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  1. Role Reversal – 12 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 12 - The challenge I came out of my Mommy character to explain a few things to Chris. I was not relinquishing my dominate role, but I wanted to introduce a fun game to play with Chris and this seemed to be the right moment to introduce my challenge. "I am introducing a game for us to play when we go to the movies. It is quite simple. The first one to wet loses the game. Before you start asking a lot of questions, let me tell you that I am willing to put up a great prize if you win. You have been after me for anal sex for a long time and I will be your willing partner, if you win the contest. You set the stage, you tell me what to do, and I will be yours completely. It will be a night that you will never forget. Your desire will be my pleasure. I thought about a prize if I win. You must take me on a weekend trip to N.Y to see a Broadway play of my choosing (and spend the weekend as my diaper slave). It is that simple...if you think about it, you can hardly lose in this contest." "However, I don't fully trust you. More importantly, my master role and your slave status does not change for the rest of today. Your hands will be kept as they are, bound in tape and useless. You will look as if your hands were injured. People will not know that underneath your clothes, you are my little diaper slave. Further, we will both drink 32 ounces of fluid every ½ hour starting now and continuing through the movie." "I am not going to ask you again if you want to come to the movies today. You will come with me one way or the other. (I was dangling Chris's shock collar to remind him that I could take additional measures if I chose.) Questions?" Chris thought for a moment, but he knew he was defeated. This was going to be a strange situation for Chris because he had never been in public with a diaper on. Until this weekend, he had never wet a diaper since his infant days. I knew from my personal experience that wearing a diaper in public was going to be a huge step for Chris. He was going to be self-conscious that people were looking at him. He would be worried if there were any telltale signs of a bulky diaper. And if he had to wet it, wow! He was going to feel the humiliation as he filled his diaper with his own hot, wet, pee. I wasn't going to play totally fair during our contest, but Chris was going to have to learn this lesson the hard way. Chris said he didn't have any questions. He was mine to control. I was the master and loving it. To Be Continued…
  2. Role Reversal – 10 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 10 - An early morning in the nursery My sleep ended abruptly when Chris's bed-wetting monitor went off. I had to laugh. I was getting up in the middle of the night like any mommy caring for an infant, but mine was on the plus side of 30 years old. The sound could only mean one thing - Chris wet through his four cloth diapers and triggered the alarm. Do I let him stew for a while or change him? The sound was not going to stop, so I went down the hall to the nursery. Chris was looking at the door when I opened it. I gave him a very cheerful, "Hello my little baby." "Are you all wet again?" Chris gave me a sarcastic remark, "What do you think?" "Are you some kind of rocket scientist to be able to figure out that I am wet?" It was then that I wished I had left Chris in his shock collar. I would have used it. I unplugged the bed-wetting monitor and started to leave the nursery. Chris suddenly asked, "You aren't going to leave me here the rest of the night in a wet diaper, are you?" I was quick to respond, "You must be a rocket scientist to be able to figure that one out!" I am sure he got my point and I slammed the door behind me as I left. Chris would have to roll around in his wet diapers until morning. I was not going back in there and felt I needed to reassert myself. I had to once again show him I was still the boss of him. He was not the boss of me, today. Chris tried to test me and I wouldn't have any part of it. Morning came, and I woke up to go make coffee. I didn't hear anything on the nursery monitor, so I decided to check in on Chris before going downstairs. I peeked in and Chris was sleeping like a baby! Go figure. I was sitting and drinking my coffee and started to think through my next move with Chris. It was Sunday and tomorrow it would be back to normal. (That was if our relationship could approach anything called "normal.") My plans were to take Chris out in public as my diaper slave. This would not be easy, and it was my biggest challenge in my new role. Fortunately I had a solid plan and I went upstairs to get my baby ready for the day. To Be Continued….
  3. My Agonizing Journey to Babyhood – 12 By: Heather23 Edited by: DaddyRich Chapter 12 – A leash and more humiliation from my Master Chris led me upstairs by my new leash. I was in wild anticipation of enjoying some great sex. He led me over to the bed. I must say the leash was very effective at controlling my movements. I was careful not to get out of step with Chris's movements. I obviously didn't want to struggle with Chris while he was holding my leash for fear that I would only hurt myself. I was entirely under Chris's control. Chris laid on his back and gently pulled me over to him with another tug of my leash. Chris instructed me to remove his pants. I knew what I must do next and almost by instinct began to lick his cock. I stopped to ask him a question to see if we could have conventional sex, but a quick tug on my leash put me back to work; sucking and licking Chris's cock. I didn't want Chris to come in my mouth and ruin my chance at having "regular (man on girl) sex." My desires seemed irrelevant. Chris had a firm hold on the leash and every time I let up ever so slightly, I felt the leash pull at my pussy lips and I quickly responded. I was being controlled by the little pacifier charm that at first looked so cute, but now controlled my every movement. Chris finally exploded in my mouth and instructed me to swallow every drop. He patted me on the head like I was a little dog. "My little girl performs very well at the end of her leash." "I should have had you pierced years ago." "Master, may I have permission to ask a question?" "Go ahead." "Would Master allow me to come? I am so horny." "Kim, that would be so wrong for a teenager to have real sex." "Did you already forget about your age regression to teen status?" "I thought you were smarter than this." I was irritated by Chris's response, but powerless under his control. I thought to myself that I would at least be able to pleasure myself this evening once Chris fell asleep. I would soon learn differently. Chris announced that it was time for bed. "Kimberly, I don't want to be bothered by you tonight, so I am going to take some measures to make sure you stay put and are diapered in case you need to use the toilet during the night." "The toilet...what toilet?" I asked. "You just want to hear me say it to you, don't you, Miss Kimberly." "Your toilet will be your diaper tonight and every night this week!" "You always liked the convenience of not having to get up during the night anyway." I blushed. His point was made. No sex for me unless I was able to sneak my hand down my diaper and do it myself. Oh! The life of a diaper slave... Chris went through the ritual of diapering me. He loved my shaved pussy, and he took extra time rubbing powder on me. It appeared that tonight I would be "treated" to cloth diapers. He took several diapers and slipped them under my bottom. He teased me, "Now that you have permanent diaper pins as tattoos, it is confusing to know which ones are real and which ones are tattoos." I found it interesting that he didn't undo my pussy leash while he diapered me. Instead, he placed the chain back between my legs so that it followed up my butt crack. He placed two diaper pins on each side of the cloth diapers, so they would stay put. He then showed me the plastic pants with my picture on the front and Baby Kimberly across the rear. "These little plastic panties got you in a lot of trouble today." "I thought it would be appropriate to put Kimberly in them so that she could properly 'enjoy' them through the night." My diapers and plastic pants were now in place. The end of the leash came up and out of my diaper at the small of my back. I felt well diapered, but sexually frustrated. Chris went on teasing me, "If you forget that you are my diaper slave, look in the mirror; your name is prominently displayed across your butt!" He put me in a little t-shirt that said Bebe and I thought I could now slip into bed. "Not so fast little girl!" Chris said. "I learned today that little Kimberly has a propensity to remove her diapers." "We don't want that happening tonight now do we?" Chris did something next that I was fearing. He put bondage mittens on my hands. I had worn these things in the past. They are absolutely awful, but effective. They look like two large leather ping pong paddles. However, my hands were locked inside the weird contraptions. With these bondage mittens locked on my hands, I would be powerless to do anything for myself. There would be no way to play with myself with these stupid paddles on my hands. There would be no way to remove my diapers. I would remain Chris's captive slave and sexually frustrated through the night. I frowned at Chris. Chris had me stand up in front of him and slowly turn, so he could see my new plastic pants to the fullest. He stopped me and grabbed the end of the leash that came out the back of my diaper and plastic pants. He gave the leash a quick tug. The chain was resting between my butt cheeks, but the end of the chain pulled at the little pacifier that was hidden deep within the folds of my diapers. I backed up to Chris in response to the pull. "Kim, this is too much fun." "I hope you are enjoying yourself too." he said with a sarcastic smile. "Miss Kimberly, will you please follow me to the foot of our bed." I had no choice controlled by the leash and moved to the foot of the bed. "Lay down on this blanket," Chris demanded. I got down on the blanket. "Kimberly, it wouldn't be right to have you sleep in the same bed as me, so you will sleep on the floor at the foot of my bed." "I am sure that you would agree that this is best for my little girl." I reluctantly went along and laid my head down on the blanket. Chris took the end of my pussy leash and I heard that all too familiar click as he locked the leash to the leg on the bed. I could hardly move with such a small chain. My hands were in bondage paddles. My toilet was between my legs in the form of several cloth diapers. My plastic pants said Baby Kimberly on the back and my picture was proudly displayed on the front. I was defeated, frustrated, humiliated, but in love. Before Chris went to bed he kissed my forehead and spent time patting my diapered bottom. This only added to my excitement and sexual frustration. "Sleep tight, my little girl." "Don't wake me in the night!" "You have everything you need." Chris launched one last jab before he laid down on the bed, "Don't forget to put the cover down on the toilet if you use it tonight." This was an obvious jab at me because I was always telling him to put the toilet seat down after using it. It would not be long until I tested the limits of my cloth diapers. I was able to drift off to sleep. To be continued…
  4. 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……
  5. Wendy’s Week in Diapers – Part 6 From: Bytemine Edited by: DaddyRich Actually it took about 90 minutes. She was furious. "You know I can't teach in this condition!" she hissed, trying not to let the whole office know that something was wrong. "So cancel it!" "You know I can't. It's already 4:35!" "Just do your best, Wendy. But do take notes. I want to hear all about it." She hung up on me. She got in the door at seven. She wasn't mad anymore, she was back to begging to be let off. Her face was red and puffy, and I wondered if she had been crying. She headed straight for the bedroom. As she walked down the hall I could see small streaks in her stockings caused by dribbles from her diapers. By the time I got there she had stripped down to her diapers and a bra. "I want you to take this damned tube out of me," she pouted. "This isn't fun anymore. I've been wetting myself like a toddler for hours." I didn't say anything. I just took out the stocks and got them ready for her. She took one look at them and started to turn red. "You don't have to use those," she said while slowly shaking her head from side to side, "I'll be good." "It's a case of first things first." I said softly but firmly. She turned an even deeper shade of red and I thought for a moment that she was about to offer some serious protests, but then she just sighed and stepped into place, holding still while I fastened the neck and wristbands. I left her standing there while I laid out the diapers she would wear until morning. Feeling a little vengeful, I laid out four of the cloth diapers and then added a fifth, folded lengthwise, as a soaker down the middle. Then I had her lie down on this pile of pads while I went to work on the catheter. I had it out in a jiffy. A few seconds more and she was all bundled up for the night, flexing her legs, testing the thickness of her rubber-covered crotch. "It's too thick," she said in wonderment, flexing her legs a little more. I knew that voice alright. It was her horny voice. Time for my treat. She looked at her hands still locked in the cuffs of the stocks and then back at me. She was expecting me to release her. "Oh," she said, "silly me. I forgot about the diaper lock." She wasn't the only one! I had been so intent on getting the details about the health club that I had forgotten the retainer belt. Close call! I tried to conceal my surprise as I helped her to stand. I had it tight and snug in a minute and this time she looked a lot less enthralled with her diapers. "Now you can let me go!" she said playfully. "Nope. Not until I hear what happened at the health club, in glorious detail." The expression on her face collapsed. She stood in the center of the room, dressed only in bulging diapers, squeaky rubber panties and the absurd diaper lock belt, her hands held at the level of her shoulders by the wooden stocks. She pulled at her tethered hands and did a little dance of frustration. "Please. No. Don't make me! Just let me go!" I just smiled and shook my head. "You can tell me, or we can find something to encourage you with." "Like what?" she pouted, but a little suspicious too. "Like a suppository." Her eyes opened wide as she digested what I meant. She looked down at her bound loins and then toward her equally useless hands. We both knew she was helpless to stop me and I knew from things she had said earlier that Wendy had once accidentally soiled a diaper her grandma had made her wear, and it hadn't been a fond memory. "You wouldn't." she said without conviction. "I would." Wendy took a trial step or two. We both listened to her heavy rubber panties swish and rustle. She looked at the door. The stocks were too wide to let her pass through it. She slumped down onto the bed, sitting, with a big sigh. "I knew you weren't going to let me off. Okay. You win. Take the stocks off, and I'll tell you all about it." "First the story. Then the stocks come off, because if I don't like the story, you are going to have messy diapers by morning." "Just let me lie down." "Why?" "It's more comfortable, okay?" I helped her lie down, her head on the pillows. This is what she had to say: Wendy's (POV) I guess you've figured it out by now that I run hot and cold on this diapers thing. Sometimes it’s delicious, a private little bondage session that I take with me wherever I go. Other times it is sheer hell, like when I notice people staring at my seamed stockings and reacting to the rustling sounds from my diapers. I'm always worried that I'm blushing too much. I mean, how are you supposed to wet yourself while standing in an elevator full of people and not show it? Anyway, it's 4:15, and I'm beginning to curse your idea about tying my shoes in place, because my feet are killing me, when this courier turns up in my office. Problem is he just walked through the door without knocking. He caught me squatting down, having a pee. I was in front of my desk and facing the door, so he got a real eye full of my diapered crotch - or at least I'm pretty sure he did because he blushed pretty hard. Maybe he was staring at my garters. Anyway, we both got pretty red. I signed for the parcel and made sure the door got locked as I saw him out. I was pretty shaken. It could have been someone from the office. Like I said, I've been attracting a lot of attention lately. Anyway, as soon as I got the parcel open I saw your note. I got mad. So mad that I flooded my diaper. I was about to go to the washroom to change when I noticed the time. It was too late for anything but leaving for the club. I grabbed my purse and stuffed the tracksuit into my gym bag. I'm sure I was making sloshing sounds as I headed for the elevator. Just as I got out onto the street I began to leak. Just a little trickle running down the inside of my thigh. My stocking top took care of it, but I knew that if I peed much more I would be a sight. I guess it was then that I began to think about what was going to happen at the club, I mean, how I was going to handle things. I was pretty sure the changing room had toilet stalls, so I relaxed a little. Once I got to the club I ran to the locker room. I could feel more pee arriving in my diaper and I knew I was about to leak badly. You picked a great day to do this to me. Did you know that they were painting the toilet stalls and had taken all the doors off? That really floored me. I was so sure that I would be able to find a private place to change that for a minute I just stood there, peeing myself and wondering how to get out of this mess. Finally, I had no choice. It was change or leak. So I took the last stall and hoped no one would happen by. I got everything ready before I exposed anything embarrassing. A fresh diaper, new plastic panties, my tracksuit, the works. I took off my blouse and bra first. Then I cut the fishing line around my shoes and slipped them off. My stockings went next. Finally, I was down to my skirt and everything underneath it. I was about to slip my plastic panties off when I realized a pool of liquid had formed in the crotch. Since I couldn't let it splash on the floor I had to move all my stuff around, so I could sit on the toilet and hold the elastic open, so it could drain. I took off the plastic pants while still sitting down and only a few drops escaped. I got rid of the diaper pretty quick after that. I put it between the toilet and the wall, hoping no one would see it. I got rid of my skirt, took off my garter belt and then grabbed a fresh diaper. Have you ever tried to put one of those things on when you're standing? Just as I got it taped, I looked up to see a 12-year-old girl staring at me from just outside the cubicle. Her mouth was hanging open. "Is that a diaper?" she asked loud enough to wake the dead. I told her to get lost. As soon as she disappeared I regretted being rude. Now she was sure to tell her mother. But, let me tell you, I've never had a diaper that felt so good. It was warm and dry and comfortable -- there's nothing like it. Unless you have to go and stand in front of 20 people while you wear it! I got my plastic pants on and put a pair of loose jogging shorts (that I had in my locker) over them to keep the noise down. Then I put the tracksuit on, put away my stuff. Put my wet diaper in the trash and tried to get my nerve up. Everyone stared at me as soon as I walked into the room. My head told me it was because they've never seen me in a tracksuit. My fear told me it was because they all knew I was wearing a diaper. To be continued…….
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