more scarce. I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 11 - Wednesday (Part III) “Hey Candi, I’m home,” Kim said as she walked through the door with a bag in her hand that I have come to recognize. She went back to that weird store where she had picked up these diapers, these clothes, and this further hell of the chastity device. What more can possibly buy from there? All I knew, I wasn’t going to enjoy it. She walked through the house not even making any mention of how clean it is. I hope this doesn’t mean she isn’t unlocking me. “On my way to work I realized none of your clothes are really appropriate for cleaning. They are all such light colors that dirt will show up easily, I mean look at the shirt you’re wearing now.” I looked down, which is something I usually avoid doing, and she was right, it looked a bit dirty. “So, I stopped off to that store to see if Beth had any recommendations.” She handed the bag to me to open. I really didn’t want to see what Beth could have recommended. As I slowly opened the bag, Kim continued, “Beth laughed, because she said it is one of the most cliche things.” I pulled the clothing out of the bag and saw with horror, it was a classic black and white french maids uniform. “I couldn’t help but think of how appropriate it is though. Here lets get you changed into it so you can do the laundry and clean the bathrooms.” She took off the “Babygirl” shirt and slipped the dress over my head. At least it did a good job of covering my diaper. I buttoned the back colar, as she pulled out a petticoat, I couldn’t believe there was more. I slipped the petticoat on, and the maids dress flared out, now it felt like my diaper was barely covered. She pulled out the little apron and tied it on with a bow in back. Next came the black stockings. She had me pull them on as she then presented some platform high heel mary jane shoes. I was standing a bit taller and a little off balance. “This way it will be easier for you to reach the tops of things when you clean, it doesn’t take long to get used to walking in them.” She grabbed one last thing from the bag and it was the headband. She giggled and marveled at how I looked. This outfit was meant to be more sexy than practical, and not for a man to wear. She took me to the mirror, I was slow at walking in heels, to see how I looked. So much of me looked really feminie. From the neck down I think I could pass for a girl. I was happy I couldn’t see my diaper, so it at least had that going, though I know if I bent over a little it would be on display. “With some makeup and a wig I don’t think anyone would mistake you as a man.” She laughed, then corrected herself, “sorry no one would ever mistake you for a man looking at you like this, but you could possibly pass as a girl.” That stung, mostly because it was true. I certainly didn’t see a man in the mirror, it didn’t look like a girl, and definitely not like a man. “Oh, why don’t you give me a curtsey? That would be so adorable.” I gave her a puzzled look and asked “a curtsey?” “Yes sissy, a curtsey. Grab the hem of your dress with your fingers like a proper lady, put one foot back and drop down for a curtsey.” I obeyed as best as I could. My feet and legs were wobbly in these heels. But I managed to do it without losing my balance. She gave a little chuckle “Ah, I’m sure you’ll get better in time. Lets teach you how to do laundry.” She unlocked the bathrooms, took me to the laundry and instructed me which clothes get which treatment, and how to handwash her delicates. I started on the first load of laundry and as the clothes were washing I cleaned the bathrooms. She still hadn’t said anything about the rest of the house. Just like with the rest of the house, it took a bit of effort to make it spotless. I spent most of my time in the bathroom on my hands and knees scrubbing the bathtub, the toilet, the floors. My diaper constantly exposed, not that it wasn’t when I was only wearing a crop top. Somehow it is more embarrassing when it is being looked up at. After I finished one bathroom I was able to switch loads in the laundry, and clean the second bathroom. I hand washed her delicates in the kitchen sink. I was getting horney holding her panties, thinking about how she may allow me to cum soon. I wish she would let me wrap one pair around my dick as I jerked off. I stumbled a little in the heels as my mind drifted. I focused my attention to the task, and tried not to think about the fact they were her panties. I hung everything up and folded the rest of her laundry. And then started on my laundry. Which was nothing but onesies, dresses, and girly shirts. After I was finished, I hesitantly walked over to Kim. I was going to ask her if she could unlock me now. I heard the clacking of the heels on the floor. I don’t think I noticed it before because I was mostly on my hands and knees since putting on these heels. I stopped at her, and stood there silently, as I was gathering my words she said, “Yes Candi? Are you finished with everything?” I nodded my head. “Good sissy. Don’t you think you should curtsey when you approach me?” I was stunned for a moment, until she said, “that was my polite way of saying that a sissy maid should curtsey when approaching their superiors.” I nodded frantically and curtsied. “That’s better Candi. Let's get you changed out of that diaper, I can see it sagging a little under your dress.” She led me on to the kitchen floor where she already had changin supplies and a fresh diaper waiting. I was laying on my back as she lifted my skirt and petticoat up so she could access my diaper. I could hear and feel her changing my diaper. She undid the tapes, “I must say Candi I was stunned with how clean this house is. From someone that didn’t even know where the vacuum cleaner was until recently I would not have thought this. This place is spotless. I looked around, and saw you were able to get things out that I gave up on.” I was getting happy as it sounded like she was going to release me from this cage. She wiped me down, lifting my butt up, wiping me and replacing the old diaper with a fresh one. “I didn’t know you could work so hard, I wonder what the motivation was.” She laid my legs down on the fresh diaper, I could see her looking at my locked cage as if she figured that was the answer. “Well sissy, you certainly did do such a good job to earn to be unlocked. I was so excited about this, I was finally going to have an erection, and cum. She could see my face light up, along with the strain on my cock, “someone is really happy about this.” She pulled the key from out of her pocket, and unlocked me and pulled the ring off. For the first time in over a week my cock was free. I could feel my cock spring to life. It felt so refreshing to finally have an erection. I didn’t even care that Kim was laughing at me. What I did care about was why she was putting powder on me and taping the fresh diaper on me. I mean she knows I want to cum, feels like she has been mocking me relentlessly about it. I look at her, “Why are you putting a diaper on me?” As she taped the diaper up, “What do you mean sissy, you are always in diapers.” “But you said I could… um you know… cum.” I hate her for making me say it, having to ask something that I should be free to do. “Oh, you think you’re going to jerk your cock?” Shocking with how blunt she put it. “And what would you end up doing with your sticky mess?” I thought for a moment, I normally let it fall on my stomach and clean it up with a tissue, did she really want me to say that? With a fresh diaper securely fastened to me she pulled me up to my feet. Standing again in heels she had me follow her to my bedroom. “Sissys don’t jerk their cocks and that mess of yours is going to go right in that diaper of yours. It has handled a lot worse.” She chuckled. I was getting nervous again, I didn’t like the idea of cumming in a diaper. And if I wasn’t allowed to jerk off, what did she have in mind? “And sense I am going to have to supervise your cum sessions.” I stopped and cut her off, “supervise me what?” “I can’t trust you on your own, especially when it involves your dick. So I am going to supervise you when you cum.” she grabbed my wrist and I followed her, “I’m sure you could guess that I do not want to watch you jerk off, so a simple solution is you can hump out your mess into your diaper.” When I stepped in the bedroom I saw a new addition. A giant 6 foot teddy bear sitting in the corner of my room. “While I was picking up your uniform I saw this Mr. Bear. I thought, if I were going to allow you to hump something you should have something to hump. I couldn’t think of anything of mine that I felt comfortable with you humping, so I thought you could use Mr. Bear.” I was horrified, I looked at her stone faced, “you can’t be serious. You expect me to hump that in front of you?” “If you want to cum you will, or I can lock your cock back up. But I’m willing to bet that erection of yours would say otherwise.” I hated the fact that I was still really hard. Over a week locked up in chastity, and an erection doesn’t want to go away. She asked, “what will it be, hump Mr. Bear or do I put ice on your dick and lock it back up?” I hesitated for a moment and she said, “ok, lay down I’ll get the ice.” “No!” I spurted out. “No? Then you want to cum?” I nodded. “Ok then sissy, go hump Mr. Bear,” she said pointing to the stuffed bear. I looked down at the maids uniform I was wearing. “Can I at least take this off?” She gave me a stern look and shook her head no. I walked over and straddled the leg of the stuffed bear feeling the skirt on the side of my legs. I couldn’t believe how large they were. My erection pressing in my diaper on to the leg of the bear. I moved a little and felt pleasure shoot through me. I was so incrediablly horney, it has been so long so I got to feel this sensation. I quickly didn’t care that Kim was watching me, or what I was wearing, or that I was straddling a stuffed animal. I started thrusting my hips back and forth grinding on the leg of the bear, each movement of such pleasure. The crinkling of the diaper was much more pronounced as I was grinding my hips, within a couple seconds I was quickly moving my hips back and forth. I heard Kim laugh and say “you are really getting after it,” I didn’t care, I could feel my orgasm begin to reach me, my breath was rapid, I let out a little moan within another second or so I could feel my cock pulse out cum into my diaper. I fell down on the bear limp, letting out a couple tiny pumps with my hips releasing all of that built up cum. I could feel the smile on my face, as my endorphins have released, and I could feel my cock become more sensitive and shrivel back down. “Are you already done? That took a lot less time than I expected. That wasn’t even 20 seconds.” I didn’t even care that she was making fun of me. “Roll over to your back Candi, time to get your cage back on.” Still exhausted and high from orasming I complied and she untapped my diaper. “My, that was quite a load you had built up.” She put my balls through the ring, “quite a sticky mess you made.” “Aren’t you going to clean me off.” “No you can sleep in your mess.” She fit my cock into the pink plastic cage. I asked “Do you have to put that on.” Frustrated she said, “I am tired of your stupid questions.” She found a pacifier and shoved it in my mouth. “Now I don’t want to hear another word from you.” The pacifier she put in my mouth had an unusual taste to it. It wasn’t exactly sweet, but there was something to it, there was some saltiness to it, but it wasn’t really strong. It wasn’t horrible taste, more different than anything. She finished locking up my cock. She wiped her hands off on the diaper before she folded it back up, and taped me into my warm mess. She squeezed my diaper, rubbing my cum in, I think she found it amusing. “There, all your mess in your diaper where it belongs.” She looked at me with my pacifier in my mouth, and burst out laughing, “maybe not ‘all’” she laughed again. “Stay just as you are Candi.” Confused, I did as I was told as she grabbed her phone and took a picture of me. “Don’t move,” she laughed and she took some of my face. I don’t know what was so amusing for her. “Now I don’t want you to be mad, it was an accident, and you don’t seem to mind, but…” she showed me one of the pictures, and there I am with my maids headband on with a pacifier in mouth, just as expected, but there was also this white glob dripping from out of my pacifier. This couldn’t be, “it turns out when I put your binkie in your mouth I didn’t think about how my hand was full of your cum.” So this new taste, is this my cum? Did Kim have me eat my own cum? I was mortified. “It’s not a big deal, it just cum. I’m sure you’ve even had a girl eat your cum.” She took my pacifier out of my mouth and scooped up the glob with it. I couldn’t see it, but I knew there was a huge glob of my cum on the nipple of the pacifier. “Open up.” I kept my mouth closed, and she gave me a stern look, and with a tone that warned not to disobey, “open up sissy.” I slowly opened my mouth and that glob that was once on my face was now in my mouth. She held the pacifier in, as I whimpered a little. “Quit acting like it was a big deal. You didn’t have a problem with the taste before you knew it was cum.” I was now tasting a lot more of it. It still wasn’t a horrible taste, but the thought of eating cum was horrifying. “Besides I’ll bet a sissy like you enjoys the taste.” I swallowed, and the glob followed down into my stomach. It felt like some was stuck along my throat. “Now no more sticky mess. You’ve had an exhausting day, let's get you ready for bed.” She was right about that, I worked harder than I have worked in a long time, on top of the post-cum endorphins. I was so worn out I could have slept in this maids uniform. Kim changed me into a sleep dress, tucked me in. “You did so good today. It sure looks like you enjoyed your hump day. If you’re a good girl and do a good job with the house again I may release you next Wednesday for Hump Day. She turned out the lights, and I was asleep within seconds.

Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update the story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 11 - Wednesday (Part II) She was going through the closet to pick out something for me to wear, she said “I don’t really have anything great for you to clean in. This may be the darkest piece of clothing you now have,” she chuckled as she pulled out a frilly “dark” pink crop top that said “Babygirl” on it. She put the top on me and continued our morning routine. “Remember, if you want to jerk off and cum tonight, I expect this place to be spotless,” Kim said as she left the house. As soon as I heard the garage door fully close and her car leave the driveway, I got up to start on the dishes in the sink. I washed her coffee mug, a couple of baby bottles, and some other random dishes. I looked them over to make sure they were spotless. I realized I didn’t know where her cleaning supplies were. I knew where the vacuum was, so I started there. Her floors are kept pretty clean, so that didn’t take much time. I felt my cage press up against my diaper as I was putting the vacuum away. I was getting closer to being unlocked and cumming. I looked through the kitchen cabinets and pantry for cleaning supplies, and only found dish cleaner and trash bags. I stood there thinking where she would keep cleaning supplies. For as long as I have stayed here, I feel I should have some idea. I was opening doors to closets, when I finally looked in the laundry room. There she kept the mop and broom, as well as all of her cleaning products. I felt my cock press up against my diaper again, now that I found the cleaning supplies I was getting more excited by the prospect of cumming. I took the all purpose cleaning spray with some paper towels and set off to work. I thought this would be a quick spray and wipe down, but I did find there were some spots stuck on more than others and seemed like they couldn’t go away. The kitchen had some random spots that could be felt more than seen. The microwave and refrigerator had some food really stuck on there. I had to take everything out of the fridge and freezer to really clean it. Everytime I thought I was done, I would notice a spot. Normally I would ignore and hope she wouldn’t notice it, but I was not going to risk not cumming over something I could take care of. I found myself going on to the computer for tips on how to clean. The main piece of advice was most things can be taken care of with the right cleaner and elbow grease. I found recipes for different DIY cleaners, like mixing water vinegar, and rubbing alcohol. I also found some things to do for the carpet before vacuuming, so I will have to do that again. This was taking me a lot longer than I originally thought. Kim keeps her house clean and organized, but I guess there is something to be said about having a deep clean. One pro to wearing a diaper was no time being taken for a bathroom break. I cleaned the blinds and windows in the kitchen, then the rest of the house. The windows facing the backyard wasn’t a big deal, since she has a privacy fence, but once I got to the windows facing the front street I froze. I may have wet myself a little in fear, but wasn’t sure. With over a week of not bothering to hold it, along with the cage, and already wet diaper, it is very possible I may have wet myself without knowing it. I couldn’t possibly clean those windows, what if someone saw me. I thought for a couple moments, probably longer than most, until I figured out my solution. It seems so simple I felt dumb for not realizing it. I don’t have to stand directly in front of the window. I cleaned the windows and blinds in the front of the house while keeping myself hidden off to the side. I inspected them and they were good. Except for this one spot on one of the windows I couldn’t get to while keeping myself hidden. It would only take a couple seconds to clean, but I was still worried. I would have to open the blinds, reach up to this one high spot in the middle of the window, clean it, and let the blinds down. I would only be exposed for 5 seconds tops. I looked out, no one was outside walking, people’s blinds were down, and it's the middle of a work day. I was sure no one was around to see me, but my heart was still pounding. I pulled the blinds up, and quickly washed the spot. Everything went fine, and as soon as I closed the blinds I peaked out making sure there was still one that may have seen me. With a sigh of relief I heard pee fill into my diaper. This time I know it happened without my control. By this point half the day was already done. I felt my stomach growl, and went to eat my lunch. I didn’t want crumbs to get anywhere, I had already cleaned so much. I still hadn’t cleaned the kitchen floors, so I sat on the floor and quickly ate my sandwich. Some crumbs fell to the floor, I picked them up and threw them away. I went on to dust and wipe everything down in all the rooms. I was constantly getting on my hands and knees wiping to wipe one thing down or another. Every time I finished a chore I got a little excited. I swept and mopped the floors, but when they dried I still saw areas of dirt. So I got a hand scrubber and was on my hands and knees scrubbing parts of the floor. I looked at the clock when I finished the floors and realized that Kim would be home from work soon and I still had to vacuum the floors. I put the diy cleaner on the carpet and vacuumed the floor. I tried to be quick so as to finish before Kim gets home, but I didn’t want to rush and miss something that would keep me from getting released. I had the vacuum put away, and Kim wasn’t home. She’s coming home later than usual today. I took this extra time and went through the house. I would sometimes see a small spot and wipe it quickly.

There will be an update soon. a week at most. Thank you for all of those that are enjoying my little story. I am sorry for how slow it has been coming along. There is a lot I have planned, I think the direction is obvious, but writing is hard lol For those wondering about Kim's motive. This is not sexual for her, though her sexualness will be brought up later. I have thought about writing a separate story from Kim's perspective, but considering how long this one is taking. better hopes for the next game of thrones

This is for all of those wanting to know about his defecation. Not sure where this need of such realism is coming from, in a genre that I read about someone cumming 5 times in an hour in his diaper lol I have edited the story to include these couple of sentences to explain the lack shitting. The answer to his defecation. As Kim was telling him about his rules of him being diapered, she said, “I have no intention of cleaning up any of your shit. Once a day on a diaper change I will allow you to sit on the big girl potty and shit before I put a new diaper on.” There is the mystery of his shitting. The reason it is never mentioned in the story is because he shits on diaper changes that are not in the story. Other than his three days in diapers, he always shits in the toilet. From this point on, rest adhered he is shitting in the toilet during one of the diaper changes that is not written about. I hope this satisfies those and their concern. If not, then tell me how this is any more unbelievable than all of the fucking sound in space in star wars franchise.

Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will NOT be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into it, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 10 - Tuesday Sitting on a couch in James’ living room. Wearing my normal clothes again. Not in girly baby clothes or diapers, and out of chastity. James handed me a beer and sat on a chair on the opposite side of the living room. It felt amazing to do something this simple, like sitting with another adult, dressed like an adult, and having a beer. “Thank you again for letting me stay here.” “Sure thing, sorry it took me so long to reply to your Fakebook post.” This morning, I got on my Fakebook account on Kim’s computer, it was the first time I had checked it since I handed my phone to Kim. There was a new reply to my post from James. He basically said if I still needed a place I could stay with him. I had Kim get my things out of storage, and I was out of there. “No problem. I’m just happy you did respond.” “What was the problem? I thought Kim was letting you stay with her.” “Yeah, she was, but she just went psycho.” “How do you mean?” Shit. I wasn’t about to tell James about my week plus in diapers, chastity, spankings, writing over 100 lines, the whole mess of it all. “She just started making these crazy demands. Anyway, it doesn’t matter now. Thanks again for letting me stay here, I won’t be long, a month at most.” “Don’t worry about it, take all the time you need. I’m glad I can help.” Then James said nonchalantly, “I will be expecting a blowjob for my generosity.” In a little shock, though knowing I must have misunderstood I stutteringly asked, “Wh… wait… what?” “I said ‘I will be expecting a blowjob for my generosity.’ You know, for letting you stay here. It seems only fair to me.” he said as if it should be obvious. Like he is not asking anything out of the ordinary, as if this was how it normally works. I was stunned, he couldn’t be serious, he must be fucking with me. I looked at him, waiting for him to break, for him to laugh, something. Each moment that went by I could feel the temperature in the room increase, I could start to hear my pulse, until I laughed and said, “You can’t be serious.” “I am absolutely serious,” he said staring at me with hard unblinking eyes. “As a thank you for me letting you stay with me, for every day you are here I expect one blowjob as a thank you. And I need to be thanked in advance.” “B… B… Bu… But, I didn’t know you were gay.” “I’m not gay. There is nothing gay about receiving a blowjob.” I was burning up, it felt like someone put a radiator next to me. My brain was racing, trying to think of how to respond to this. “But, I’m not gay.” He chuckled as he said, “that doesn’t sound like my problem.” I don’t know how I missed it, but it seemed like when I blinked his pants were undone, and he was pulling out his cock. I couldn’t believe the size of it. It reminded me of the kind of cock you see in porn. It wasn’t even hard, but it was long, thick, veiny, and heavy. After his dick and balls were out, he let it fall on his lap, and I could hear how heavy it fell. I can’t believe the confidence has to pull his cock out and tell someone to suck it. Well, maybe if I had a cock anywhere close to that size, I certainly wouldn’t be ashamed of anyone seeing it. “If you plan to stay here tonight, then get your mouth over here on this cock sissy.” I froze like a deer in headlights when he called me “sissy.” ‘Sissy’ is what Kim has recently been calling me. Why did he call me that? He couldn’t possibly know about Kim. “What’s wrong sissy? Would you rather go back to spending your days in diapers and chastity? Wearing some of the most ridiculous outfits to be worn by a grown man.” Stunned and almost paralyzed, I was able to stutter out “how do you know?” “What that you’re a little sissy baby? Everyone knows, Kim has been posting all about it on Fakebook.” He shows me her page, and I see a picture of me wearing one of my white and pink diapers with lots of baby print and a pink sheer babydoll. Why else do you think I would help you out, figure you must be desperate. Here, your dick isn’t in a cage, so you can jerk off.” My heart was racing, I could feel my pulse almost everywhere there was an artery. I could feel the artery in my neck pulsing, my head, stomach, even my dick. I haven’t cum in so long, my cock was hurting just thinking about cumming. I don’t even know how it happened, but his pants were completely gone. He was laying back, his legs spread, half erect. I could see the veins on his cock, the head of his thick cock pointed right at me. “What’s it going to be sissy?” Kim said entering from the other room holding chastity in one hand and a thick pink diaper in the other. I was really confused, was she back there the whole time? Why was she here? This doesn’t make sense. Standing next to James, smiling with the chastity swinging from her index finger she said, “chastity and diapers, or suck dick and jerk off?” This was insane, these couldn’t be my choices. I shouldn’t have to choose between my cocks freedom and me sucking dick. It seemed I was being pushed towards them, not sure by who or what. I wasn’t about to make this choice, was I? I blinked for a moment and I found myself staring up at both of them, bars around me. I was in a crib. I looked down, and I was back in diapers, wearing the same outfit as the picture James showed me. I could feel my dick locked in chastity under my diapers. James’ cock was erect now and poking through the bars. Gleefully Kim said, “well sissy, figure why not have both. You can be in diapers and chastity, AND suck James’ cock. You’ve already been sucking on bottles and pacifiers, this is just one more thing for you to suck.” His cock was getting closer to me, I moved away to the other end of the crib, and it seemed like I was getting closer to another cock. I tried moving away from that, but there was another cock. There were several cocks all around me closing in on me like a spike wall closing in on me. I jumped awake, heart racing, covered in sweat. My diaper felt a little wet, I hope that was only sweat. I looked around relieved that I was laying on my futon, in a diaper wearing a onesie with a unicorn and rainbow. I took a deep breath, relieved that no one knows about this. What was that dream about? Other than I really need to have a break from chastity. I wonder if she will let me. I could feel my cage painfully pressing against my diaper. It was making me hornier than normal. Normally when I would wake up I would have a nice hard erection that I could jerk off. I miss being able to just wake up normally. Lately I have started to experience horniness at a level I never thought possible. I heard the shower going, knowing that I was going to be in a fresh diaper soon, I relaxed feeling the warmth between my legs as my bladder emptied. Day 11 - Wednesday (Part I) Kim was, what at this point routine, changing my diaper in the morning. As she undid the tapes of my soaked diaper, I looked down at the pink chastity hiding my cock. I was thinking of my dream last night. Of being free from chastity, the idea of being able to jerk off and cum, not all the cocks. I haven’t cum in so long, I haven’t even been able to have a hard on. Every time I get a little horny, the inability of getting fully hard makes me hornier. She was wiping me with a baby wipe, and I got the nerve and asked as casually as one could in this situation, “It has been over a week since you locked me up, and I was wondering if maybe you could unlock me?” “Why, do you really miss cumming?” She lifted my legs and butt up to wipe them as she asked this. I blushed when she said that, I was about to deny it, but she cut me off, “You’re blushing! Sissy really does miss cumming!” She laughed. I blushed even more turning my head away. She removed the soaked diaper and put a fresh one under me before laying my legs down. “What will you do for me?” “Uhhh,” I responded. Was she going to unlock me? She was sprinkling baby powder on me, “If I unlock you,” she tapped on the plastic cage surrounding my cock with her fingernail as she said this, “and allow you to cum, what will you do for me?” My cock twitched with excitement, she lifted my legs and butt up again to sprinkle powder on it, I wasn’t prepared for this. So I stammered, “What do you want?” She laid my legs and butt down, “I want to come home to a spotlessly clean house.” I was so excited I agreed before she even finished her sentence. “When I say spotless, I mean spotless. I want this entire house clean and spotless before I get home.” I nodded quickly in excitement saying “ok.” “That means the dishes, floors, counters, blinds,” I was nodding along as she listed the things out, “I can’t list it all, but I want the entire house clean.” She paused for a moment. “Well ok, not the entire house. I don’t trust you to be in the bathroom alone, and I certainly don’t want you in my room alone. So those doors will remain locked until I get home tonight. I also don’t trust you to not fuck up my laundry. So when I get home I will walk you through how to do my laundry properly, as well as yours.” I agreed to all of it no problem. It isn’t like I haven’t cleaned before, and she kept her house pretty clean. This almost seems too easy. She went on, “when I say spotlessly clean house, I mean just that. I expect this place to be pristine. Which means if I find one thing not to my satisfaction, then I will leave that thing of yours locked up” she pulled the diaper over my locked cock. She taped my diaper as she continued, “and I don’t want to hear any whining or crying, or you can go right to your room for the nigh. You want to be unlocked and allowed to cum, then you will have to earn it. You will have to prove to me that you want to be unlocked.” That brought me down a little. I didn’t like that I would have to “earn” the ability to cum, but my head was still swimming though at the prospect of being able to cum after over a week of build up.

Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will not be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies

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Here's a short update! I should have another short update in a week or so. Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. Disclaimer on story: For those concerned about the character's lack of defecation, it will not be addressed in the story. I am intentionally leaving it out so those that are into, can insert it in with their own imagination. Consider that it was there, only edited out this story. It is not my thing and I have no plans to address it. I am mostly writing this for me. These are things from my perverse fantasies I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 7 Saturday I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night. It is really difficult to tell the passage of time in the pitch dark. I had nothing to use to mark the passage of time. I felt the need to pee again, and I tried to hold it, but how long could I possibly hold it? I could hold it for long enough to get to the toilet if it wasn’t for being locked in this dog cage. I held it for a little while, Kim could be opening that door anytime now. It certainly feels like I have been in here for longer than an evening. She should be opening that door any minute now. I couldn’t tell how long of time passed, but I was squeezing my legs together, but the plastic cage surrounding my dick seemed to have blocked my efforts. I felt a tiny warm stream slide down my legs and on to the newspaper below me. I didn’t know what it was at first, then I quickly realized I was wetting myself. This was starting to happen as I was trying to hold it. I let out a cry as more piss rushed down now to the bottom of the cage. At this point, my forearms, legs, face, and my hair is wet with my own piss. I have kept my ass up in the air all night with my chest down in basically a yoga puppy pose. My back was sore, my legs and arms were cramping. I really wanted to stretch out. What must have been several hours later I finally heard the sounds of Kim being awake. I could hear the water running for her shower. I felt a little bit of happiness knowing that I was soon going to be out of this cage. The sound of the rushing water through the pipes caused another urge to pee. This time I’m sure I could make it until Kim gets me, but the sound of the constant running water made it a losing battle. Before I knew it, the saturated newspaper was being even further saturated. The water turned off, and maybe an hour or more Kim opened the door. My eyes hurt with the flooding of the light as Kim opened the door. She had an evil grin on her face as she looked down at me in a pool of my own piss, my face and hair wet in my own urine. “Morning sissy. Are you sure you don’t need diapers?” On all fours, keeping my diapered rash butt in the air, keeping it from making contact with anything. I tilted my head up to look at her. I asked, “can you please let me out of here?” “Are you ready to admit you still need diapers?” I looked at her, I didn’t need diapers, I needed access to a toilet. I waited hoping she would just let me out and put me in a diaper and let us continue with this messed up situation. She was unhappy with my lack of answer and turned around and walked back to the door. “Wait,” I pleaded, “come back, please. I admit it.” She stopped and turned around, she didn’t move any closer or further away from me. “Ok then. Admit it.” “I just did.” She was not satisfied with that, and turned around again towards the door. Almost in tears, scared she was going to leave me in here for the whole day, I yelled, “I still need diapers!” She stopped and turned around again, this time with a smile on her face. “Good, are you done pretending like you don’t?” I nodded my head meekly. “Good now tell me again that you need diapers.” This time without hesitation I said, “I need diapers. Will you please let me out of hear in put in a diaper.” “Very good sissy. That’s what I want to hear, Are we going to have any more problems with rule number 3?” Rule #3: Diapers are to be worn at all times. I shook my head no. “Good, and tell me why that is Candi.” Again without hesitation I said, “because I need diapers.” “Very good,” she said as she unlocked the dog crate. I crawled out feeling stiff. Slowly, I stretched out my arms and legs individually. The stiffness of being cramped in such a position for so long made it painful to move. As I was doing this Kim grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a scrub brush. She told me to stay on my hands and knees as she dunked the scrub brush in the water and proceeded to to start scrubbing my chest. The bristles on the brush were painful, and she wasn’t really being gentle. She kept saying how she needed to get all the piss smell off from a whole night of me literally laying in it. She proceeded to scrub most of my body, I was grateful that she left my rash alone. By the end, most of my body was scrubbed raw and red. She led me to my room where all of the changing supplies were. I was laying on the floor as she was putting a fresh diaper on me. I was exhausted from the lack of sleep I have gotten in the past several days. I must have nodded out for a moment because one thing I knew she was putting cream on my rash with the diaper under me, then next I heard her say “arms up,” while she was holding an onesie and the diaper securely fastened to me. I opened my eyes and put my arms up. She fastened the onesie, and took me to the kitchen for breakfast. After breakfast she gave me a bottle of milk and I went to my room to lay down on the futon. It felt so good to lay down and stretch out. I was lying on my stomach stretching, sucking milk from the nipple of the bottle. This is probably the most comfortable I have felt in a week. My wrists only hurt a little, the painful bruising on my butt has gone away, though now it has a rash in its place. I am in only one diaper that is fresh, and not several containing days of uses. Still sucking milk from the nipple of the bottle, I felt the urge to pee, and didn’t bother holding it in. I was too exhausted, I let it go, and fell to sleep.

Thanks for your enthusiasm and kind words! Now that I am back in chastity and diapers at home, I'm hoping to have more updates in the next couple weeks.

I know this is coming along very slowly. Sorry for those that have been waiting for another installment. As with everyone that goes on long hiatuses, I didn't have time or drive to indulge in kink. But Friday I locked myself in chastity and put on a diaper, and now on Sunday my horniness led to me writing all day. I was able to compete Day 6, not my favorite, but it gets the story moved along. I also wrote Day 11, which was a lot more fun to write, hope to have it up soon. Disclaimer on the author: My education did not go past high school and I got through English with a C-, so I apologize for all the issues such as long paragraphs run-on sentences, change of tenses, not enough semicolons, too many commas, sentence structure, and the other things that may annoy the more educated that I do not notice. Anyone is welcome to send me a version that is easier to read, and I will update to story. Because I am not a writer this is taking me a very long time to write, and very slow coming. I consider this story open for anyone to use how they wish, the only thing I request is keep all characters as legal adults. If you don't like the name Candi and think your sissy name is better, then change the name. If you don't like the style of clothes, then change that as well. Delete the things you don't like, add things you think are missing. Rewrite this story for yourselves to fit your fantasies. I am not going to care if I see someone else's improved version of my story on this site or any other site. You don't have to credit me or this story if you do so. Day 6 Friday I couldn’t believe that Kim did not change my diapers for three days!! She would only add diapers to my already full diapers. Trying to remember how many diapers she put me, for the thickness I would think over 10. She had me in two on Tuesday, she added another one Wednesday morning, plus two more Wednesday night, and one last night. I couldn’t keep track in my head, so I was counting them on my fingers. After my third time of going over it I was holding up 6 fingers. That means I am wearing six overly full diapers. The thickness has kept my legs mostly apart. The thickness and sogginess has become really uncomfortable. The pain from the bruising on my butt has finally subsided, but it has been replaced by what I can only guess is a diaper rash. I have been wearing this chastity device for just as long as these diapers. The chastity still hurts, but not as much physical pain as it is I just really really want to have a full erection. Maybe she will take this thing off too when she changes my diapers. That would be so amazing. She came into my room in her normal cheerful voice “Morning Sissy,” every morning it was either Candi or Sissy. She calls me those so often I am getting used to responding to them. I look up at her with hope in my eyes. “I know you are expecting to get changed this morning, but with the amount of clean up you are going to require, you will have to wait until I get home.” “But mommy?” I asked, waiting for her to tell me I can talk “Yes Candi.” I have been in this for three days. You don’t know how disgusting it is. I’m pretty sure I have a rash. Can I please be let out of this” “Oh I’m sure it is really uncomfortable, it was meant to be. Hopefully it means it is an effective punishment and will keep you from disobeying the rules. You are asking permission before speaking, so something must be working. Now I don’t have time to clean you now, but I promise as soon as I get home we will get you out of that diaper and cleaned up. Now let me put on one more diaper before I leave.” She put on what is now the 7th diaper, and I don’t want to think about what is underneath it. The day went on really uneventfully. The rash was bothering me more. I have been in so much pain or discomfort I haven’t been able to focus on finding a job and getting out of here. I have been tired and exhausted, but enough pain and discomfort to allow me a good sleep. At this point crawling has become a lot easier than walking, which has delighted Kim. She seems to have an extra joy with me choosing to crawl instead of walking. I did look online on ways to treat a diaper rash. Outside of creams it did say to go without a diaper. I wonder if Kim would go for that? Kim got home at her normal time. I was so happy, I was finally going to be out of over three days worth of diapers. I crawled towards her as she walked through the door, my thick diaper swaying side to side. Desperate for her to let me out of these diapers. “I know Candi, I’m going to get you out of those diapers. Go out to the backyard, I don’t want to release whatever is in that diaper inside the house.” I could understand that, I’ve been having it squish and build up for several days. I crawled to the backyard and went out on the soft grass and waited for Kim. Her backyard had high wooden privacy fences, so I wasn’t worried about a neighbor peeking over. She came out wearing vinyl gloves with a black trash bag and pulled the tapes off. Each diaper fell to the ground, the following diaper fell a little harder, and a new rancid smell was released. Finally the last diaper plopped heavy to the ground with most of the three days worth of use in it. She discarded everything into the trash bag, including her gloves. Standing there naked except for the chastity cage dangling under me she grabbed the hose, and hosed me down. The water was so cold, but she didn’t care. She power washed my groin, then had me turn around to power wash my ass. “That is quite a rash, I hope it will serve a reminder.” The rash on my butt made it hurt even more. She had me bend over so she could spray really good to make sure everything was clean. After she felt I was clean enough gave me a towel and had me come inside to take a bath. She helped me get into the hot bath, I winced as the rash on my butt was really sensitive. She proceeded to clean me. Stubble was on my legs and groin from the last time I shaved. She felt this was as good a time as any to teach me to shave. She handed me a razor and soap and instructed me how to shave myself. It had a couple nicks on my ankle, but more or less I did pretty good. I shaved my legs, groin, body and arms. She said I can worry about shaving my ass when my rash heals. That seemed like a good time to bring up the research I found. “Mommy, about my rash.” “What about it.” “Well I was looking up online, about how to heal it.” “Did you now? And what did you research say? “It said that if someone can go without diapers then it would be best to leave them off until the rash heals.” “But you do need diapers sissy.” “No I don’t, I can go a couple days without diapers.” “What if you have an accident.” “I won’t have one. I don’t need diapers.” “Are you sure? Because for almost a week now you haven’t gone once in the toilet, and only in your diapers. It sounds to me like you need your diapers.” I started to get fussy because she is making me use diapers. It isn’t fair for her to tell me I need diapers. “I don’t need them.” “So you want me to let you be without a diaper, even though you’ve used them for the last 6 days now?” “Please.” I asked. She thought about it as she was rinsing me off. “Ok, I will try it tonight. And we can revisit it in the morning.” “Really?” I couldn't believe it, was she really going to let me go without a diaper. This felt like such a huge victory. Though I don’t know who I would brag to about being able to go a night without a diaper. “Yes, but if you are going to be without a diaper, I need to get things set up for you. So wait here in the tub until I get back.” I said “ok”, as she pulled the drain plug and left. I didn’t know what she meant by getting things set up, didn’t really care, because I was going to be without a diaper. I could hear some rustling around in the garage as I waited for Kim to return. I looked down at my smooth naked body, and at the cage that was laying there. Now if only I could convince her to take this chastity off. Over the last several days it has become less bothersome, I’d say I was getting used to it, if that’s even really possible. I watched the water disappear down the drain while I waited. Kim returned shortly and grabbed the towel to dry me off. She hung the towel up, applied a liberal amount of diaper rash cream on my rash, and grabbed my hand and had me follow her out to the garage. It felt a little strange moving around without so many diapers between my legs. When I stepped in there I saw on ground, near the wall, a large dog crate that she used to use back when she fostered dogs. On the bottom were several layers of newspaper and inside was a baby bottle. “What is this?” I asked hoping it isn’t what I’m thinking it is. “This is where you will be staying tonight. You don’t want to wear a diaper, even though I told you need diapers, and as you should know it is rule #3. I really don’t feel like fighting with you on this so if you don’t want to wear diapers you can stay here in the cage.” The dog crate was for a large dog maybe 75 lb comfortably, not a full grown adult human. “Wait, but I don’t want to stay in the cage. It’s really small.” “That’s not my problem, you’re the one that doesn’t want to wear diapers.” “But it’s because of my diaper rash, I want it to heal.” “Your diaper rash would heal fine with diaper rash cream, but since you don’t want to wear diapers get in the cage.” Panicking a little, I quickly said, “It’s ok, I changed my mind, I will wear diapers. I don’t need to go in a dog crate.” “It is too late now. I already set this up, and we both agreed you will be without diapers and we can revisit it in the morning. Now get in the cage.” I looked at her with pleading eyes, “Please mommy?” That was the end of her patience. She grabbed my ear and twisted it. “Oww! Oww! Oww!” I whined as she pulled me to the crate down on my hands and knees and into the crate. She closed the door, then for extra measure locked it with a padlock. “Now I will bring you some dinner in a little bit. I don’t want to hear any noise from you, you have a bottle of water, so you will be fine.” I turned around in the cage to face her and the door, looking up with her as my eyes watered a little. She turned out the light, and left me alone in the dark in a dog crate. I stayed on my hands and knees to keep my diaper rashed butt from making contact with anything. I could feel the chastity cage hanging down between my legs. I felt the padlock a little, hoping maybe I might be able to break it, but that had no chance of happening. I dropped down to my forearms and let my head down, keeping my ass in the air. It was very cramped in there, and got uncomfortable quickly. After maybe a couple hours she came back out the garage, with a bowl of food. I had already drank half the bottle she left me. She undid the lock, opened the door and put the bowl of food in with me. “Here you are, eat up quickly. I took the bowl filled with grilled chicken and plain broccoli. I did the best I could eating in a crate and a painful rash that has me keeping my butt from making contact with anything. I tried to eat with my hands the best I could, but at one point I found it easier to have the bowl on the ground as I was on my knees in elbow, my face down close to the bowl shoveling the food directly in my mouth. After I finished eating she took the bowl, locked the cage, turned the lights out, and left. A few more hours and I felt the familiar feeling of needing to urinate. Normally I would have a thick diaper, but Kim in all of her craziness has me in a dog crate with newspaper. I didn’t want to go, just as I never do, I held out for a little, but with almost a week of not holding it in, it wasn’t so simple. I felt some escape and drip down on the newspaper under me. I wanted to cry at my predicament, I knew it was a hopeless fight, and no way was I going to be able to hold it all night. I gave up, and let my bladder empty. I could feel my urine spreading to my knees, the newspapers seemed to help spread it along the cage more than soak it up. It moved to my forearms. My bladder was empty and now I had to literally lay in my own mess. I tried to keep my head as elevated as I could. But with my rash, and tiredness I kept falling down. At some point in the night I dozed off long enough to wake up with my face covered in my own piss. Not only was this really uncomfortable, but it was also really disgusting. I thought the last punishment was disgusting, at least my face wasn’t in my mess. Hopefully she won’t sleep in too late tomorrow and I can get out of it.