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DaddyRich

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  2. Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 9 I guess Wendy had a lot to think about because she didn't talk much the next morning as I put her into double cloth diapers and plastic pants (despite the fact they made a bulge in her dress) and locked her in the belt. She was withdrawn and uncommunicative as I kissed her goodbye. I watched her teeter down the hallway in her highest heels (that once again were tied in place), her slightly bulging behind adding an extra sway to her skirt that drew even more attention to her seamed stockings. If you were to pass close enough to her, you would have heard the rustle of fabric on plastic, and you might have caught the sweet, innocent fragrance of baby powder. She wasn't five minutes out the door before I was on the phone ordering her chastity belt from a custom supplier. As the morning worn on I began to wonder if I had gone too far. After all, this was supposed to be at least some fun for her. I need not have worried. She called me at 10:30. "The boss has asked me to lunch," she said in a voice husky from arousal. I knew she was reliving her diaper-date fantasy. "... it's a command performance. I just can't refuse." "So, go." I said flatly. I wanted to know what she was up to. "But I'll need a change by then." "I see. How do you suppose we arrange that?" Her voice got heavier. She was really getting off now. "I thought if you drove to the restaurant I could excuse myself to go to the ladies room and then meet you in the car for a quick change." I decided to be cooperative. As I packed up a diaper change my mind began to map out the scene, and immediately I discovered some problems. Our car was too small for changing an adult. On impulse, I called a buddy who had just bought a minivan. I dialed his home number by mistake and was just about to hang up, so I could call his office when a very nasal voice answered. It was Henry, alright, home sick in bed with the flu, and yes, I could borrow the van as long as I made a trip to the drug store for him while I had it. I felt an erection growing as I headed out the door. I got to the restaurant and parked the van beside the dumpster, reducing the likelihood of someone strolling by while Wendy and I were being intimate. Then I slipped into the restaurant and took a table near the entrance where Wendy would be sure to see me and where I could see the entire room. I told the waiters that I was waiting for someone and ordered a coke. It took her about 15 minutes to arrive, and you should have seen her face when she saw me. Of course, she knew she couldn't let on that she knew me and that was all the fun. As I watched her and her boss make their way to their table I studied her beautiful legs with their sexy seamed stockings. Her skirt did seem a little fuller but no one would have guessed she was in diapers. Yes, her shoes were in place. I fell in love all over again while I watched them engage in small talk and place their orders. She had a bit of a conversation with the waiter and then rose almost as soon as the serving staff had left. She managed to catch my eye and I knew it was my signal. I made my way to the back of the restaurant which, fortunately combined the hallway to the washrooms with the rear entrance. "Blue van." I whispered to her as I brushed past her. By the time she pulled open the large side door I had her diaper change all laid out, not to mention the neck stocks. Here eyes were glassy with arousal and unless she had used too much blush that morning her complexion revealed her anxious state. She glanced and the stocks and seemed about to say something but then just whispered. "Those fresh diapers look great! Let's get on with it." I had her lie down beside the fresh diapers and then guided her neck and wrists into the leather bands. That made her breath even more deeply. "Hurry," she said breathlessly, "we don't have long." With her now so deliciously immobilized it seemed a shame to have to hurry, but I still enjoyed myself. I undressed her like a doll, first pushing her skirt up around her torso, then releasing her garters and removing the garter belt. I decided to leave her stockings on to save time. She twisted her hips to help me gain access to the diaper lock and breathed a sigh of relief as it was released and removed. Then I peeled down the baby-like frosty plastic panties she had chosen and exposed her soaked diaper. The smell of hot pee immediately filled the van. It was like a perfume to me. I unpinned the diaper and pulled it away from her crotch. As I had guessed she was aroused to the brink of orgasm. To hell with the time factor, I thought as I ripped open my jeans. "No time." she whispered hoarsely and without conviction as my stiff member was cleared for action. It was one "no" that sure meant "yes". Her arms pulled against their leather bindings in orgasmic spasm as I entered her. She began to shudder as wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. My member, encased in her slick love tunnel, had found its own version of heaven and I knew my own orgasm was not far off. We came together in a tryst of grunting and moaning that was so powerful it was just as well that Wendy was bound. I lay on top of her for a minute and then withdrew. A glance at my watch told me we had already taken too much time. Wendy lifted her hips while I extracted the wet diapers and replaced them with the stack of dry cloth ones I had prepared. As soon as her damp bottom touched the dryness she moaned in pleasure and wriggled against the stocks a little, just to remind herself that she was about to be bound up in diapers again and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. I used four pins to fasten the diapers as tightly as possible and then used a snap-on pair of plastic panties to keep her clothing dry. She flexed her thighs against the bulk between her legs while I prepared her diaper belt. Again, she twisted to one side while I passed it around her waist and gave me the customary complaint about making it too tight, but there was still a gleam in her eye. I prepared her garter belt and put it around her waist. She had to hold each leg up in the air while I straightened her seams for her before fastening the stocking to the hungry little garter tabs. I replaced her skirt, using the chance to stroke her padded crotch. She moaned appreciatively, but I knew that time had become our enemy. I released the neck and wrist cuffs and helped her to sit up. She grabbed her purse and fussed with her make-up for a few seconds. "I swear its written all over my face!" "The diapers?" "No. The orgasms." Then she kissed me full on the mouth before fleeing out the van door toward the restaurant. I cleaned up the van and replaced my clothing. By the time I made my way back through the restaurant Wendy and her boss were deep in conversation. I made sure I passed by their table. Wendy was sitting a little back from the table with her legs crossed. The top of one stocking and a garter clasp were clearly visible, and it had not escaped the boss' attention. I was just in time to catch their conversation. "...a lady has to have her secrets." Wendy said coquettishly. "Any you obviously have a few." her boss remarked. I thought to myself, "don't push it, my friend. She's locked up tight and won't you be surprised if that skirt rides any higher". Wendy winked at me as I paid for my drink and left through the front door. On the way home I stopped at the drug store for Henry and then made a detour to the sex shop where I picked up Wendy's chastity belt. It had an oval metal plate that would cover her pubis and a series of fine chains to make sure it stayed snugly in place. It was perfect, and I knew it would be used a lot. I was really looking forward to Wendy's arrival that night. I sensed she was really aroused by the diaper punishment and I planned an evening of leaving her diapers fully exposed while I plied her with beer, so I could watch her wet herself. As fate would have it I got a call from the hospital at 3:30 and had to go in for a four-hour shift. At first, I thought of leaving the keys to Wendy's diaper lock with a note, so she could change herself. It would be interesting to see if she voluntarily put diapers on herself without being forced to. Then I thought about Wendy's stories of her diaper dates and decided that four hours wasn't that long and if things really got out of control she could call me and I would tell her where to find the keys. I had been called in to handle a teenage girl whose drug-induced behavior led her to compulsive masturbation. Her vaginal area was red and sore by the time she was admitted and no one thought it strange when I prescribed extra thick diapers and a diaper lock as the most humane way to prevent her from hurting herself. Watching that kid waddle around while she pulled and tugged at the diapers and heavy belt that held them on was a constant reminder of my wife and a real turn-on. To be continued……
  3. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 8 From Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Back to Jim……………… The story had made me very horny. But the thought of making her use her diapers for a BM made me even hornier. "Hmm. I don't know about that. I'm in need of a little release, myself. Care to oblige me? It could earn you some brownie points." She gave me a look that clearly said “Damn All Men!” and then smiled. "Sure. Just unlock the belt and help yourself. But you had better be quick or things could get unpleasant." I flashed her one of my checkmate! smiles. "Oh, I don't think we need to go to all that trouble. Why don't I just make myself comfortable here while you put that precocious little mouth of yours to work." I dropped my jeans while the comprehension registered on her face. The pouting little girl came back. "You can't!" she pleaded while tugging at her tethered wrists. "You just can't!" "Can't do what?" I asked sweetly as my shirt and underwear joined the jeans on the floor. This was definitely interesting. "I really have to go!" she wailed, although I knew her well enough not to be fooled. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were hard. She was enjoying this. "Me first" I said. By now I was lying on the bed perpendicular to her. She grits her teeth and began to move into position to take me in her mouth. Just as I began to wonder how advisable it was to let her teeth get that close to my wedding tackle I felt her warm, moist lips encompass me and I began my own little journey to heaven. Wendy was having trouble managing the stocks and my cock in her mouth at the same time. Finally, she discovered she could get some support if she propped one end of the stocks on the bed and took me from an angle. She kept making little grunting sounds and writhing her hips very seductively. Since she had a good incentive to bring me off quickly she was working her tongue over-time and I was really rising to the occasion. The hornier I got, the closer Wendy came to loading her diapers. I could tell by the thigh-squeezing, grunting and pauses for breath. A couple of times she looked up at me with an 'Isn't this-over-yet? expression. In the middle of that there would be a cramp or a spasm and her eyes would take on a distant, far-away look. Finally, I was coming in great waves of wonderfulness. Wendy sucked and sucked until I was too sensitive to let her continue. Then she rolled to one side. "Please!" she gasped and then gave out with a little shriek. I looked over to see her lying on her back with the greatest look of surprise on her face that you can imagine. Her hips moved, her back arched up and down as if possessed by some demon. She looked back at me, shocked by what was happening to her. It would have been over in a few seconds if it hadn't been for the diaper lock. Once Wendy's body had decided it was going to expel it wasn't going to give up because something got in the way! Wendy's bowels had taken control of her. She looked just like a surprised toddler as she became obsessed with the need to fill her diapers. ‘Puff and grunt, Puff and grunt.’ She struggled against the wide leather strap that had been locked snugly between her legs. I could hear her breathing, feel her exertions through the mattress. I knew she was making progress, but she wouldn't be very comfortable. As the efforts subsided, and she began to regain her composure her expression changed. "I just messed myself," she said in a little-girl voice. She looked down at the thick diapers between her legs, no doubt feeling the heavy wet mess inside them, and then looked at the stocks that held her hands helpless. Finally, she flexed her legs together and suddenly began to orgasm. Her whole body trembled with the force of it. Great wracking waves of pleasure that absorbed her consciousness. For once, it was fun to be a spectator. As she finished and began to catch her breath I put my mind on what to do next. It came down to just how much of a punishment I wanted Wendy's diapers to be. Bound up in the stocks, her diaper locked on tight, she was in no condition to do anything but bargain with me. I glanced over to see her looking at me expectantly, almost afraid to put voice to the question that must surely be nagging her - would I change her? I made my decision. Wendy would stay in her dirty diapers for a couple of hours, just to let her know what it felt like. I knew that I would either change her or let her change herself before bedtime, but I sure wasn't going to let her know that. Without saying a word I began to release her from the stocks. She looked up at me with an embarrassed smile, grateful for the prospect of relief. As soon as the stocks fell away she stood up, very carefully, and presented the lock at the rear of the retention belt for my attention. Trying hard not to smile I just got up and started to walk out of the room. "Jim!" she whimpered. It was such a pitiful sound that I almost gave in to it. "Yes, dear?" I said in as normal voice as I could manage. "Aren't you... You know... change me?" I looked back at her, standing with her legs wide apart, half bent forward as she tried to avoid feeling the mess in her diaper. She was pathetically pretty, and again I almost recanted my plan, but I didn't. "And why should I do that?" She let her gaze drop to the floor as a low moan escaped from her throat. "Please. Don't play with me. I need to be changed and right now." Her voice was soft, but her tone was sincere. "I'll think about it." I said cheerfully and went to the living room. I rescued two beers from the kitchen along the way. I wanted Wendy to be very ready for her next diaper change. I won't bore you with the antics and pleading I endured for the next hour. Wendy dared not sit down and yet moving wasn't any fun for her either. I kept her drinking beer - which she didn't want - and waited for the inevitable wetting. She tried various ways of sitting on the floor while she kept up a steady stream of complaints, attempts at bribery and good old pouting. Finally, I had heard enough. "Do you really want to bargain?" I asked. At that point I was ready to leave her in those diapers all night. She nodded. "Okay. Here's the deal. You'll never wear pantyhose again, only garter belts and stockings." I paused and she gulped as she nodded. So far so good. "You agree that I can put you back into diapers any time I want to." She gulped harder at that but she did nod. Now for the prize. "And I want you to agree to wear a chastity belt any time I want you to." She blushed a deep red. I knew I had hit pay dirt. The whole diaper thing for Wendy was just a chastity belt in disguise. She stared at the floor and seemed to spend a lot of time clearing her throat. I saw her run her hands over the slick plastic of her panties, feeling how snug and tight the leather belt was, and she even reached around to fondle the small padlock at her back. I wondered what she was imagining - was she weighing the discomforts that I described against what she was suffering now? What would I do if she refused the offer and just waited for me to change her? "Okay." she said softly as her cheeks turned crimson. "Tell me what you are agreeing to." I wanted to hear the words from her ruby lips. "I agree not to wear pantyhose anymore, just garter belts and stockings. I'll let you put me in diapers whenever you want, and I'll wear a chastity belt too." "Fine." I said as I took out the keys to the retention belt. Not trusting her, I took her back to the bedroom where she was committed into the care of the trusty and reliable stocks before I unlocked her diaper belt. Then I helped her into the shower where I stripped down her diapers, used the hand-held shower head to clean her up and marched her back to the bedroom for more diapers and a renewed acquaintance with the diaper lock. She didn't say much through all of this, and we didn't converse again before falling asleep. To be continued…….
  4. That is a HOT story, portiapee63! Hope there is more!
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