A Bet to Lose

[Jacqueline]

Heather made her children breakfast, a real, traditional one of bacon, eggs, and toast, and they ate in a lot more comity than they had previously, both of them even volunteering to help cook and wash dishes. (Zoe decided it'd be suspicious if Richard was the only one doing it.) It was raining somewhat, and Richard considered his options. Should he just go and walk? Should he tell his mother that... no. No, he didn't need to try to work around her, or he shouldn't. Instead, he asked straight-out as he finished washing up, "Hey, Mom, can you drop me off at Susie's house?" This was a moment of truth. If she said anything but 'Okay, honey' at this point, things were going to get awkward.

"Okay, honey," she said, those exact words, and Richard inwardly relaxed, not realizing what his mother was thinking as they put their shoes on and walked to the car. The girl was extremely well-off and a couple years older than he was, so the responsibility would be on her. Even if her children hadn't powerleveled themselves, there was no way that Heather was going to interfere with this! Her only consideration was that she ought not let her son be used, but that wasn't much of a concern anymore.

Richard, for his part, squirmed in the passenger seat, hiding his growing dic-k in his shorts as he thought of how Susie was going to use him.

Heather looked over at her son when they were halfway there. "Honey, I can't blame you for wanting to spend a lot of time with her and your other friends, but you should be still be spending time with your mother too. I'll pick you up at six for dinner."

"Okay." It was not an unreasonable request. It gave him about nine hours with Susie. She was there, waiting for him, and she opened the door to greet him as he stepped out of the car.

"You two have fun!" Heather called through the open door, and her son smiled at her, waved, gave a friendly goodbye, and closed it.

"Wow, Ricky. Your mom actually just dropped you off here, with me, and said 'you two have fun'?" She abruptly started giggling, and her giggles were infectious. "Wowww. That almost makes up for all that stupid crap she tried on your sister. So there's no way she or anyone is going to interrupt us today, is there?" she asked as they walked in together. She had made very sure that no one would try to get in contact with her that day, even going as far as to call her father earlier that morning so he wouldn't call her later.

"There shouldn't be until six o'clock, she wants me to eat dinner at home," he replied. His mother clearly didn't intend to interrupt this and the rest of the Squad was almost certainly not going to, either. ('Hey, Ricky? Sorry to interrupt you and Susie, but there's a big emergency, there's someone we need you to destroy...') Smiling at his own thoughts, he looked to Susie's side and noticed a lot of pink garments and accessories that he didn't think he'd ever see in person, at least not any time soon. Oh, wow. That was what was in the box? This day was shaping up very, very well for him.

"Good," she said, turning on her maximum princess mode. There are quite a few commands that a teenage girl can give her boyfriend, even in a normal relationship, that he is very likely to obey without question. "Strip!" is among the most obvious of these, and once she gave that order, his clothes were in a pile on the floor in seconds; the only things he was wearing were a look of anticipation and an erection. "On the table are your clothes for the day," she said, pointing at the things that she'd spent so long preparing.

After a lot of careful thought, she had decided that unless she absolutely had to, she would not tell him the whole truth about where this stuff had come from. It would ruin the experience for him - it was almost ruining it for her. She knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that the rumor about the ten-year-olds and the shotgun was true, because these were the products the babysitter's parents had made before that incident. After it, they'd shut their website down and offloaded all their products to a friend of the husband's (with similar interests) well below cost, just to get it away from them before they wound up in deep shit. A friend of that friend had been the one to deliver the stuff, as he'd chatted her up in a femdom-related chat room, telling the story as a 'rumor' rather than admitting at first how he knew it was true, thinking she was far older. The fact that they both happened to be in the Greater Area was just dumb luck.

She had also made some alterations. Many of the items had come with chains and padlocks, and she'd been antsy about the idea of actually locking him into the stuff, thinking that maybe he would object - and then she had realized that she was objecting to the idea herself, that she was uncomfortable with doing that to him regardless of what he might feel about it, and after a bit of worry, the lightbulb had come on and she'd almost slapped herself for being silly. On each of the items, she'd popped the stitches that were securing the middle of the chain to the inside, then she'd threaded it by tying the ribbon to one end of the chain and pulling out the other end. Caroline could surely find uses for the chains that were far from their original purpose.

She blinked in shock when he asked outright, anticipation coloring his voice, "Did these have chains before you put your ribbons in there?" Crap! How could she possibly have forgotten how smart he was?! Of course he knew the ribbons were hers, they were cut from the same spool of pink ribbon she'd used to tie him with the other day, the ribbon spool she'd mentally filed as being for fun times with Ricky. And of course he knew the concept, he was internet savvy and this was his kink!

"Yes, they did. I'm not gonna do that," she said plainly. He simply smiled and nodded. "In fact, I'm not even going to put them on you unless you ask me to." He hesitated for a bit, and she worried that maybe he was about to nope out, but he was actually thinking about what order he'd ask for them in.

"Please put me in my dress, Your Highness," Richard said, still smiling, eagerly lifting up his arms so she could put it on.

"Oh? You want to wear this dress? This is a dress for little babies. Are you a little baby?" she asked in a half-imperious, half-matronly tone as she put it on him. The dress was bright pink with puffed sleeves and lots of soft lace around all the edges, decorated with lambs and hearts. It felt more like a shirt than a dress because it barely went past his waist. It was locking, but she simply didn't apply a lock to the back zipper.

"Mmm hmm!" he replied, smiling. "Please put me in my baby diaper, Your Highness."

"Of course, little baby," she replied, giggling. The diapers that he had been wearing previously were conventional adult diapers, carefully engineered to be as unobtrusive as possible. These diapers were bright pink, extraordinarily thick, covered with pictures of teddy bears and diaper pins, and specifically designed to crinkle as much as possible instead. She followed that up with a pair of thick, clear, and also very crinkly plastic pants that she'd converted from chain to ribbon, and she tied the ribbon in a tight bow before pulling up a big, pink, and fluffy lambs-and-hearts diaper cover as well, with three layers of lace ruffles over his thickly padded butt.

"Please put me in my mittens, Your Highness," Richard continued, eagerly holding out his hands.

"Oh? You want to wear these? You won't be able to hold anything wearing them," she told him as she put them on him, his only reply an eager, happy nod. The mittens had the same lambs-and-hearts pattern as the dress, with soft fleece inside and out separated by a layer of something stiff. She tied the ribbons in tight bows just as she had the diaper. He'd be able to untie those with the crook of his elbow or knee if he had to, but the odds of him ever wanting to do that were very slim indeed.

"Please put me in my booties, Your Highness." The smile was still on his face.

"Really? They won't let you walk. You'll just have to crawl everywhere instead. But if you insist," she told him, giggling some more, slipping the booties over his feet after he sat down on the couch, and he smiled as his booties, dress, diaper cover, and mittens all matched. He tentatively put a foot on the floor, and he felt the springs inside the sole push in, exposing his foot to some blunted spikes. He really would be reduced to crawling around before his princess in his booties, and he absolutely wanted to wear them for as long as he practically could.

"Please put me in my reins, Your Highness!" he almost squealed, his pitch rising as he was giddy with delight.

"Well, you certainly won't be able to crawl away in this," she told him, buckling the pink leather baby harness around his arms and chest. A little bunny motif and the words 'Sissy Baby' spelled out in baby blocks were front and center, and she buckled it around his back, leaving the place for the buckle lock empty. It was supposed to be used with a leash, but she'd substituted ribbon for that as well. "Look at you, Ricky. A helpless little baby in a pretty dress and crinkly diaper, unable to walk or hold anything, totally dependent on your princess to take care of you, and all because you specifically asked for it." She theatrically tsk-tsked, trying to keep up the persona, her breath getting as rapid with anticipation as his was. "Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Please give me my pacifier, Your Highness," he eagerly replied.

"That's what I thought you'd say, and now you won't be able to say anything at all," she replied. He opened his mouth to let her place the teat inside, and the harness went around his head and chin, and she adjusted the straps before buckling it in the back. There was another place for a lock that went unused. "If you really want out, tap on something three times in a row," she whispered to him, and he nodded. He could probably mumble something around the teat, it was big but not that big, but he decided to keep quiet and suc-kle on his pacifier instead. There seemed to be a plugged hole in the center of it, and he didn't know why.

"And now for the piece de resistance," she added, picking up a pair of bulky, very high-quality headphones. They had originally been her mother's, and she had stopped wearing them well before she got cancer because they were simply too good, meant for studio and professional use. With the active noise cancellation, even someone shouting at her, inches from her face, had been barely audible. Susie's father had, as usual, bought his wife extremely top-of-the-line equipment, but the fact that they'd come with a handheld wireless microphone for this exact reason should have clued him in.

Richard almost balked as she lowered them over his head, thinking that Susie was either going to play annoying nursery rhymes to toy with him or play some silly hypnosis files, which would do absolutely nothing other than heighten his defenses and ruin the experience. "Can you hear me?" he saw her mouth, and he shook his head. He really couldn't hear her, and he realized that that was the point. "How about now, is the volume good?" she asked, holding down the button and talking into the small microphone, and her voice came over crisp, clear, and not too loud. He nodded.

"Just one more thing," she said into the microphone, smiling. She put a soft sleep mask over his eyes, wrapped a long strip of fleece around his head and below his chin, tied the ends together, and further secured the whole thing snugly with another length of ribbon, leaving him completely blind, although he could probably have pushed the whole thing off even with his mittens on. She did up his hair as it should be, a pair of very little-girl pigtails to which she applied large bows of pink ribbon. Then, she lightly pushed him over onto the couch, lifting his legs so he laid prone, and then he had no idea where she was or what she was doing. Anxiety washed over him, an unbidden terror caused by sensory deprivation. What if someone broke in? Of course that was ridiculous, they were in the wealthy part of a nice suburb, he could have sworn he saw the county sheriff's car parked in a driveway that morning, and neither home invaders nor rioters had been seen in the area, ever. What if Susie wanted to hurt him? That was even more ridiculous - if she wanted to irreparably hurt him, she would have done it already and could do it with a handful of words. He wondered if he'd feel the prick of a needle and forcibly dismissed the idea from his mind. He had read way too many crappy stories.

Abruptly, something large and fluffy landed on his dress, and he yelped around his pacifier in surprise. Wait, what? Had Susie tossed a pillow at him? No, it was too heavy and moving around slightly, and he laughed through the pacifier and clumsily, blindly, and very gently petted the cat with his padded mitten.

Susie's voice came over the microphone, half speaking and half giggling. "That was amazing, I didn't plan that, I swear I didn't plan that. Looks like Whiskers is enjoying this too. Now get ready for your num-nums, baby." He thought she was going to pull out his pacifier, but instead she did something with the front of it, pushing something into it. Oh! That's what the hole was for! He suc-kled on the feeder pacifier tentatively, worried about what awful-tasting baby food was going to come down into it, and suddenly he tasted the same delicious banana milkshake that she'd made for him yesterday. He could have kicked himself; of course she wasn't going to feed him anything disgusting! More crappy stories, again.

Susie looked at her babified boyfriend, a lovely little teenage girlyboy who'd specifically asked in detail for her to make him cute and helpless, and a deep desire welled up within her, and then she realized that she was tormenting not just him but herself by waiting any longer. She'd originally intended to treat him to an all-day babying session with a final culmination of enjoyment, but seeing him like this was making all her fantasies come true, all of the wonderful dominant euphoria of having her very own beloved sissy that she'd been dreaming about, and it was him and she was desperately in love with him, and she absolutely could not wait another minute. Once he'd finished his milkshake, she popped out the tube and popped the pacifier cap back on. "You told them that I was a princess, without even being asked to," she said, and he expected a spanking. Instead, she said "That deserves a reward," gently moved her cat, guided him to the floor mittens-first, and tugged on his reins to let him know which way to crawl.

Richard eagerly let himself be led like the precious, innocent, helpless baby he felt like, and suddenly he felt something wet tickling his cheek, and the tug on the reins stopped as the tickling continued to his nose and other cheek. Her cat again! Richard laughed a bit through the pacifier at the cat's licking, knowing that Susie must have been giggling like mad even if he couldn't hear her, and the cat stopped after a few seconds and she tugged him forward again. Then she tugged straight up. Up? He tentatively lifted a mitten and found it on a step. then started crawling upstairs at her direction. He would have crawled over Lego to get where they were going.

There was some more tugging forward, and then she paused for a moment and carefully guided him around a corner, and then she tugged up again, lifting his arm to the soft mattress that he climbed up on, feeling the towels over the sheets. 'What are we gonna do on the bed, Susie-hime?' he thought to himself jokingly, as she laid him on his back, pulled down the diaper cover, untied and pulled down his plastic pants, and carefully untaped his diaper so as not to waste it. Something warm and wet enveloped his solid pen-is, and at first he thought it was her mouth, and then he felt a slight bit of resistance go pop and realized that it was definitely not her mouth.

She rode him cowgirl for fifteen minutes. He couldn't so much as hear the bed squeaking, nor any sounds she was making. All he could do was feel her, smell her. That sensation, of her bouncing up and down on him, was his whole world. There was nothing else in his senses, no distractions, no worries, no other thoughts in his mind. There was only his princess and how much he desperately loved her, needed her. He felt her vaginal muscles sharply clench on him more than once, her body shuddering repeatedly, and then pure pleasure overwhelmed him and he came like a firehose, her muscles squeezing again as he made a muffled noise through his pacifier. Slowly, gently, she leaned down and cuddled him with his deflating dic-k still inside her. She kissed him on both his cheeks and then one right on his pacifier. She held him like that for a little while, and then she re-taped up his diaper and pulled his plastic pants back up, and continued to embrace him, and he hugged her back, blindly and awkwardly. That had been the most intense experience of any kind that he'd ever had in his life, and it slowly faded into a deep sensation of joy and complete devotion.

[Jacqueline]

Had he just really...? Had he just, had she just...? They'd just completely taken each other's virginities, with him as her completely helpless sissy baby pet. If someone had told him last week that he was going to have sex with a modern princess after she'd put him in ribbon-tied baby bondage, he wouldn't have believed it, and yet there he was, the very willing property of a girl who knew exactly what to do with him. He knew that he couldn't stay this helpless forever, that she'd have to let him out of the baby stuff eventually, but he would always be wearing it in his soul. He would do anything to keep his princess happily holding his reins, and if something got between them, he would annihilate it with every ounce of crushing power he could summon up.

Susie looked at his prone body, lightly stroking the reins over his short dress. She'd crossed the Rubicon, there. Her father had given her a lot of lectures on monogamy that she'd taken to heart, that she had to find Mr. Right and stick with him or else wind up living a life of misery, and she'd decisively found Mr. Right For Her before she was even out of high school. He was a boy, and she wouldn't ever want to change that - after what he'd done inside her, she definitely would never want to change that! He had some truly serious abilities, especially for his age, and she wanted to see those abilities honed and amplified because that was what was best for him. But his core, everything his masculinity and intelligence was protecting, was a wholly innocent little sissy who wanted nothing more than to be cute and taken care of, eager to please his princess for the affection she would show him. She wanted to give him that affection for as long as they lived. She knew the statistics on teenage relationships, knew that they were 'supposed' to break up at some point simply due to their age, and she was determined to beat the odds. She had his loyalty, his trust, a plan, and if it came down to it, an enormous sum of money at her disposal even before she'd need to directly ask her father.

She put his diaper back on and pulled up the plastic pants and diaper cover, and she laid there, holding him, playing with his pigtails occasionally. He'd been mostly aroused all day so he hadn't peed since the previous night, and he let the warm urine flow into the thick diaper. She nearly fell asleep with her head on his dress, her cheek resting on a strap of his reins. It wasn't just that she was exhausted from bouncing up and down on him. She had actually been up late, testing things, working on things, before she'd gone to bed where she'd had a hard time falling asleep. Exchanging chains for ribbons had taken her all of ten minutes, more than half of which was spent on carefully popping stitches without damaging the gear, but it had taken her a while to make sure that the headphones would do everything she needed them to do - including charge up! - and she would never apply such headphones or any bondage gear to him without first testing it on herself. She knew that being blinded and deafened could be scary, because she'd tried it out last night. Maybe she'd let him know that, one day. Maybe she'd put things like that on and dominate him in a different way, commanding her sissy, submissive fiance (as she was already thinking of him) to take care of a princess who couldn't physically take care of herself. But that was for later. Today, he was her baby.

But she needed a bath and so did he, so she tugged on his reins and guided him mittens-first back onto the carpet, and he crawled down the hallway and then around another corner and onto a tile floor that mildly annoyed his knees. She was about to untie him, then she realized that she had to use the toilet and didn't want him seeing that just then. She pulled him next to the toilet, and she squatted down, using him as a footrest because it seemed like an appropriately domme thing to do. He quickly grasped what she was doing, feeling her feet on his sissy dress, and didn't mind at all, obediently staying on his mittens and knees until she was done.

There was a brief pause and he felt her start tugging at the stuff she'd wrapped around his head. Wait, she was letting him out already? He was a bit disappointed before she pulled the headphones off and heard the unmistakable sound of bath water. Ah. Yes, they had gotten kind of sweaty. And there she was in front of him, stark naked, with him kneeling before her.

"I love you, Your Highness," he said, looking up at her from his knees, as soon as she pulled the pacifier from his mouth.

"I love you too, Ricky," she said, kissing him on the forehead, and took the rest of the stuff off him. "Oh my, looks like somebody couldn't keep his diaper dry. Are you a baby who belongs in diapers, Ricky?"

"I'm a baby who belongs in diapers, Your Highness," he said, nodding as she swiftly unbraided his hair for the tub. Whether or not he could physically hold his urine was beside the point. He was her baby, so he belonged in diapers.

"Then I'll just have to keep you in them as much as I can," she replied. "But right now, you're a stinky baby. In." 'Climb in the hot tub with me' was another one of those commands that any teenage girl could give her boyfriend, and Susie pressed some buttons, the bubbles came on, and Richard realized that he was cuddling with her in a real Jacuzzi.

"Well, was it everything you jacked off to?" Susie teased him.

Smiling, he replied, "It was better than anything I dreamed, but I haven't jerked off since I met you." Susie was surprised, although it did explain his performance and the fact that she still felt a little bit sticky inside. She'd considered ordering him not to masturbate, but from what she knew of teenage boys, it would have been horribly cruel. She wondered how long he could go without it before he couldn't take it anymore and bailed, but she had no intentions of finding out.

"You are such a good boy," she told him, splashing a bit in the hot tub as she hugged and kissed him. She used a fluffy washcloth to wipe his face and body, and he did the same thing for his princess, being very careful with her skin, paying careful attention to all her parts. He felt another urge in his guts. "How do you feel about poopy diapers?" he asked her quietly after he was done.

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Ugh. If you have to go to the toilet now, just go, Ricky." He obeyed immediately, unleasing a wet fart of all three states of matter into the bowl, and she giggled loudly before coughing. "Air freshener! I'm not kidding!" she shouted, pointing, and he Febrezed the room before sitting back down on the toilet to evacuate himself further. "Tomorrow, you're cleaning this room first," she told him.

"Yes, Your Highness. I'm surprised you don't hire a maid service," he said from the toilet. "Before you met me," he continued, knowing what she was going to say next.

She laughed. "Dad really doesn't want anyone like that coming into the house. He thinks people like that will steal stuff."

"Then who set up the pool?" Richard asked, wiping his butt thoroughly.

"My aunt helped me," Susie replied as he stepped back into the hot tub with her. She kissed him lightly on the cheek. "I'm surprised you know it takes work. Most people think that pools are just always like that."

He smiled at her. "I'm just glad there's no pool boy coming over."

She laughed, somewhat pleased that he was so protective of her. "You are the only boy I want in my pool, Ricky." She kissed him again, this time on the lips. "Now dunk your head. You need a good shampooing." She washed his hair with her shampoo, and at her direction, he did the same thing for her, and they stepped out of the tub before they got wrinkly and started drying each other with large, fluffy towels. She handed him a hair dryer. "Medium setting, and do not get too close to it," she demanded, and he was careful in obeying, drying her hair carefully. "One last thing," she said, leading him to the sink. "Open wide." Confused, he obeyed, and she put a toothbrush in his mouth. She'd never brushed anyone else's teeth before, but she did a good job, making sure she got everywhere with the cinnamon-flavored toothpaste. As before, he did the same thing for her, trying to be abrasive on her teeth but not wanting to hurt her gums, doing her tongue the same way she'd done his. "There we go. Can't have my baby getting a cavity suc-kling on sweet stuff. And now for your braids. One day, you need to learn to do this yourself."

"Can I practice on you?" he asked, and she chuckled softly. "If it's me, I can't see what I'm doing!" The reversal of the mirror would have confused him even worse.

"All right, it's like this." She showed him by briefly braiding her own hair. "Each strand goes between the other two. One, two, three. Like that. You try."

He tried, as best he could, but what he wound up with was a mess, despite her hair being naturally silky and straight. She giggled at his clumsy efforts and he sighed. "I know what I'm supposed to do, my fingers just don't want to do it," he protested, untangling her hair. It looked so simple, and he was a ludicrously fast typist so there obviously wasn't anything physically wrong there, but he couldn't play the guitar, either.

"That's okay, baby. You don't need fingers today anyway." He obediently let her put his mittens back on him before she finished braiding his hair and tying it off with ribbons again. She put him back in his dress, pacifier, and reins, humming something he didn't recognize. "Oh, I left the spare diapers downstairs. You stay here and see how cute you are until I get back," she told him, and he did, looking in the mirror.

It was definitely him, him as a pretty little sissy baby, all precious and cute from the waist up. He preened in front of the mirror, putting his mittens over his face and making cute, coquettish, and dainty poses until she came back, holding a diaper and giggling. "That last pose, make it again, just for me," she told him, and he did, holding his mittens to his cheeks and bending over just a bit, making a kissy-face behind his buckled pacifier. She would have absolutely loved to take pictures, but he was a thirteen-year-old in baby bondage so that really wasn't a safe thing to do. "Okay, back to diapers for you," she told him, and he smiled and sat down on the tile floor so she could diaper him and put his booties back on. She lowered the headphones over his head, turned them on, and wrapped him up again, leading him out of the room. Abruptly, a jerk on his reins pulled him back. She pushed on him gently, putting him into a sitting position. What was she doing? Oh, right, the stairs. She held his reins tightly as he carefully scooted down the stairs butt-first, making sure not to put any weight on his feet.

He wondered if he'd be jumped on by her cat again, but that didn't happen. Instead, she led him back to the couch, leaning him against an armrest. "Five minutes, sweetie," she told him, and left him there. He waited in anticipation, wondering what she was going to get him. trying to keep calm. He suc-kled on his pacifier, immersing himself into his baby role, and abruptly an old radio program started playing in his ears, his biggest 'Wait, what?' of the day. He'd been expecting nursery rhymes or children's tunes, and what he got was a radio host from eighty years ago talking about a baby from Krypton. "I guess you can hear it and me?" he heard Susie say, and he nodded. "Sit up a little," she told him, snuggling herself under him and letting him lie back down on her. "Have you heard this one before?" He shook his head. "I've never heard it either." Oh. Duh. They were listening to the same thing. Why had he even considered that she'd want to inflict annoying crap on him, especially with him bound as he was?

He was in pure bliss for an indeterminate amount of time, never feeling more completely at peace with everything, not able to go anywhere or do anything and having no reason to want to, the only interruptions the occasional "Two minutes" or "Five minutes" from his princess, and she adjusted their positions a few times. Before he got thirsty, his princess attached plenty of pure water to his pacifier and let him suc-kle it all down. He had to pee a while later, but he was in his thick, crinkly diaper and that was what it was for. She changed the content of the radio show after a while - he didn't even remember how many episodes it was - and he laughed through his pacifier at an ad for Lucky Strikes and how doctors considered them to be the healthiest cigarettes on the market. Her cat interfered again, jumping up on both of them, but that was for Susie's attention and she went to feed the kitty some fish. "Five minutes," she told Richard again after a while, and when she came back, she hooked up his feeder pacifier and he suc-kled up... 'Huh.' It certainly was very high quality, and it was pleasantly warm. He tasted copious amounts of star anise and a lot of vegetables, all blended and cooked up in some sort of broth. It was definitely good food that had been through a blender, it was just very unfamiliar to his palate, and he suc-kled it all up slowly, not remotely sure what he was tasting.

Susie was glad that Richard was so relaxed, so happy. She'd been afraid that he'd safeword or just start taking things off because he couldn't take it anymore. Instead, he was genuinely, completely enjoying himself. She considered having sex with him again but she didn't feel like getting up either and decided to do that tomorrow. Eventually, she had to take the stuff off of him, and he blinked at the light as she removed the wrappings.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" he asked her as she unstrapped his pacifier.

She smiled at him. "Ricky, it's almost six."

"Already?" It didn't feel like it. He felt like he had just laid down on the couch a couple of hours ago, if that.

She smiled and kissed him on the forehead. "You really were enjoying yourself. I'm sure we'll be able to do this again sometime."

"No matter how long it is, it's never enough," he said, smiling at her, abruptly remembering what he'd thought about before. "Oh yeah, do you have any goggles that go with the headphones? You have my hearing, so you should have my vision too," he suggested.

She smiled at him. "I'll get a headset just for you," she told him, smiling and kissing him. "I'm just so glad this wasn't scary for you."

"If you weren't there, it totally would have been," he told her as she pulled off his wet diaper. "Thanks for saying the times when I'd be alone. And for the delicious food." He would never tell her that he had actually been stupid enough to think that she would serve him something nasty. "Although I had no idea what that vegetable stuff was."

"That's all it really was, just a bunch of veggies I threw together," she said. "I made it before you got here, decided it was good, reheated it later."

A suspicion grew in his mind. "How much other stuff did you test before I got here?" He was thinking about the earphones in particular.

Susie winced just a bit. He was way too smart! She was going to tell him later and decided to tell him then. "All right, Ricky, you deserve to know. I don't want to do anything to you without first testing it on myself." Her smile grew wider. "And now that you've got that image in your mind, your mom's here," she said, pointing to the window and kissing him goodbye.

"I love you, Your Highness! See you tomorrow!" he said happily as he walked, almost skipped, to the door.

"I love you too, Ricky. Be here early, somebody has to do the chores," she told him, smiling, sighing as he left. Of course he had to leave at some point, but she didn't think it was fair, to either of them, that he ever had to leave.

"So, what did you do with her?" Heather asked pointedly as Richard stepped into the car.

"We had kinky bondage sex," the thirteen-year-old told his mother casually. She turned sharply to look at him, and he broke out laughing.

"To even know those words at your age... you didn't actually tie her up or anything, did you?" she asked seriously as she started driving.

"Mom, I swear. I didn't actually tie her up," he replied, solemnly and completely truthfully. "We spent most of the day cuddling and listening to old Superman radio shows, and she made me a banana milkshake and some vegetable soup."

"And you bathed as well."

"Yes, I was in her hot tub. She's got a real Jacuzzi."

"With her, I'm sure," she told him. "Don't deny it. I can smell her shampoo on you and your hair's been brushed. I know what you're up to." 'No, Mom,' he thought to himself, 'you really, really don't.' "Just don't make her parents angry."

"I'm not going to piss off her dad." He might be a mob boss, for one thing. "Her mom's gone, lung cancer."

"Oh! That's terrible," she replied. "But that also means he's single." she added lightly. A strangled GLURK bubbled out of Richard's throat before he realized that what she was implying would never happen. The man was fantastically rich, after all; there was no reason for him to settle for her. She laughed the same way he had. "See? Your mother can also tell jokes." Richard just worried whether the ultimate joke would be on him and Susie.

The only thing Susie had told the very curious Squad in the chat was that they had a very wonderful time, and Richard only echoed that sentiment. Heather's spaghetti wasn't terrible food, and he tried to enjoy it, knowing that he was still just thirteen and couldn't move in with his girlfriend forever. Zoe gave Richard a knowing smile and a nod at the dinner table, wishing that she lived closer to Leslie and very glad that Caroline was willing to drive them. She hadn't been home all day, either, but Richard did not later ask what she'd been doing with Leslie any more than she asked about him.

He had fantastic sleep that night.

[dolly bo peep]

Jacqueline,

Your last 2 chapters were really a huge hit with me!

Do you have the power of mind reading? I imagined myself in Richard's place, and Susie is so caring that she replaced the chains with pink ribbons, which would hold me in the power of her love even more securely than the original chains.

Now my own diaper is very wet and sticky. My diaper's actual model is called Violet Seduction (thick, crinkly, solid violet plastic backed) and couldn't be more appropriate for me as I read those last 2 chapters.

If you wanted to incorporate more diaper detail you could use that model name (or use your artistic license to call them Pink Seduction), in addition to another actual ABDL model called Princess Pink, which is printed with princesses, unicorns, and stars.

I hope you are also going to have a chapter or two on Zoe's day with Leslie.

[Sissy Little Girl]

Jacqueline, Those two chapters were fantastic.  It is great how you incorporate info from "Like Father, Like Son" in the story.  The fact that the items in the box were from the same people that tried to make Nate into a bondage baby was ingenious.  Ricky did have a fun day with Susie.

Another GREAT 2 chapters from a gifted writer.
 :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D 

[Sissy Little Girl]

Jacqueline, Please give us more of this story.  I know that I can't wait to read more about Ricky. 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8) 8)

[Jacqueline]

Zoe thought about the phrase 'new normal', which she'd overheard on the news. Some, not all, parts of the country were being told to accept lockdowns as the 'new normal', with varying degrees of success. She had accepted her brother's 'new normal' state, and she didn't even blink when, wearing his jingling dress, he asked her to braid up his hair and make up his face so he'd look cute for his girlfriend. Her brother was a sissy, and that's just how he was. She just wished Caroline hadn't been working that day; chat was one thing, but she wanted her normal day to involve time with Leslie, not just for the awkward sex but for the close cuddling, the talking, the feeling of togetherness that Richard only had to walk a mile, in his pretty Mary Janes and jingling socks, to enjoy.

Richard took a familiar, paved path, fearing nothing in the mid-morning, smiling happily as he jingled along. He wondered how many people were watching him, how many despised him, how many envied him. A bicyclist was coming and he gave the man room to pass; instead, the man slowed to a stop eight feet away. "Hey, kid, did you lose a bet or something?" he asked with a look of real concern. Maybe he could tell that Richard was a male, but it wasn't like many females dressed like that, either.

The question was so on-the-nose that Richard felt obligated to give a real answer. "Sort of," he decided on. "I lost on purpose." He gave the cyclist a big smile, and abruptly, the man's expression turned from concerned to mirthful, and he laughed as he rode on his way. It wasn't clear whether he was laughing at him for wanting to dress that way, or laughing in relief that Richard wasn't being pressured into it. Probably both. Richard gave a sissy, wiggling-fingers wave that the man couldn't see and continued to walk along.

Knowing he was coming without even having to read the Squad chat, Susie waited patiently, sitting on the couch and watching videos. Right after letting Whiskers spend some time out of the house that morning, she had decided to leave the femdom chat she'd been in after reading some disturbing overnight messages. It wasn't good to spend time in a place like that if someone knew she was underage, even though the guy she'd used for delivery probably wasn't dumb enough to talk about that. (Then again, he had been loose-lipped enough to tell her about that business with the ten-year-olds...) But more importantly, the things they were advising each other - and her - to do were equal parts manipulative and outright vicious, many involving physical and/or chemical abuse, and she was also fairly sure that more than half of the supposed females were actually men describing their masochistic fantasies, and that was before all the insane findom shit. Straight to hell with all of them, she decided; she was not going to lose her dear Ricky by following malevolent advice. She wouldn't even tell him that she had been there at all.

The doorbell rang, and there he was, all pretty and cute and made up, and he curtsied to her with a jingle of bells and a big smile on his face, gently pushing Whiskers, who was rubbing against his calves. "Good morning, Your Highness," he said in as pretty a voice as he could. No, she was definitely not going to risk losing him.

"Why, good morning, Ricky," she said in her princess tone. She decided that she'd only break character that day if he broke it first - which was unlikely - or she absolutely had to. "You may enter." As soon as both her pets came in together, she closed and locked the door behind them, then without a hint of hesitation, she flipped up his pretty dress to see what he had on underneath. "And what are those?"

"My underwear," he admitted. "I don't have any more diapers at home. Please diaper me, Your Highness."

"Of course, sweetie. Lie down. Whiskers, out of the way." She shooed her cat from behind him, he set his glittery backpack to the side, and she diapered him right there on the carpet, sliding off his boxer shorts and putting on a diaper, plastic pants, and diaper cover while pretending to ignore his growing erection. "And what is in your backpack?"

"My rainbow boy clothes and sneakers, just in case." Even the knee-high boots were a little much if he was going to appear to be a mostly ordinary boy. "And my heels, too."

"Oh? And why did you bring those?" she asked with an imperious air.

"To help me take daintier steps, Your Highness," he replied submissively, clutching his hands in front of him.

"Such a good little maid! Put them on, and I will give you another reminder to be meticulous." As he unbuckled his Mary Janes and put his heels on, she retrieved ribbons from the table; two of them went onto his pigtails in big, floppy bows, but she tied the third around each of his ankles as she had before, leaving him eight inches of slack so that he could carefully climb stairs. "There. That will make sure you take your time doing your chores."

"Thank you, Your Highness. That will be a big help." He got up and gave her another, restricted, curtsey. "May I please clean your bathroom?"

"Bathrooms, plural, but you certainly may. Come along, and I'll show you how I've been doing it."

Richard gasped dramatically, theatrically holding his hand to his face. "Your Highness! You've had to do such things yourself?!" he asked in feigned horror as he jingled and minced behind her with his limited steps, trying to keep up as she led him up the stairs. The diaper and cover were pushing his legs apart while the ribbon kept his legs together, making his walking even more childish and clumsy.

"Yes, that's right. Good help was so hard to find," she replied with an exaggerated sigh.

"That's so terrible, Your Highness. I should be doing all these chores for you."

"You will soon enough, little maid. In time, I will show you how to do everything here."

The first thing he noticed was the pacifier gag sitting on the toilet, but she opened up the compartment under the sink, which held a pair of versatile cleaning gloves sat under the sink, as did a small bucket, three different sponges, and three powerful, concentrated cleaning compounds: one for tubs and sinks, one for tile, and one for metal. The bathrooms in Susie's house weren't just tile floors; they were tile walls as well. She pointed out what went where, and told him specifically to clean every surface, and once he understood and didn't have any questions, she reminded him that little maids didn't need to talk while they worked and strapped his pacifier in. She kissed him on his pacifier and left him to his housework in his restrained feet and jingly dress.

He noticed some spots on the mirror and realized that she hadn't specified what to do for glass, but the tile cleaner was labeled as also being used for that, so he started there, cleaning it thoroughly, making sure not to leave streaks and smiling behind his pacifier at his pretty reflection as he had before. He looked so cute! He opened up the medicine cabinet, and there was nothing in there but Susie's electric razor, so he set that down and used diluted tub cleaner for the inside of the cabinet as well. Then the sink, and then the faucets with the metal cleaner, making everything very shiny. He did the light fixtures and plugs very, very carefully, glad that he was wearing gloves. Then he turned his attention to the tub.

As he diligently worked, sitting on the edge of the hot tub and making sure to scrub away every last bit of grime, Richard didn't realize he was having second thoughts until he was well into the middle of having second thoughts. It wasn't the jingly dress, diaper, pacifier, high heels, or ankle ribbons that were doing it; it was the fact that she clearly intended to regularly command him to do real housework for the foreseeable future, particularly because he'd volunteered for it. He didn't have to keep to that, if he really didn't want to. He could just go get his boy clothes, take this stuff off, and tell her that he really couldn't do this anymore; hell, if he were so inclined, he could just go home and never talk to any of them about any of this ever again, even his sister. There was nothing, nothing at all, that could prevent him from simply giving up and going home, sex and relationships be damned. He recognized the feeling very well. He'd done such things before, on a much smaller scale. These flare-ups of unease and anxiety were part of what made him inclined to quit things and cut ties, although they had usually resulted in him simply not getting involved with anyone or anything to begin with.

But, then again, what would he have been doing otherwise as a thirteen-year-old in the summer, pandemic or no? Surfing the Internet, reading despicable tales and looking at vile images, real and unreal, that would only leave him with a bad taste in his mouth, hating both himself and the people responsible for them? Trying to make sense of the news, which was getting more surreal every day no matter who he listened to? Playing single-player video games in which he pretended to be wearing a pretty dress, when he was actually wearing one? He still usually played a couple hours of Starcraft every evening before bed, and he realized that, on average, he was getting more exercise as a sissy than he usually did as an ordinary boy! Most of his old habits had left him with nothing but a feeling of wasted time and important things left undone. His new ones were, at the very least, giving his girlfriend a cleaner house.

Moreover, she wanted him to do it and she was happy that he was doing it, and, for him, that was the most important thing in the world.

Holy crap, had he just been seriously considering going 'fuc-k this shit I'm out', losing Susie and everything else important to him, over keeping her house clean - especially when she kept giving him everything he ever wanted?!

Mentally calling himself all sorts of names as he suc-kled on his pacifier, promising himself that she would never have any idea that such thoughts had entered his mind, Richard diligently continued to thoroughly scrub the grime off of Susie's hot tub - it only took a couple of wipes to get the surface sparkling like new - kneeling as he scrubbed so that his cute heels wouldn't scrape the inside of the tub, his bells rhythmically jingling with his back-and-forth motions. With his ankles kept so close together, he had to carefully scoot over the side of the tub, the bells on his socks jingling, but he retrieved the metal cleaner and proceeded to clean the faucets. The drain grate popped out, so he did both sides of that and then ran the pipe snake down that drain for good measure. The sink was easier, and the toilet wasn't difficult either, but then he realized that Susie had told him to clean the tiles with a sponge rather than a mop. He obediently did so, starting with the walls, his heels clacking against the tiles on the floor while his pretty dress jingled, going back and forth and making everything shiny. (He realized that the door was ajar and that Susie could hear him working.) He carefully cleaned the floor as well, wiping behind the toilet and being careful not to box himself in, as he was still crawling on his knees, the bells of his sissy dress brushing against the tile, smiling at a job well done.

Oh! Of course! He still had two more bathrooms to clean. He was so glad that Susie had such a big house. Sissies like him needed lots of housework to do, after all. Carefully carrying the cleaning supplies, he minced across the hall to the second upstairs bathroom, hearing the music of one of Susie's videos downstairs.

She heard the jingle of his bells as well. "Wait," she commanded him, and he obediently stood there, suc-kling on his pacifier and waiting for her to come up. "Let's see how good of a job you did." She led him back to the bathroom he had just finished cleaning, and she blinked in surprise. He had honestly done a very good job - he'd even done the inside of the medicine cabinet! He'd done as much of the tile walls as he could reach. Her original plan was to find some visible fault with what he did and then promise to punish him once he was done. But what was she going to do, yell at him for not touching the high ceiling? She had already resolved never to play the stupid dominant game of being pointlessly cruel to him over nothing. "You did wonderfully! If you keep going like this, there's definitely a reward in it for you," she said instead. 'Punishment' and 'reward', of course, were two roads that led to the same destination. She patted him on his diaper and he happily minced down the hall to the other bathroom.

The second bathroom was more difficult than the first. Almost no one had used it in a long while, and Susie had not been cleaning it. It wasn't gas-station filthy, and it was fortunately smaller, but even with the powerful chemical, the grime in the regular-sized bathtub required serious scrubbing with the rough side of the sponge to the point that his arms started to ache. He chuckled behind his pacifier at the idea that being a sissy was actually going to put muscle on him. The toilet was the same way, and he flushed dirty brown crud down multiple times as he worked, very glad he was wearing gloves. He realized that he had to... well, other boys would have said 'use the toilet' or 'go to the bathroom'. But he was wearing his pink, poofy diaper, so he used that instead.

To his relief, the third, downstairs bathroom was nearly spotless already and required very little work. As he finished up, he heard boiling water and smelled something cooking. suc-kling on his pacifier, he curtsied to her and gestured to the simmering pot.

[Jacqueline]

She giggled. "I don't need your help, we're just having rice with salmon. Go put the cleaning stuff away and then you can set the table." He obediently did so, carefully mincing back up and back down the stairs with the little steps that he was getting used to taking, then putting silverware and dishes next to two close-together dining room seats. He put the fish-laden rice into bowls for each of them and then brought out a pitcher of iced tea as well, and, complimenting him on what a good sissy he was, she unbuckled his pacifier so that he could eat.

"Your Highness, may I please have a pair of soft kneepads?" Richard asked as soon as it was out. This was a Rule 1 violation, but they were a ways past that.

"Oh, of course, Ricky. You're going to be spending a lot of time on your knees, and we wouldn't want them to be chafed. i'll see if we can get a pair next time we go out." He smiled at her.

They ate the delicious meal together, enjoying each other's company, and Susie simply reached under his jingly dress and felt his diaper under the cover and plastic pants. "Oh my. You're wet. You were in the middle of three different bathrooms and you still went in your diaper. Why did you do such a thing, Ricky?"

"Because I'm a baby who belongs in diapers, Your Highness."

"That's right, Ricky. I'm so glad you remembered." She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, and they finished their food, occasionally feeding each other bites.

"So, what's this reward you were talking about?" Richard asked once they were done eating.

"More chores, of course," she said haughtily. "Come along, sissy boy. Your chores are this way." She left the dirty dishes on the table. These particular chores had to be done immediately. He reached for his pacifier. "Ah-ah-ah, leave that there. These chores require the use of your mouth." She led him upstairs and into her bedroom, and it was the first time he'd actually seen it.

He'd almost expected it to be pink and girly, with lots of stuffed animals, but instead it was very tastefully decorated. The walls were hardwood paneling with intricate tapestries of landscape scenes across the walls. Books - not all of them in English - half-filled a bookshelf, and Richard was certain that she'd actually read them. An obviously expensive tower computer, complete with gamer chair, sat at the far wall, and he wondered if she was putting the GPU to good use. Although the blankets were royal purple rather than pink, the bed was the regal four-poster kind he had envisioned, and it was, again, covered in towels.

"My toes need to be cleaned, Ricky," she told him, turning up her nose in a haughty expression. "And do not wear your heels on my bed." He obediently took them off as she removed her socks. She placed her toes to his face, giving him a good look at his task. She did not use nail polish; instead, her toes were kept neatly and regularly trimmed. He obediently licked and suc-ked on her toes, licking all the imagined grime off them thoroughly, tasting her sweat and feeling very enjoyably subservient, kissing her feet multiple times in the process.

"I'm sure you love the taste, but you need something better to suc-kle on," she told him once her toes had been lightly covered with his saliva. "Up here, Ricky. Your next chore is to suc-kle on Mommy's breasts." Of course, Susie wasn't actually lactating, but he obediently suc-kled on her nipple anyway, licking a little bit, remembering to be gentle, pretending he was teasing milk out. She petted his pigtails and kissed him on top of his head, and after a little while, she moved him to her other breast.

She pulled off her skirt and panties, then pulled down his plastic pants and diaper cover and untaped his wet diaper. He wasn't just wet; he was also definitely sweaty down there from a combination of triple layers and hard work, his balls hanging very loose. She thoroughly wiped him down with a towel. "Your next chore is to fuc-k me," she said simply. Of all the commands that a teenage girl could give her boyfriend, that was the undisputed emperor of them all, and after so much teasing and contact, he was definitely ready to go.

It was the missionary position, a nominally dominant position even though his legs were still tied with ribbons, as he was on top of her, thrusting for the first time in his life as she clenched around him and they gasped together. She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed passionately and repeatedly, lost in each other. She came, and he heard that deep moan for the first time, and he came as well, and he kissed her once more and nearly collapsed on top of her.

Richard resolved that from then on, his paranoia and caution would be entirely put to work in strengthening their relationship instead. If that turned out to be a mistake, there was no good future for him after that point anyway; he figured that, if anything went south after this, he actually would go 'fuc-k this shit, I'm out' and end his own life.

Susie almost laughed in his embrace, comparing her experience to the nonsense she had read that morning. She had no patience for anything relating to some sort of imagined sexual hierarchy. Alpha males, cuckolded husbands, full-time maids in chastity? Evil bullshit, all of it. His place was right where he was, with her ribbons around his ankles and in his pigtailed hair, smelling of male sweat and bathroom cleaners. Well, okay, the smells could be nixed, and her toes were a little bit sticky too. "Bath time," she told him, undoing his pigtails, gently pushing him off of her, and sitting up to untie his ankle ribbons, setting them and his diaper coverings on the bed.

They bathed together as they had before, washing each other in the very clean tub. She noticed that Richard was looser this time, easier, less subtly pent-up. He was getting used to this, and it was definitely something he could get used to. "Ricky, do you want to keep doing this forever?" Susie asked him, very seriously with no roleplay in her voice.

It was like she was reading his mind! "With you, yes, I really do," he replied. "I mean, I'll have to be a regular boy sometimes, but I really love being your sissy." She nodded. A thought he hadn't considered entered his mind. "Do you want to keep doing this forever, too?"

She kissed him on the lips. "Of course I do." He heard a different sort of 'I do' in that and realized that what he had was, barring some horrific tragedy, actually forever. He was completely, even the scary, reticient, combative, and dangerous parts of himself, in love with her.

When they were done bathing, drying, and brushing each other's teeth again, she asked him if he knew how to put his hair into pigtails by himself yet.

"I've been practicing," he said, smiling, showing her how he was doing it last night. She giggled. She'd gone through her own pigtails phase, when her mother was still alive, and his attempt looked much like her first few tries before she'd really gotten it down. She considered telling him to braid his own pigtails anyway, even if they were too loose and poorly done, because that would make him look even more like a little girl in its own way, but babies had their hair done by their caregivers so she did them for him again, putting the ribbons back on his pigtails after she'd completely redressed him, his dress jingling once more, light, sweet makeup on his face, a fresh diaper on his groin, her ribbons back on his ankles just under the bells on his socks, and his heels back on his feet. He minced back downstairs to do the dishes, and she found a few things for them to watch together, and as they watched, she texted the Squad about what a good helper he was and how he'd done the bathrooms. Richard blushed but didn't protest. It wasn't like they didn't already know he was a sissy. Time flew again, and eventually Richard had to start going home before his mom did, and so he got up with a kiss.

"Is that how you're going out? In your high heels with my ribbon around your ankles?" Susie asked him, giggling.

"I would love to, Your Highness, but I think I would get in trouble if I did."

"Unfortunately, you would. Turn around, keep your knees straight, and take them off yourself," she commanded him. This basically made him touch his toes, stretching his legs and providing her with a wonderful view of his thickly padded bottom, and he fully expected her to spank it. Instead, she patted it lightly, causing a loud crinkle. "Hmmm... we shall leave the covers here and you may simply wear your diaper home." Judging from all the sweat earlier, things had been getting too warm down there for him. "Your other underwear is in your backpack with the rest of your..." She feigned an aristocratic shudder and a tone of disdain. "...boy clothes." She helped him step out of the plastic pants and diaper cover, taking them and the ankle ribbons from him, and he swapped his heels for his Mary Janes, which were right where he'd left them. Putting his heels into his backpack, he noticed an extra diaper in there as well. "Now go and skip along home, little maid."

Purse and backpack on, he curtsied to her with a melodious jingle. "Yes, Your Highness. Thank you for letting me do your chores!"

"You are very welcome. Fear not; I shall need your services again." And again, and again, and again, Susie knew, feeling a deep glee in her heart of owning something utterly priceless. No one online, in that abandoned femdom chat nor any other, knew what she had, nor would they. She watched, with an enormous smile on her face, as he took her command literally and skipped down the street in the sunny afternoon without a care in the world, just like the precious little girl he looked like.

He knew for sure, then, that was his daily life, as long as her father wasn't home and his mother was at work. He started thinking that he'd be her sissy just for the summer, but he knew better, as his school was almost certainly going fully online this year; he'd have to ask about hers, as she certainly had never set foot inside a public school. If he was trapped, he never, ever wanted to be rescued, he thought to himself as his bells told the whole neighborhood that there was a pretty little girly boy skipping down the path.

Changing into a shirt and pants for his mother's arrival, barely remembering to wash off the makeup and undo his pigtails, he felt like a quick game of competitive Starcraft, and he burst out laughing after he'd ground his opponent down into the dirt, winning himself a place in the Master league. Oh, if only that poor soul had known what had just happened and who he'd just lost to!

After dinner with his mother, who was glad her children were staying out of trouble - and his sister, who knew better - he finished up his Niven, practiced his pigtails until he got frustrated, and climbed into bed, dreaming of what tomorrow would bring.