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Dana's Revenge ? Part 2 ? by: Tweak
As I laid there in my diaper wondering what these next couple of years
would be like I had a much more immediate need- I had to pee. Dana had
left me nearly three hours ago and I now felt the desire to pee and
hour ago and now that desire has become a need and necessity. I tried
as long as I could to hold it back but the inevitability of nature took
its course and I wet my diaper. It was an experience unlike any other I
had ever had. It is hard to describe what it feels like to wet your
pants when you entire adult life there has been such a stigma attached
to it. As I felt the piss fill my diaper I also realized that Dana
wasn't going to return for several more hours to change me. It was bad
enough to wear a diaper and much worse to lay in a wet one. As I
struggled with my bonds the phone rang and I heard the voice on the
answering machine.
"Joannie, what's wrong? Did you have a little accident? I don't know if
you realize this or not but the Barneys are gone on your diaper. You
see, when the diaper stays dry then Barney is there, but if you get wet
Barney disappears. It is supposed to be incentive for a young child not
to wet their diapers. Obviously you need to work on you self control.
Don't worry I will be over tomorrow morning to change you. Sleep well."
Not only was I wet and uncomfortable I was now embarrassed beyond
anything I could have imagined. My biggest worry in life now was not
advancing at work or finding a date, but rather keeping Barney on the
front of my diaper. Around 11:00 p.m the phone rang again and I thought
it was Dana again but it was Paul, one of the guys from work.
"John, are you home? Pick up, this is Paul. John, are you there? Well,
you must be out. If you get home in time to hear this why don't you
come to the bar and have a few drinks with me and the guys and shoot a
little pool. I know you must be bummed after Dana dumped you like that.
That little bitch! She didn't know how good she had it with you. Hope
to see you later."
I struggled with my bonds like never before to answer that call, but I
wasn't going anywhere. As I continued to struggle the phone rang again,
only a few moments after Paul hung up.
"Joannie, this is Dana. I believe you and I are going to have to have a
talk tomorrow morning about my breaking up with you. I am so silly, I
thought it was the other way around. We'll talk about that tomorrow-
sweet dreams."
Oh God! Dana heard what Paul had said and I knew I was in serious
trouble, although Dana stayed calm and didn't raise her voice one iota.
I finally must have passed out from exhaustion for the next thing I
remembered was the front door opening and closing and then Dana
appearing in my bedroom.
"Good morning, Joannie. I bet you wish that I was putting on another
strip show for you, but that will never happen as long as you are
Joannie, you see I am not a lesbian, although there is still hope that
you will become one. First things, first though, let's change your
diaper and give you a new one."
Dana approached the bed and pulled out a little baby basket containing
all the things she needed to change me. She removed the old diaper,
wiped my bottom, put on ointment for diaper rash, sprinkled me with
powder and put on a fresh diaper with a big, bold picture of Barney on
the front. She then removed my binky and produced two bottles from her
purse.
"Joannie, drink your two bottles now like a good little girl. That's
it, suck away. A girl you know, can never become too proficient at
sucking. But that's another story for another day. I would rather talk
to you now about your friend Paul. Is he under the impression that I
broke up with you? And that I am a bitch? That is quite unfortunate,
for as you know, I always value truthfulness in a relationship. I
wouldn't want Paul to continue with the wrong idea about us, and
especially about me. How are we going to resolve this? I know, maybe I
can call Paul right now and have him come over here so that you can
tell him the truth. How about that?"
"Mmmmph, mmmmmph," I said loudly through the nipple of the bottle being
forced to my lips.
"What's that Joannie? You think I should call Paul and have him come
over?"
"Mmmmmmmmph, mmmmmmmmph," I hastily replied.
"Where do you keep your personal phone book? That's right, it's right
here next to your dresser. Let's see if I can find Paul's number."
Dana was paging through the book and my eyes were pleading with her not
to call Paul. I had thought that I had hit the bottom as far as
humiliation had gone, but I now realized that I was far from the
bottom, if indeed, there was a bottom to my descent. Dana then found
Paul's number and picked up the phone and began dialing. I was going to
shout and protest, but I have learned very quickly that there was no
need to make a bad situation even worse.
"Hello, Paul. This is Dana. You know, John's old girlfriend ? the
Bitch! I am at John's now and there seems to be a little disagreement
about who broke up with whom. I was wondering if you could come to
John's right away and the three of us could settle this once and for
all. Half an hour would be fine."
Oh shit! Paul was going to be here in 30 minutes and see me like this.
What was I going to do. I began to thrash around in the bed to no
avail.
"Hold on a second Paul, John seems to be going crazy, let me calm him
down? That's better. You want to talk to him? Sure, I guess that would
be no problem. Let me remove the baby bottle he's sucking on and I give
him the phone."
Dana then removed the bottle and began to put the phone next to my ear
since I could not hold it myself. What was I going to say to Paul now?
"In theater 4 we are showing Spiderman at 1:15, 3:30?."
Dana had not called Paul at all. She had instead called the local
theater for a recording of the show times for Saturday. I was relieved
and pissed at the same time. Relieved that it wasn't Paul and pissed
that she almost made my heart stop. Dana then took the phone from me
and hung it up placing it on the bed beside me.
"Joannie, don't think for a moment that I wouldn't really call Paul,
your other friends, or your family, for that matter, if I really wanted
to and there's nothing you could do to stop me. I just chose not to
this time. It was enough pleasure watching you thinking that I really
did it. But there is this little matter of the truth. Paul is still
under a false notion so I am really going to call Paul for real this
time and let you talk to him rectifying the situation. If I don't like
your version of the story then rest assured that I will take that
phone from your ear and invite Paul over for a personal conversation.
If you get his answering machine then leave him a message. Is that
clear?"
"Yes, Dana" As she dialed Paul's number I quickly thought about what I
was going to say. When the phone began to ring Dana placed it to my
ear.
"ring?ring?ring? Hey, this is Paul. I am not here to get your call, but
please leave a message and I will get back with you. Beep"
"Paul, this is John, I got your message last night and just wanted to
clear a few things up. I know I told you that Dana broke up with me,
but the truth is that I broke up with her. She was really mad at me
being a jerk stringing her along for so long and she's right. Dana's
not a bitch, but I am a bastard and I hope I can make it up to Dana
somehow, someway. Talk to you later."
"Good job, Joannie. It's not so hard telling the truth, is it? And
don't feel completely bad, for you will make it up to me over the next
2 ? years. Let's finish these bottles so I can leave and go shopping. I
will be back this afternoon and I hope there is a Barney or I will
be very disappointed in my little girl."
Dana finished feeding me and then left for the mall as promised. I laid
there fighting the urge to pee again not knowing what form her
'disappointment' would take if I lost my Barney. Dana returned around 3
p.m. and strolled into my bedroom with a number of shopping bags.
"Good girl, I can still see your Barney. For that you will be rewarded.
I bought you some baby food to go along with all of your milk. I bought
jars of chicken and beef, green beans and carrots, and some fruit. Make
sure you eat all your meat and vegetables are you won't get dessert.
Now open wide."
Dana proceeded to feed me with a baby spoon from the little jars. She
purposely got some on my chin and cheek so she could wipe it with the
spoon and place it in my mouth. When I was finished eating Dana said
she would go into the other room and read letting me have a chance to
go to the bathroom before she left so she could change my diaper again.
It was hard enough peeing in a diaper in the first place, and doubly
hard knowing that there is someone in the next room waiting to change
you after the fact. I did manage to relieve myself and Dana changed me
like last time.
"Goodbye, Joannie. I will be back later tonight to feed and change
you."
Dana came back that evening as well as 3 more times on Sunday. When she
came back Sunday evening Dana fed me and then took off my wet diaper
but didn't put a new one on.
"Joannie, your time as a baby is over. I hope you have learned your
lesson. If you can behave like a nice young lady and not throw any more
tantrums then I will treat you like a young lady. But if you do start
acting like a baby again, just remember that next time it will be for a
week, and that you will have to go to work dressed in a diaper. I hope
you have learned your lesson. When I leave I am going to release and
let you take a shower and get back into your girlie clothes. Be in bed
by 10 p.m. and get up at 5:30 a.m. so you can get your chores done. I
will talk to you tomorrow."
Dana released me and left. I quickly jumped in the shower, painted my
toes and fingernails, dressed in my nightie and ate a huge dinner. I
went to bed on time and relished a good night's sleep. I got out of bed
at 5:28 and the phone rang at 5:30 sharp.
"Joannie, I hope you enjoyed you sleep. I would like you to put on you
French maid's outfit now and scrub your bathroom and kitchen floor with
a toothbrush. Make sure you get every nook and cranny. Bachelor's may
live as slobs, but it is unbecoming for an attractive young lady to do
so. When you finish that take a shower, put on your pink undies and
your white pantyhose. When you leave work tonight be sure to stop by
and see Stephanie at the tanning salon. Be sure to pack the same
clothes you wore last time so you can develop your tan lines. I will
give you an extra half hour to get that done, so be home by 6:30
tonight."
I quickly did my chores and then changed into my clothes for work. When
I arrived at work the first person I ran into was Paul.
"Hi," I said and quickly started to head for my office.
"John, what got into you yesterday? Why do I really care who broke up
with whom? Why do you care if I think badly of Dana. I have heard of
guys being pussy whipped by their girlfriends, but not by their ex-
girlfriends."
At that moment Laurie happened to walked by looking absolutely gorgeous
in her red dress. I had hoped she had not heard our conversation but I
was wrong.
"John, I am sorry I didn't know you had a girlfriend or I would not
have suggested going out last Friday."
"That's alright Laurie, Dana and I are broken up."
"I am sorry to hear that, but from what I heard it seems for the best.
I agree with Paul, a guy, if he is going to be pussy whipped should
only be whipped by his current girlfriend," Laurie said with a sly,
flirtatious smile
"Are we still on for this weekend," she asked.
"Sure, how about Friday after work?"
"That's fine if you are sure Dana won't mind," she said sarcastically
as she walked away.
Little did she know how much Dana "would mind" me dating the girl who
was part of the reason we broke up in the first place. I had a week to
come up with a plan or I was a dead man. Work dragged on, partly
because I couldn't wait to get home where no one could accidentally
discover my undergarments or my chastity belt. After work I went by the
tanning salon as instructed.
"Hey Joannie, how are you doing? I thought I would have seen you over
the weekend," Stephanie said as I walked through the door.
A couple customers looked at her and then at me wondering why she call
me 'Joannie'. I am sure they must have misheard her until she pulled my
name up on the account.
"Let's see Joannie, you have a lot left on your package. You will be in
room 5 today for 15 minutes ? enjoy."
As I started to walk away she said, "You forgot your little stickers
'slut' and 'Joannie'. Dana dropped a bunch by this morning."
I quickly walked to room 5 with my head dropped for I knew the other
customers were looking at me. When I finished I quickly went home and
arrived at 6:15 in plenty of time. At exactly 6:30 the phone rang and
it was, of course, Dana.
"Joannie, I hope you are getting dressed. I will be over in a little
bit. Why don't you keep on your pink panties and white stockings and
put on you red skirt, powder blue blouse and your 4" red heels. I will
see you soon."
Dana arrived at 7:30 with a bunch of videotapes in her hand. She placed
them on the coffee table and then sat on my couch and invited me to sit
next to her.
"My, don't you look pretty. You are slowly turning into a beautiful
young lady. But there is a lot more to being beautiful than just a
pretty face. You must also begin to think and act like a woman. That is
what these tapes are for. I know that in the past you always made fun
of 'chick flicks' and would never watch them with me, but that was
before you were a 'chick'. I think we need to make up for lost time. I
have brought over a few of my favorite movies, and I know that you will
appreciate them too, Joannie. The first one we are going to watch is
'Beaches'. All girls just love this movie, and I am sure you will fall
in love with this too. So just sit back, kick off your shoes, or should
I say heels, and enjoy.
Dana had me put the tape in and together we watched Bette Midler in
'Beaches'. During the movie I saw a few tears come to Dana's eyes, and
I noticed she was watching me to see if I too was crying. When it was
over Dana told me to turn it off so we could talk.
"Joannie, isn't that a great movie?"
"Yes. I liked it." That was my only safe response.
"Then why weren't you crying at all?"
"Guys don't cry?!" before I could stop myself I made a major blunder.
"What's that Joannie? You still think you are a guy?"
"No, Dana. I didn't mean to say that."
"I am sure you didn't mean to say it, I don't think that you are that
stupid, but you did say it and we need to do something about that. I
think I have the perfect solution. Let's pretend that you are back in
college and that you need to write a paper. I just loved writing
papers, didn't you? I was an English Major you know. The topic of your
paper will be: Why girls would cry during the movie 'Beaches'. Let's
say a 1000 word paper, double spaced. As my professors were fond of
saying, 'a paper should be like a woman's skirt; long enough to cover
the subject and short enough to keep it interesting.' I am sure that
being a woman now, that phrase has all sorts of new meaning for you.
The paper will be due Friday evening at 8:00 and remember that spelling
and grammar count. If it is not done well then it will 2000 words the
next time. I will leave you now and let you get started on your
homework. Be sure to have the lights out and be in bed by 10 p.m. Talk
to you soon, bye."
As Dana left I couldn't believe what she was making me do. She was
treating me like a student giving me homework, no less on why girls
cry! I pouted for a bit and then pulled out a notebook jotting down
ideas for my assignment due on Friday.
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