The Baby Sitter – Chapter One
Things were going along pretty smoothly, my wife\mommy had accepted me for what I was. In fact she more than accepted it she had begun to really get into it as of late.
In the beginning she was kind of thrown by the whole thing of me wanting to be babied, but once she did it a few times, it turned her on. I think it was the feeling of dominance it gave that really hooked her. Little did I know that what had started out as so much fun for me would end up as much fun for her.
I was in seventh heaven, I was getting to spend most of the weekends and some of the week nights in diapers and plastic panties.
Best of all I wasn’t just wearing them, I was using them for there intended purpose. My wife had begun taking a real liking to having me diapered most of the time. She would constantly tease me about my diapers and why I had to wear them. She would say things to me like, “Little boys who wet their pants need to wear diapers and panties.” I was wearing the diapers at night and on weekends, but she also insisted that since I was such a sissy, that I should wear panties of her choice, when I wasn’t diapered.
This threw me a little, I was always into diapers, but women’s panties, never really entered into my mind much. She sprung this on me one morning when I was getting ready to go to work.
“You know Mark, since you’ve been wearing diapers, your becoming quite a sissy.
I notice that you seem to be wining a lot lately, and I think if your going to act like a sissy, you should be dressed more appropriately.” I shot back, “What do you mean I am acting like a sissy? I mean, I thought you liked what we are doing?” Judy replied, “Oh I do like it, but you know I am the mommy, and If I think your acting like a sissy, then that’s it.
“What do you mean by being dressed appropriately, I was already beginning to back down. After all I couldn’t really complain, I was really enjoying the baby treatment.”
“Since you wear diapers and plastic panties, you are a sissy.
And a sissy also wears panties when mommy decides. I have decided that you will wear panties when you are not diapered.”
“But I can’t wear panties to work Judy, please! what if someone found out.”
“Don’t be silly sissy, why men’s underpants are a step away from panties anyway, even though you like the plain old white jockey shorts. Most men are wearing the colored briefs.”
“I don’t know Judy, I don’t think I could do it.”
“Well Mark, either you wear the panties I pick to work, or I’ll get rid of your little layette.”
“That was it, I knew I’d be wearing panties to work from now on, I didn’t want to loose my diapers. It took me to long to find a willing partner.” I hung my head down and said, “Ok Judy you win, but I really don’t like that kind of thing.”
“Oh don’t worry sissy, there are some things about your little game that I don’t really care for but I do it, and from know on, I won’t even ask you about something I decide to do to you. I will just tell you. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD! “I said yes Judy,” the feeling of humiliation coming over me. Judy must of sensed it, I could tell by the look in her eye as she went into her underwear drawer.
“Well lets not make it to bad on little Markey there”, she said as she pulled out a pair of blue panties. I thought well cripes at least there not pink.
“Look”, she said as she held them up to my face, there jockeys. She was right on the waist band said jockeys in gold lettering.
“Now take off those ridiculous training pants.” She was referring to my white jockey shorts. She held the panties out, and I stepped into them carefully. She slid them up my legs slowly, and stopped just when the panties were below my dick.
“My what have we here. Huh?” she said as she grasped my penis. I looked down, my dick was like a rock.
“I see your going to enjoy your little panties.” She was right, my dick was sticking straight up. She pulled open the front of the panties and pulled them over my straining dick as best she could.
“Now finished getting dressed, or your going to be late.” She walked out of the bedroom, and I quickly put on my suit and tie and headed downstairs.
“Now be a good boy today, and remember, every time you think of those panties, think about who put you in them.” She gave me a kiss and I rushed out the door.
All day at work they were driving me crazy, I could hardly concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, when I would notice my soft smooth underwear. Thank god it was a friday, and the workload wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t wait to get home, and on top of the woman who was driving me crazy without even being there.
I left the office at 4:30 telling the receptionist that I had to see a client on my way home. As soon as I got in the car I made a bee line for home. When I walked in the door Judy was waiting for me.
“How’s my little panty boy doing?”, she asked. I responded honestly, “Judy, I couldn’t keep my mind off you all day. All I could keep thinking about was coming home and making mad love to you.”
“I knew they’d keep you hot. I also know that being the man you are, you didn’t have the nerve to use the bathroom today, did you? She was reading me like a book. I deliberately laid off the coffee and soft drinks, to avoid using the bathroom. It was silly in a way, after all there are stalls and no one would of seen, but I guess it’s just that being in panties and all.
“Ah no, your right, I didn’t use the bathroom today.
“Well you should of, cause your not going to use it tonight either. Let’s get you in the bedroom an get you changed.” I thought this is strange, she diapers me, but never really forced me to use them.
After I was stripped down to my blue panties, she told me to get up on the bed. Out came the diapers and plastic panties. She told me to lift my rear up, and off came the panties, which she gently laid on the dresser. Next she took several diapers and folded them together. I noticed, as she told me to lift my rear end that there were more than I usually wore.
“I asked, how come so many diapers?”
“Well since you haven’t used the potty today, I think your going to need them.” She was right. All this talk about the bathroom had suddenly began to take its effect. I was feeling quite a pressure in my bladder. She pinned the bulky diapers tightly around me, and slid a pair of blue plastic pants up my legs.
“Lift that bottom sissy, we don’t want to get mommies bed wet now do we?” Here I was hoping to come home to some hot sex, and now I was finding I was a victim to my own fetish.
With the plastic pants all tucked in Judy helped me off the bed.
“Now you know what I’d like?”
“I answered no. what?”
“I’d like you to go and stand in the corner of the bedroom there, and call me when your going to wet your diapers.” Judy was really getting in to this humiliation thing, I thought. She never made me do anything like this before, I wonder what’s going on. I walked or should I say waddled over to the corner. I heard Judy leave the room. My mind was beginning to go into overload.
“Judy never made or even mentioned wetting my diapers before I thought to myself.” Up until today my diapers were like a warm up to sex. It was something we used to get me hot. But never was there any humiliation involved.
My mind was racing when I heard her come back into the room.
“Turn around diaper boy”, she commanded. I turned around and saw her standing there with a baby bottle.
“I brought you something to drink. I thought you might be thirsty after a hard day a work.” I looked at the bottle it contained coffee.
“Now I want you to drink you bottle honey.” She sat on the edge of the bed and coaxed the whole bottle down.
Soon I began to fidget and dance. Judy picked right up on it.
“Those plastic pants make such a loud noise when you dance.”
“Make some noise diaper boy she teased, do your little diaper dance.” The words cut through me and I couldn’t stand it any more.
“Judy I’m going to wet”, I said.
“Come over here to mommy diaper boy.” I waddled very quickly over to her, and stood right in front of her.
She placed her hand on the front of my plastic pants and said, “Wet your diapers, diaper boy, come on wet for mommy.” I couldn’t hold back any more and let it go. Judy smiled as the diapers began to get wet an heavy.
“Ah such a baby, such a little diaper boy, shame shame”, she said as she continued to rub the front of my plastic panties.
When I finished wetting, she told me to come out of the bedroom and downstairs, as it was time to eat. I asked her if she could change me.
“She said, don’t be silly asking me to change you, I decide WHEN and IF you get changed. Remember that.” So I sat through diner in my wet diapers, and through most of the evening.
She finally changed me before bedtime. As we were laying in bed my mind raced through a thousand things. Before she went to sleep she hit me with one more thing.
“You know honey, since your turning in to such a baby, I’m not going to be able to let you be home alone anymore, I’m going to have to find you a baby sitter, when I have to go out.”
“I didn’t answer, and I knew she didn’t expect me to….”
The End of The Baby Sitter – Chapter One.
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