Diaper Dreams.
By Deewet
Someone knocks on the door and a woman’s voice calls out, “Can I come in to turn down your bed.”
I pull up to answer, but his hand on the top of my head stops me. I cannot answer the maid because my lips are stretched around girth of his swollen coc-k, my mouth stuffed with his hot tool. Helpless to resist him, my wrist bound behind my back, kneeling between his legs as he sits on the couch, I continue blowing him as she calls out again. David answers, telling her it wasn’t needed, his voice a little strained as I slid more of him down into me, fighting the instinct to gag.
Thankfully she goes away, because although this is fulfilling a dream I’d had forever, David is the first person to ever see me dressed this way and I am still frightened by revealing this side of me to anyone, He is first man I had ever been with sexually, in fact, the first person I’d ever been with sexually. In the safety of my house, I’d been this way, suc-king on a rubber dido, but this is the first real coc-k I’d ever had in my mouth. It is hotter and the skin softer than I had imagined. I was not ready for the way it pulsates as I slide my lips up and down the shaft.
We had met on-line weeks ago. In a personal, He’d advertised for a sissy to train. The sissy had to be tiny with female features. I fit the build, being under 5 feet tall with small hands and feet. I’d been dressing as sissy baby for years and had quite a collection of dresses, diapers and plastic pants. I even have a secret bedroom with an oversized crib and changing table, I just didn’t have anyone to share my hidden self with. His personal hunted my every waking moment and finally I responded. David took control of our messages from the start, establishing who was the adult and who was the baby. I had to dress fully in baby attire whenever we chatted on line, including heavy cloth diapers, plastic pants, a baby dress, Mary Jane shoes and ruffled socks. He did not like disposables or any other clothes, only me being in a dress. He said his sissy only wore dresses. I had to have my web cam on so he could see me but I he had no web cam so I had no idea what he looked like until he knocked on my hotel room an hour ago.
I continue working on his coc-k, my mouth getting a little stiff from having this huge rod stretching me. Used to seeing only my little thing, I am shocked at his size. When he first pulled it out, with me bound and on my knees waiting, I had let out a little girl cry. How was I supposed to get my lips around that thing? But, surprisingly I was able to get it in my mouth. First, he wanted me to kiss the head and work my way down the shaft, licking and kissing. Next he commanded me to suc-k on his balls and use my tongue. Waiting for him to come to the hotel, wearing my pink little girl dress, I wondered what I would do when he wanted this from me. My pink dress had little ballerina’s on it and the pink shimmered. It was short like a toddler girl would wear with no waist. The hem was adorned with white lace as were the puffy short sleeves. The dress was short and did not come close to hiding that I was thickly diapered. I have matching rumba panties but David likes to see the baby plastic pants. Mine were pink with a juvenile print. I wore shiny black Mary Jane shoes and thigh high white stockings. At the top of the stockings was a pretty pink bow. I have long black hair that I brushed out until it shimmered. I had a pink bow in my hair and I was sure after I was finished, it was hard to tell I was a twenty four year old man. When he had knocked on the door, I was so scared that I wetted my diaper. I had changed my mind. I couldn’t let him in my room and see me dressed like this. He knocked again and commanded me to open the door.
I knew that letting him in the room, dressed the way I was, suc-king on a pacifier, meant complete submission, yet his voice was so deep and manly, I had to obey. I opened the door and saw him for the first time. He was huge and tough looking, making me wonder what he would see in a sissy, standing there, diapered and in a dress. He smiled and I knew he liked what he saw. He stepped into the room and closed the door.
He held out his hand and I gave him the keys. The dress I wore zipped up the back, making a tight Peter Pan collar around my neck. Hiding inside the band around the neck of the dress was a thick wire that I had padlocked. My plastic pants were also locked and handing him the keys, I was bound in these clothes.
He turned me around and took my thin arms in his beefy hands and pulled them behind my back. I made no attempt to struggle as I felt him bind me with the soft rope I had on the coffee table as prescribed by him in an email. When he finished, he told me to try and get lose. Self- bondage has been something I’ve played with at home, but always there had to be a way to escape and I could never master tying myself up behind my back. I suc-ked hard on my pacifier as I tried to get out of the bonds, but it was impossible and showed me he was in complete control.
I was turned back to face him and I glance down to see that he was very excited, his coc-k straining in his jeans.
“Baby wants some of this?” he asked.
I nodded, suc-king hard on my pacifier. He came close and hugged me, his hand squeezing my thickly diapered behind, the plastic of my pants crinkling loudly. I squeeze my legs together because I love the thickness between my legs and the coolness from the plastic pants on my thighs.
“Is daddy’s baby girl wet?”
I nodded.
“Well, good thing daddy has baby in diapers. Baby needs to be always diapered because she can’t control herself, right?”
I nodded, my face buried just above his waist, he is that much taller than me. I felt him hard against my stomach, which is a very strange, exciting, and slightly scaring feeling, knowing a man is hard because of you. Especially with your wrist bound behind you back. I almost shook with anticipation of putting him in my mouth.
Of course, now he fills my mouth so much I can’t help but slobber down my chin. He pulls my hair and I rise, my mouth sliding up on him and then off his tool. A line of saliva strings from my bottom lip to the head of his coc-k. I look up at him and slowly lick my bottom lip, feeling so naughty and sexy. I pant and smile at him, my breathing short from both the blowing him and the excitement. My cheeks feel hot and all the nerves in my body seem to be in overdrive. My lips feel a little swollen and very sensitive. I look down at his very hard coc-k, glistening from me. Any doubts about my being a coc-ksuc-ker are gone.
My own little clit is hard in the folds of my wet diaper and I know if I press the front of my diaper against anything I will explode.
David wants me to climb up on his lap with my legs straddling him so his coc-k is rubbing against the back of my plastic pants. I slowly move up and down, his arms tight around my waist to keep me from falling, for with my arms behind my back it is hard to keep my balance. His arms feel so strong around me, accentuating how much a man he was compared to me. It makes me feel more girlish.
The feelings of being held so tightly and his coc-k rubbing against the back of my plastic pants, pushes me to the edge. When he starts biting on my neck and saying how he was going to always keep me in dresses and diapers, I go over the top and come in my diapers. It is an organism different than any I had before and makes me cry out and buckle on his lap. It must be bringing him to come he pushes my off his lap and back to my knees on the floor. I am still in the heat of my coming when I gulp down his pen-is and begin working hard on it. It is just in time for he explodes into my mouth, sending globs of c-um into my waiting mouth. I am not ready for the taste but find that I love it. When I come , there is little discharge, but he unloads trust after trust of so much c-um, I can’t keep it all in my mouth, some leaks down my chin.
“Don’t swallow yet,” he says, pulling out of me. The next heavy squirt misses my open mouth and gets into my hair.
I wait there with a mouth full of c-um for him to say I can swallow. He breathlessly demands that I first open my mouth to show him the large load of white stuff filling my mouth. Then he lets me swallow. I then go back to his glistening pen-is and clean off the stray c-um. It starts softening and I finish. He is breathing hard with his eyes closed. I remain on my knees, shaking with everything that had just happened. The taste of him is still thick in my mouth.
“You must have done this before little girl,” he says.
“You are my first.”
He shakes his head and says that is hard to believe for this was the best blow job ever for him. In most cases, after coming, I hurriedly take off my baby ware and swear to stop succ-umbing to these urges, but in the case, I am stuck in my clothing and I just swallowed his load. The usual shame does not happen.
David stands and pulls on his pants. I look down at the floor, hoping he will untie my wrists. He doesn’t. I stay in place as he goes over to the mini refrigerator and takes out one of the beers I stocked per his instructions in the email. Inside the mini Frig is also four baby bottles of milk, also per his instructions.
“Can you untie me?” I ask him when he moves back toward the couch.
He shakes his head. “First rule for baby girl is no talking unless daddy says you can. “ On the floor is my opened baby stuff suitcase. He bends down and pulls out the pen-is gag, an item I had been instructed to buy. “Second rule is baby will always have something in her mouth.”
I shake my head not wanting to be gaged right now after having y mouth stretched opened around his real pen-is, but I have no say in what he does to me. Submissively, I open my mouth and he pushes in the rubber pen-is gag and buckles it behind my head. This is really scary and stupid, for I am submitting to someone I barely know. With this gag in my mouth, I could only manage a muffled moan as he pulled me to feet and then had me lie face down on the couch. He takes more rope and binds my ankles, my thick wet diaper keeping my thighs apart. He bends my knees and hog ties me.
Is he going to rob me? Then I start worrying that he will leave and I will be stuck like this until the hotel staff got into the room. I am sure the police would be called. Although I don’t have any friends, I am a successful web page developer and this type of publicity would not be good for business.
While I laid there, helpless bound and gagged, there is a knock on the door. A female voice calls out for David and he opens the door. Now I am really scared and I squirm to against the ropes. Never had we talked about anyone else being in the picture. No doubt I have been scammed and they were going to rob me and leave me bound on the couch.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: DIAPER DREAMS (Read 22285 times)
