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sissy2useandabuse · 5 days

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A Spanking Before I Go

One last application of lipstick and as I gazed back at my reflection in the full length mirror, a smile of satisfaction crossed my face.

The skin-tight, white, mini-dress I was wearing was sure to drive my boyfriend crazy, in addition to getting loads of attention from any males who happened to be lucky enough to see me tonight. With it's deeply plunging neckline, it showcased my fabulous cleavage and the provocatively short hem barely covered my ass.

The thought of spending the night with my sexy boyfriend made me shudder pleasantly with arousal. He was a fantastic lover and I could almost feel the last earth shattering orgasm he'd given me while riding his magnificent cock.

Smiling back at my reflection, I knew sex would be the first thing on our agenda tonight.

With a sigh, I realized I had just one bit of unpleasantness to take care of, before my evening officially begun. It was Saturday night, and that meant it was time for my sissy husband's weekly maintenance spanking. He was waiting in his nursery down the hall, the room I had converted several years ago and where he now slept every night. To be sure, he would never be allowed in my bed again, and he was required to ask permission, just to enter the master bedroom.

Normally, Danny's weekly maintenance spankings were a time to review his behavior over the last week and redress any shortcomings that he may have somehow avoided being punished for. These were usually infrequent and in fact, this week, he had been a perfect angel.

Still, my spankings are the same, whether he's been good or bad, and I don't stop until the tears are flowing freely and I know he'll have a hard time sitting the next day.

My stilettos clicked loudly in the hallway as I made my way the short distance to his room. I knew the sound filled him with dread and I suppressed the smile I was wearing. Striding into his nursery, I was struck once again with the strong, pungent, sour tang of wet diapers and sheets, the hallmark of a chronic bedwetter. This was in fact, the whole reason Danny was in the place he was--his childish habit had been the source of his downfall, from proud husband, to that of a diaper wetting sissy.

Danny had tried to keep that shameful secret from me before we were married, a nightly habit he had never really shaken since his days in middle and high school.

After he had had a number of accidents in our bed, I quickly decided diapers and plastic panties were the only proper solution for his problem. But then the constant smell and occasional leak on the mattress forced me to take stronger measures which caused me to move him out of the master bedroom and have him sleep in the spare room instead.

However, the act of powdering and pinning him into baby's diapers every night and discovering them soaked the next morning began to steadily and irrevocably change my feelings toward him. It was impossible to respect him as a man during the day, knowing he was helplessly wetting his diapers like a baby every night.

He begged me to be patient with him, telling me that this was just a temporary phase he was going through, but as the days went on, his wetting only got worse, not better.

I bought him some short tops to go with his diapers which I knew would make him look like a complete sissy but he didn't seem to mind. I also purchased a vinyl, waterproof mattress cover in babyish nursery print for his bed so that when his plastic or rubber panties leaked, the mattress wouldn't be ruined. A pink diaper pail was soon added to his room, along with all the diapering supplies an incontinent sissy would need; stacks of cloth diapers, plastic panties, baby powder, diaper rash cream and pins, all in clear view of anyone who happened to come into his room.

Although I had "saved myself for marriage", I soon learned what a tragic mistake that had been. Danny proved to be absolutely worthless in bed, having difficulty getting an erection and often cumming only moments thereafter.

In frustration, I purchased a secure steel chastity device and much to his chagrin and frustration, my husband soon found his unimpressive little penis locked up for good. It also put an abrupt end to his daily masturbation, something I'm sure he wasn't counting on.

While this solution certainly put him in his proper place, it did nothing to satisfy my sexual needs. I needed a good, hard cock, and his tongue just wasn't going to cut it.

I started flirting with the guys in my office and before long, I was being inundated with offers for dates. Danny, who has always been very submissive in our relationship, was in no position to argue with me, particularly as I was pinning him into his soft, fluffy diapers and rubber panties every night. He knew he was a failure as a man, and like most sissies, he knew deep down it was time to step aside and let a real man take care of me.

I think the strict chastity also helped, as he kept thinking that if he let me have a free hand with dating, that I would let him out of his device. Of course, that was never going to happen, and the only "relief" he ever got, was when I milked him, using my fat, strap-on dildo. The chastity device stayed on, but after a half hour of long, deep, penetrating strokes, he was soon leaking copiously.

Although he never experiences an orgasm anymore, I am at least able to drain a lot of semen from his swollen and aching balls.

When I came into his nursery, he was nervously straightening up, knowing full well his time of judgment had arrived. I opened the window that looks out on our neighbor's patio--not to air out his nursery, although it definitely needed that, but so that the people next door would be able to hear Danny getting his bare bottom paddled. I want to make sure there is no doubt who wears the pants in this relationship and who the boss is in our house.

Our neighbors and friends know I spank Danny and he can barely hold eye contact with them anymore as a result of his shame.

"Well....it's that time again, isn't it?" I said as more of a statement, than a question.

Danny cleared his throat nervously.

"Y-yes, Mommy."

He was wearing his usual fat, bulging diapers and shiny plastic panties, a short, fuzzy fleece top with a childish script saying Mommy's Bedwetter, lemon yellow lace anklets and his glossy white Mary Janes. He looked like an anxious, overgrown toddler awaiting his well deserved punishment.

I picked up the hard oak Spencer paddle and took a seat on the only stool in the room.

"I want you to take several of your wet diapers out of the bin and place them near your face while I'm spanking you," I instructed him firmly, "To remind you of just how you got in this place."

Danny winced and trudged over to his diaper pail, opening the lid and removing a soggy bunch of strong smelling, pee-soaked cotton.

Holding my breath so as not to smell his wet diapers, I pulled his plastic panties down his smooth legs and past his knees. Awkwardly, I pulled him across and over my lap, situating him so that he was slightly off balance and after unpinning his diapers, I pushed the cloth back between his legs. Glancing up, I could see the fearful expression on his face in the tall stand-up mirror I had situated in the corner of the room so as to be able to see him with. He was squirming and whimpering now, truly afraid of the blistering hard spanking he was about to receive.

Holding the paddle firmly, I slowly, teasingly rubbed his twitching, bare bottom with it, dragging out the fearful anticipation and greatly increasing his anxiety.

"If you were a real man, you wouldn't find yourself over my lap now would you?" I taunted him.

"No, Mommy," he replied obediently.

"But you're not a real man are you?"

"No, Mommy," he whimpered.

"What are you?"

"A bedwetter," he replied.

"A bedwetting what?" I corrected him.

"A bedwetting sissy," he answered, his voice shaking with fear.

"That's right, sissy. And Mommy needs a real man to satisfy her--not a bedwetting sissy who can't keep his baby diapers dry.

"You need to be spanked and spanked hard--do you understand me?"

Looking across the room at his reflection in the mirror, I saw the panicky look on his face. He knew there was no getting out of this punishment but he also knew there was no avoiding his adding to his own humiliation.

"Y-yes, Mommy," he quaked.

"Say it," I said firmly as I stopped stroking his bottom.

"I-I need to be sp-spanked h-hard, Mommy," he wailed.

Inwardly I smiled, although outwardly, I kept a stern look on my face. I love nothing more than to heap humiliation on my pathetic husband.

Raising the paddle over my head, I brought it swooping down in an avenging arc to land with a terrifying impact that filled the room. A broad, bright red stripe crossed both his lily white cheeks and his eyes went wide with shock. Danny gasped but his voice was momentarily lost to him, so intense was the sting of the first swat. However, he soon found his voice as the paddle rained down again and again, smacking his baby soft bottom mercilessly, as he kicked wildly in helpless, sissy frustration.

As I slapped his cheeks repeatedly, hot, angry red patterns quickly covered his bottom. He was already bawling like a child and I could see streams of tears coursing down his face.

A quick glance over my shoulder showed Mrs. Jenkins, my next door neighbor, looking our way and smiling, and I knew she could clearly hear Danny getting his weekly spanking. The sight made me swat his bottom extra hard, eliciting an even louder wail from Danny's crying mouth.

"This is what happens to sissy bedwetters in this house," I snarled as I smacked him again, good and hard.

With his face mere inches from the stack of soiled diapers on the floor, I knew he was breathing deeply, the humiliating smell of his own incontinence.

I turned my attention to the still untouched sides of his cheeks, slapping them viciously with the paddle. To be sure, he would be sleeping on his tummy tonight and sitting only with great difficulty for the next couple of days.

Soon, the tender sides of his buns were the same, hot, angry color of red as his seat and I delivered my three final, deep swats to it, flattening his soft, curvy bottom with the paddle as he kicked his Mary Janes miserably, crying loudly like a baby.

Pulling the thick cloth of his diaper back up from between his thighs, I swiftly re-pinned both sides, encasing his blazing, stinging cheeks with a nice warm barrier to retain the heat. Standing him up on his wobbly legs, I tugged his nursery print plastic panties back up, working them over his fat diapers as he sobbed helplessly before me.

"Just what a bedwetting sissy deserves, isn't it?" I asked him, a smug look on my face.

"Y-yes, Mommy," he cried.

"And Sarah heard the whole thing--I'm sure she'll congratulate me for a job well done as I head out on my date tonight," I told him, adding further salt to his wounds.

Danny cried miserably, his face reddening further with shame as he imagined our pretty next door neighbor teasing him about it later, as she often did.

However, that would have to wait until tomorrow, as it was now Danny's bedtime.

Taking his baby bottle that was full of warm milk, I handed it to him as I led him over to his crib, removed his Mary Janes as I tucked him in, and gave him his teddy bear to sleep with.

"What do you think of this dress?" I asked him, posing provocatively and stroking the exposed tops of my big breasts, "Do you think Brad will fuck me hard tonight?"

I emphasized my slim waist by running my hands down my torso and stroking my silky smooth thighs.

Danny didn't want to answer the humiliating question but he knew better than to ignore me and he nodded his head sadly.

"He certainly knows how to use his cock and I just love how it fills me up. It's so big and hard--and so completely different from your own tiny, useless little pee-pee," I bragged, "He reaches places you could never hope to get, even if I were to let you try.

"But don't worry--that's never going to happen. Your tiny pecker is going to stay right where it belongs--locked in chastity inside your thick sissy diapers which I know you will be wetting over and over again."

Danny cried softly, completely defeated by my condescending words.

"Goodnight, my little bedwetter," I said as I raised the side of the crib and locked it in place. Turning on my heel, I turned off the light and walked out the door.

I made sure to lock it behind me, ensuring Danny another long, wet and lonely night in his crib.

THE END

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sissy2useandabuse · 24 days

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In his short, miserable experience as a sissy prostitute he'd already been bagged and gagged before being smuggled across the border into Mexico so was probably only inevitable he was now tagged as well. At least for the time being.

His master/pimp had told him that for the first few weeks every time he went out his panties or bra would be fitted with a tagging device so the sissy faggot could be tracked and not make a run for it. "Not that you'd get far," his master explained. Eventually, if the sissy proved himself and could be added to the stable and didn't have to be "disposed of"--whatever the fuck that meant--a more permanent solution would come: a chip would be inserted into the sissy and a female tattoo artist friend of his master would tat him with a barcode on his neck, which would allow anyone, mostly the men paying to use him, to scan it and see his vitals, former full name, stats, and cost for any and all services.

But for now he was tagged, like some jungle animal, and it dug into his back occasionally, like on this trek to a motel dump where some 65-year-old widowed ex-pat had just put the whimpering sissy slut over his knee for a thorough spanking. And the fat fuck was just getting started, having promised the sissy to do everything to him that this late ex-wife, god rest her miserable soul, had refused to do for the man. That meant more spankings of course, but also blowjobs and ass-fuckings, something the good Catholic wife had said violated god's will during their 40 years of marriage. So the sissy would suffer for the wife's inability to sin. The sissy wept quietly on the motel bed now, feeling his panties wedgied up his ass after the man had given them a yank up his pussy during the spanking. He imagined his ass had been reddened and he was right about that. Soon enough his face would be too from various slaps and then he'd be on his knees...first sucking....and then on his knees and on all fours on the bed getting fucked.

He wondered if anyone from his old life missed him yet. He wasn't even sure how long it'd been since he'd been snatched off the streets. The drugs made everything fuzzy.

This was his life now. No escape. Bagged, gagged and tagged. Just like a sissy should be.

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sissy2useandabuse · 1 month

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sissy2useandabuse · 1 month

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"Diaper butt." Those were now the two most important words in Kevin's vocabulary.

In fact they now defined his existence, at least in the town of 10,000 where he'd taught community college English for the past five years. Well, on the internet too, but that only meant another, what, 5 billion people or whatever?

He'd been SO good at hiding his perverted desires from everyone in his life and in the town. Sure, at home he liked to tape himself into his Pampers and jerk off into them, but no one knew about that. He told folks he was just looking for the right gal to meet, not that he had a one-inch clit that could only shoot sissy shampoo when encased in crinkly diapers. And the one time he went to a professional domme he drove eight hours away, for Christ's sake. Made sure to maintain his anonymity.

And then, one weekend, when he had to finally indulge his need for some public humiliation, he made sure to drive to a mall a whole four hours away where absolutely no one would know him. He had on his thick diapers and tight leggings and posed for some pictures outside his car in the parking lot.

Then he really got brave and worked up the guts to waddle into the big mall in the city. He then got exactly what he desired: snickers, smirks, smiles, outright laughter and a few verbal taunts like, "Fucking diapers," and "Your Pampers are full."

But it was the folks who didn't see who were the most important people in the mall that day. How was Kevin supposed to know that Kristen Johnson and Alicia Berry, two sophomores in his English class, both of them loud-mouth, arrogant party-girls, had taken that weekend to visit Kristen's cousin in that very same town four hours away. They'd spent the weekend partying at the four-year college in town and before heading back home had hit the local mall.

That's where, as they ate in the food court, they saw...Mr. Jensen? Their English prof? Wait...is that him? It is! Oh my god! And is...wearing diapers?! Yes, look at that diaper butt. Holy shit! Holy shit. They secretly followed and recorded him waddling around. They recorded people reacting to him. They recorded him adjusting his shirt to make the diapers even more fucking obvious. When he started walking toward them they avoided his glance and recorded his diaper crotch as well. What in the actual fuck. For 20 minutes they recorded this diaper faggot waddling around and then followed him out to his car and watched him drive off. Of all the things.

The next day in class neither could contain their laughter. They'd talked for about 24 hours straight about what to do with the video and the knowledge. Kristen, a bit more evil of the two, suggested blackmailing him. But eventually they decided that everyone needed to know about the diaper-wearing weirdo in the town. First they’d have some fun.

When they walked in together with Kevin clearing the chalkboard Kristen said loudly, “God why does it smell like a fucking diaper in here? Who filled their pants?” Alicia laughed while Kevin stopped writing. No way they knew. Maybe someone had farted before the two walked in.Ten minutes into class Kevin asked a question and Kristen raised her hand to say, "Well, Kevin, I think..." and Kevin stupidly interrupted to say, "Um it's Professor Jensen, Kristen. You remember."

"Oh," she replied, acting confused. "Okay, if you don't want me to call you Kevin I can call you by your real name. Professor Diaper Butt."

Alicia burst out laughing while the rest of the class was confused. Kevin stared slack-jawed. Seconds later Kristen uploaded a YouTube link to the class's Slack channel. "Kevin Jensen, aka Professor Diaper Butt, walks around in Pampers."

There it was. A 20-minute clip of Kevin waddling around in his thick, humiliating diapers, exposing himself, humiliating himself. Soon enough the class erupted in laughter and "holy fucks." Kevin checked the Slack group. Watched three seconds. He heard the calls of "Diaper Butt" from other students

Soon enough they'd tell their friends about Professor Diaper Butt. The administration would know. The townsfolk would know. The internet would know. Everyone would know about his diaper butt. His defining feature. The only thing that now mattered for a diaper butt faggot who'd gotten exactly the humiliation he thought he wanted...right up until he didn't.

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sissy2useandabuse · 1 month

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Frustrated Again

*Note to the reader: this story takes places 12 years after Babyhood for Billie.

Billie waddled tentatively into his wife's bedroom, his thick, embarrassing diapers spreading his legs apart and preventing him from being able to walk normally as an adult.

One had to admit he looked rather cute; his wife had dressed him in his short, cropped fleece top, the pink and white one that said "Mommy's Little Bedwetter" on it, matching anklets, and a flouncy pair of stretchy nylon rumba panties over the waterproof rubber panties covering his bulky nighttime diapers.

As usual, he felt emasculated and very babyish.

"Mommy?" he inquired timidly.

Jenna, his wife of five years, was lounging on her bed, filing her perfectly manicured nails and occasionally sipping a glass of wine. She looked absolutely fabulous. Dressed only in her sexy push-up bra and panties, her long, curly brown hair flowed down over her soft, bare shoulders like a waterfall, spilling down across her lithe arms but not covering the two spectacular mounds of her big breasts.

Billie stared at them now with unconcealed lust and unconsciously, his hand drifted down to gently rub the bunny soft front of his cushiony diapers.

"Yes, sissy?" she replied without looking up.

"Umm, I was wondering..." he began hesitantly, "Do you think it would be alright if I slept with you tonight?"

Jenna chuckled dismissively and smiled as she looked up at her diapered husband for the first time.

"No sissy, that's why I got a nice cozy crib for you to sleep in, so when you wet your bed, your mattress would be protected by a waterproof sheet. You know as well as I do that sometimes your plastic panties leak," she explained patiently.

She looked so desirable right now, the soft light only enhancing her fabulous curves and Billie could see she'd done her make-up meticulously. His tiny little penis throbbed urgently with need inside his restrictive metal chastity device.

"But I'm so horny," he whined pathetically.

Jenna smiled sweetly and got up out of the bed. Gently, she took his hand and led him out of her bedroom and back into his baby nursery next door.

"It's only another month, and then Mommy will let you out of your chastity device so you can play with yourself in your diapers. Won't that be fun?" she asked him in a condescending tone meant for toddlers.

Billie blushed at the humiliating "treat" she was describing. But he also knew it would be his only chance for an orgasm, however brief.

"But I'm horny now," he bleated.

Jenna patted his fat, ruffled bottom and guided him into his pink crib.

"Aww, poor little thing. Is my pampered princess feeling frustrated again?"

She stood over him and cupped her big, sexy breasts with her hands--the latter of which looked small by comparison, presenting him with a maddeningly sexual display of femininity. The sight made Billie's mouth water and he licked his dry lips. His little nub, so long ignored, was throbbing and aching painfully with desire and need.

"Please let me cum, Mommy," he pleaded desperately.

"Sorry sissy, it's your bedtime--Mommy's boyfriend is coming over and I want to look as pretty as possible for him."

Billie's entire being seethed with jealousy. He knew he was incapable of satisfying his sexy young wife but he boiled with frustration and envy that she openly cuckolded him, while at the same time, denying him any sort of sexual relief.

Every night was the same--after completing his list of chores, it was an early bedtime, pinned into his humiliating diapers and plastic panties. And every morning, he'd wake up soaking wet, desperately horny, and more frustrated than before.

Taking the bottle of milk that was on his pink dresser, Jenna pushed the big rubber nipple into her sissy hubbie's trembling mouth, effectively ending the conversation, and then tucked his teddy bear under his arm.

"It's nite-nite time, my little bedwetter," she said as she raised the side of his crib and latched it shut, "You leave the sex and orgasms to a real man and he'll leave the wet diapers and plastic panties to you."

Billie frowned and pouted as he nursed his baby bottle submissively.

It was so unfair!

With that, she turned and walked out of the nursery, turning the light out and closing the door behind her as she went. Billie could hear her high heels clicking down the hall and he inhaled the infantile scent of baby powder that surrounded him. He felt so childish--being given an early bedtime and confined to his nursery while his hot wife had sex with her boyfriend. It was like he was four years old all over again!

To be sure, he knew his diapers would be soaked by morning, just as they always were. Indeed, that was the reason Jenna had started diapering him in the first place.

But she had found that the more she treated him like the bedwetting toddler he acted like, the less she saw him as a man. The constant smell of stale pee and baby powder started turning her off and she just couldn't get aroused at the thought of a grown man who helplessly wet his diapers every night like a baby. That was when she realized she was going to have to find a real man to satisfy her needs.

And then later, when Billie's skills in bed were revealed to be nonexistent, she decided it was time, once and for all, to take away his ability to masturbate and she put him under a strict chastity regime. Erections and orgasms were to be completely off limits to the incontinent sissy.

While initially, his opportunity for relief had started out as a bi-weekly affair, it had now become a memorable event only once every two months; Jenna would unlock his steel chastity device and let him play with himself before her in his diapers. She never once considered the idea of letting him inside her anymore.

During these short-lived occasions for relief, he was allowed to gaze at her sexy body and she usually dressed in something exciting and provocative for him to enhance his brief and humiliating experience.

Alas, it was often over within a minute or so.

After that, Jenna would pull his diapers back down and swiftly lock his little penis back into his chastity device where it would stay for another two months. She reasoned that a bedwetting pantywaist didn't have any need for more than that.

Of course, just because she had put an end to Billie's sexual activities, didn't mean she was going to be left high and dry herself. Quite the contrary. Jenna immediately started dating again, and it wasn't long before she'd found a steady boyfriend--one that was only too happy to give her all the breathtaking sex she could handle.

She smiled to herself when she imagined Brad's massive cock filling her so completely and deliciously. It was so different from her sissy hubbie's pathetic little stub.

He really did belong in diapers and chastity, she mused, and not for the first time.

And that was exactly where he was going to stay--denied, horny, and frustrated, like the sissy bedwetter he was, while she got all the eye-crossing orgasms she could ever want.

Jenna had come to enjoy humiliating Billie and she was always pushing the envelope to see how far she could take her dominance over him. She liked dressing him up in a short, frilly baby dress and parading him in front of Brad who would often condescend to slap his fat, diapered bottom and make him blush beet red with shame.

And she was always thinking of new and inventive ways to increase his humiliation further.

Recently, the idea of having him on his knees, dressed in all his toddler finery and sucking her lover's big cock was tremendously arousing to her and she knew it was only a matter of when, not if, it would happen.

The knock at the front door interrupted her daydreaming.

Striding down the hall past Billie's nursery, her stilettos echoed loudly on the hardwood floor as she went and opened the door.

Her boyfriend Brad grinned broadly as he drank in the sexy woman framed in the doorway.

"You look amazing tonight," he gushed.

Smiling back at him prettily, Jenna quickly hugged him tightly and they kissed passionately.

Although Billie could no longer hear her, he could well visualize the scene, as he knew Jenna would be locking lips with Brad while the latter ran his hands all over her curvy, voluptuous body. It was a privilege he had long been denied.

He tossed and turned in his crib, the vinyl waterproof mattress cover crackling loudly beneath him. He was frustrated and angry, and the baby soft diapers swaddling his hips seemed to mock him with their comforting, teasing caress. Before Jenna had put him in chastity, he had secretly enjoyed masturbating nightly in them to an explosive orgasm just before nodding off to sleep. As a bedwetting teenager, he had done that every night under his mommy's roof and then again, in the current nursery created by his wife. But now, such pleasures were forbidden to him but the buttery, pillowy cotton of his diapers remained--reminding him every night of the enjoyment he could no longer partake in.

It was so frustrating!

As he lay in the semi-darkness of his nursery, he heard Jenna giggle and her high heels clicking as she walked past his door, followed by Brad's heavy footsteps. They were headed for her bedroom.

He wanted to jump out of his crib and run shouting into his former bedroom, to tell her he was through being treated like a sissy baby.

But the idea died as soon as it was born.

Putting aside the fact that he was terrified of Brad, who could probably flatten him with one punch, Billie was also completely intimidated by Jenna. She was taller than he was--even without her heels, and she had a will of iron. She was used to getting her way and the force of her personality always made Billie back down.

She enforced her rule over him by routinely pulling him over her lap and spanking him like an errant child. This was almost always followed up with him being put into diapers and a sissy dress of some sort, regardless of the hour or company present.

The sight of his sexy wife with her paddle in hand filled him with a dreadful fear. Too many times, he'd been reduced to tears as she painfully meted out her retribution on his tender bare bottom. But as bad as that was--it was made even worse when she spanked him in front of her friends.

They knew all about her cuckolding him, and they delighted in watching as she pulled his pink lacy panties down, yanked him over her lap, and proceeded to paddle him like he were a naughty boy. If it were early evening, he would be led back to his nursery, to be pinned into his diapers and a short baby top. Then he would be taken back out, to play with some blocks or other such infantile toys while the girls commented on his humiliating outfit and diapers. They loved to rub it in--telling him how much of a pathetic pantywaist he was, and how much he deserved his permanent chastity. Billie would sniffle, and feel sorry for himself, but they would only laugh at how weak he was.

Of course, it never occurred to him to stand up to their jeers and mockery--after all--they were all authorized to paddle him as well if he were to displease them. And he could still recall as if it were yesterday, the time when Jenna's friend Amber had blistered his bottom when she'd caught him looking up her short tennis mini-skirt from his position on the floor.

No, Billie knew his place, and he knew better than to talk back to Jenna's friends or make them angry. A humiliating and painful spanking administered by one of them was to be avoided at all costs.

Soon, Billie could hear his wife's amorous moans from the other room. She sounded so sexy, and despite himself, Billie felt his little penis growing hard again. It strained inside the tiny steel cage, struggling to get an erection that was quite impossible.

Before long, Billie could hear his wife's mattress creaking and the headboard striking the near wall as Brad pounded her with his mighty cock. Her screams of pleasure and joy filled the house as she called out his name over and over and demanded more.

Billie rubbed the front of his diapers frantically, wishing somehow, he could defeat his chastity device and achieve an orgasm too but alas, it was hopeless. It only made him hornier and as he always did at times like these, he silently cursed his lack of manhood which had ultimately led to this situation.

Eventually, after the last shrieks of his wife's orgasms died away and the house fell silent again, Billie fell into a troubled, frustrated sleep.

Billie was awakened the next morning as his nursery door was opened and Jenna strode in, followed by Brad.

"Well--how did my sissy hubbie sleep?" she asked pleasantly.

Billie had been sucking his thumb, and he jerked it out of his mouth as he blushed deeply in shame. He hated being caught doing that, but for some reason, it sometimes just happened unconsciously.

Jenna unlatched the rail of his crib and swung it aside, pulling her diapered hubbie up to a sitting position. She knew without checking that he was wet but she wanted to humiliate him in front of Brad.

This morning Jenna was wearing a loose fitted robe over her push-up bra and panties (she never appeared before Billie without a bra anymore), and she crossed her slim arms over her big, beautiful breasts as she looked down on Billie with a smug look of satisfaction. Indeed--she was satisfied to the point of being sore after last night's marathon sex, and it offered the perfect opportunity for her to put her plan into place.

"Billie--tell Brad why you have to wear diapers," she told him.

Billie blushed and it was only then that he realized the thick cotton cloth was soaking wet inside his snug rubber panties.

Swallowing hard, he looked away in embarrassment as he stalled for time.

"Come on," she snapped impatiently, "Tell him what you are."

Billie cleared his throat as he stared at the floor.

"I-I'm a b-bedwetter," he confessed shamefully.

"And how long have you been a bedwetter, sissy?" she pushed him.

"Umm, a-all my life," he admitted as his cheeks burned hotly before them.

"Needless to say," Jenna said as she turned slightly towards Brad, "This was a secret the little pantywaist kept from me while we were dating. If I had known he'd never been potty trained..."

She didn't finish the thought.

"Okay sissy, climb out of your crib--it's time you learned your proper place in this house. We both know you can't satisfy a woman but maybe you'll have better luck with a man..."

"Wha-what do you mean?" he stammered, suddenly filled with apprehension.

Forcing him into a kneeling position before her imposing boyfriend, she began fondling Brad's big member through his boxers.

"I've seen the way you look at Brad's cock when he's around--I'll bet you've always wondered what it would feel like inside your mouth, hmm?"

Billie blushed bright red and abruptly shook his head, deeply ashamed at what she was implying.

"Haven't you always wondered what it would be like to have his big, thick cock jammed down your throat as he blasts his huge, creamy load into your tonsils?"

"No!" he squeaked, too embarrassed to put up a proper defense.

"Well, today's your big chance," she said ignoring him, "Brad wants another orgasm and frankly--I'm too sore from last night."

By now, her boyfriend's massive cock was tenting his underwear and it looked like he was concealing an over-sized cucumber. Billie licked his dry lips nervously as he gaped at the intimidating monster his wife was stroking.

Pulling down his boxers, Brad slowly lowered them past his muscular hips and let them drop in a ring around his ankles. His cock was truly enormous, with prominent veins running down the engorged shaft and a smooth but fat, mushroom shaped head--a bead of precum now oozing from the tip.

Billie swallowed hard as he stared at it, throbbing with eagerness, inches before his face. It was so completely different from his own, tiny little penis; it was like comparing a baseball bat to a crayon.

Without warning, Brad suddenly grasped the base of his cock and pushed it into Billie's gaping mouth. The latter squealed loudly, his cheeks expanding widely as she struggled to take the gargantuan piece of warm meat thrust into his mouth. Brad pushed it in until it bottomed out against the back of Billie's throat, causing the sissy to gag frantically.

"Suck it, pantywaist," Brad ordered him gruffly.

Billie wasted no time and immediately did as he was told, running his tongue under and around the fat, slippery shaft filling his mouth. He whimpered and tried to maintain his balance as Brad grasped his head tightly and established the rhythm of his own choosing. Soon, his big hairy balls were slapping Billie on his chin and Jenna laughed out loud.

"Look what a good cocksucker I've got here," she exclaimed enthusiastically, "If only your mommy could see you now."

Billie blushed furiously at the thought. His own mother had always proclaimed to him and anyone who would listen that he was nothing but a big sissy--a bedwetting pansy who belonged in diapers and dresses.

He could almost visualize her now, standing over him, her arms crossed over her chest as she shook her head in obvious disappointment and dismay. Some man he had turned out to be!

Meanwhile, Brad was hammering his mouth with deep, hard thrusts, making Billie's jaws sore from being stretched too far. At the same time, his precum had awakened Billie's saliva glands and the monster hard cock was sliding in and out of the sissy's warm, wet mouth like it were an eager pussy.

Just as Billie was starting to get dizzy, Brad stopped his pace and the diapered sissy felt the man’s massive cock expand even bigger in his mouth.

"UUUUUGGHH!!!" he bellowed loudly, his mighty cry shaking the walls.

Billie felt a huge load of warm, creamy goo fill his mouth and without thinking, he swallowed it obediently. However, it was quickly followed by another one which was forcefully blasted into his mouth behind the first one. Billie squealed as every taste bud in his mouth was treated to his first encounter with fresh, sticky semen, straight from the source. He gulped hard and gulped again, only to have Brad shove his rigid tool right into the back of his throat and explode with another overwhelming shot.

Jenna was laughing and snapping pictures with her cell phone, delighted to finally see her sissy hubbie being put into his rightful place. This made up for all his deceitful denials during their early dating, when she'd confronted him about his pee-stained sheets and sissy ways.

Now, she watched with glee as his cheeks were stretched to the limits and he gagged on this last load of cum being forced down his throat.

As Brad finally eased his still hard member from Billie's trembling mouth, a string of semen ran from his lips to the fat head of Brad's shiny cock.

"Billie, you can count on a lot more of that in the future--I think I've finally found something you're good at, besides wetting your diapers," Jenna told him.

"Kiss it, you little pantywaist," Brad ordered him roughly.

Deeply ashamed, Billie did as he was told, tenderly kissing the big purple head while keeping his eyes submissively downcast.

"I think I'll invite my friend Charles over--he's as queer as a three-dollar bill, but I know he'd love jamming his big cock between your lips."

Billie blushed as he tried to use his tongue to remove the slick coating of semen lining his mouth. He was sure he'd be tasting it all morning.

THE END

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