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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 9 (Sunday - week 2) Mel stretched a bit as she padded her way to the coffee pot to start it brewing. She had slept later than she had in a long time. She thought about Chad next door and decided he could wait. He probably needed more sleep anyway. She had been hard on him all week, something she dared not ease up on now. But letting him get a little extra sleep wouldn't hurt - either of them. Once the coffee was brewing, she went to her desk and fired up her computer. She had a bit of research to do. Ever since Friday night when Chad had informed her that he couldn't pee while he was hard, she had been trying to think of some way to keep him from ever getting hard. Her earlier research had left some vague possibilities in her mind, but now it was time to explore them further. A little while later, her coffee almost finished, she had made her decision. She had found, fairly easily, something she considered rather diabolical. By all descriptions, Chad would have to learn to stay soft all the time or he would suffer. She had planned on ordering something that morning, but a small notice on the ordering page had stopped her. If she placed the order by phone on Monday, then there were faster delivery options available, including overnight. She decided to place her order first thing Monday morning, and hopefully by Tuesday evening she would no longer have that particular problem with Chad anymore. Chad? She smiled. She had to get used to calling him Sissy now. It wouldn't do to make that mistake in front of him. Chad felt himself have to pee again and allowed himself to do it. He opened his eyes. It felt later than usual. He sat up where he could see his pink clock radio and stared at it very much surprised. It was later. Much later. Gratefully, he laid back down and stretched and just rubbed his bare arms and legs on the sheet, trying to get his circulation moving a bit. As usual, his diapers were overly soaked and he couldn't even begin to bring his legs anywhere near each other. He would have loved to remove them, but the lock on the back of his onesie prevented him from taking it off. So frustrating. As was his need to get himself off - that was also impossible. Sighing, he got to his feet. Normally he would have gone straight into his bathroom to relieve himself, but that was impossible for him now too. As he waddled into his living room, the need to pee returned again. Once again let it out, hardly giving it another thought. His living room was empty except for the one chair that Mel had sat in yesterday. He wandered into his kitchen, also mostly empty. There were a few baby bottles filled with her lousy tea in the refrigerator, but that was all. Sucking on another baby bottle just then wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, and he didn't. Thinking about the bottles made him think about the pacifier he was supposed to be sucking on. He picked it up by the ribbon it was dangling from attached to his onesie. He just looked at it and let it fall again. Mel wasn't around just then. His apartment was empty. No TV, no nothing. As he looked around the room, he noticed where the connection for the cable TV came out of the wall. With everything the bitch was putting him through, he decided that one of the major things she was also going to buy him was a new TV. A nice one! Mel still hadn't shown up. Where was she? Deciding to do the only thing he really could do, he went back to bed. It was the middle of the morning by the time that Mel was finished getting ready. She was dressed casually, but nicely. Grabbing her purse she went out and locked her door behind her, she wasn't planning on coming back till much later. Chad heard his front door open. "Finally!" he thought to himself as he got up off his mattress and went to make sure it was Mel who had just come in - who else would it be? "Did you get enough sleep?" Mel asked as soon as she saw him. "Yeah. Finally!" he replied. "Did you sleep any better than you have been?" That question puzzled him. "What do you mean?" "I mean have you learned to wet yourself in your sleep yet?" "Ha! Not even close!" He replied. He didn't think he was really lying since he did wake up every time he needed to pee, he just wasn't bothering to come fully awake anymore. But she didn't need to know that. Mel walked over to him and suddenly slapped his face - hard. "Ow! What was that for?" Mel just reached down and picked up the pacifier that was dangling from his onesie and shoved it back into his mouth. "I told you to keep it there, didn't I?" Chad said nothing. As Mel got him cleaned up a few minutes later, she realized that there wasn't as much of a mess in his diapers this time. Of course she should have expected that with all the suppositories she was shoving in him. His system was probably mostly empty now. Chad gratefully soaked his body clean first in his shower, then while relaxing in his bathtub for a few minutes. Mel had added some flowery smelling bath beads to the water, but that only made him enjoy the sensation all the more. His cock began growing again at the very thought of it. He wanted to touch it so badly. He glanced quickly at Mel to see if she would notice, but she was watching him all too closely. "Don't you dare!" she said. Chad sighed dejectedly and Mel made him get out of the water so she could diaper him again. Once she had put two of the thinner cloth diapers on him and had his plastic panties pulled up again, Mel had him pull one of his all-in-one girdles back on. Chad hated the thing because it was so uncomfortably tight, but with only two diapers on under it instead of the four she usually used, it wasn't quite so tight down below. When he went to shave his face, he quickly realized that the only razors he had were all pink and he had no shaving cream at all. "I can't shave with this," he complained. "You're going to have to learn," Mel answered, "because that's all I'm going to allow you to use." "And there's no shaving cream either." "Tough! Women don't use it when they shave their legs. Rub some soap and some moisturizer on your face. Try that instead." Chad wasn't exactly sure, but he tried it. The moisturizer he decided was definitely the most help. "Okay," she said when he was finally finished, "makeup time again. Let's see if you can remember what I taught you yesterday about the mascara." Mel finally allowed him to take his pacifier out again, but she held onto it for later. Chad went to work with one of the mascaras. But of course she wasn't happy with his first attempt, or his second attempt either. Fortunately, she decided that his third attempt was much better. "You're finally starting to get the hang of it," she told him. "But you should have been practicing more." "When?" he replied a bit put out. "You kept me busy all last night till you sent me to bed." "How about this morning? Don't tell me you've been asleep the entire time till I got here." "No," he admitted. "And I'll bet you haven't had a single bottle this morning either, have you?" "No... but you didn't tell me to!" "I shouldn't have to!" Chad kept his mouth shut after that for fear she might punish him again. He knew he had probably pushed his luck as it was. Mel did the rest of his makeup for him again and then stuffed the pantyhose from last night back into the cups of his all-in-one. Then she had him put on the same black skirt he had worn before only this time with a different, more colorful top. "You really need some more clothes," she commented. Then she handed him another pair of heels from his closet, fortunately not his highest ones. She sighed as she looked him over, "still a long way to go," but you'll have to do." Actually, she was fairly glad he looked as ridiculous as he did, it would only serve to humiliate him more - and excite her more. "Okay, let's go," she said as she headed for the door. Chad was terrified again, even though he had expected they were going out again. "Where to?" he asked. "Grocery shopping," she said as she pushed him towards the door. Chad reached for his keys and wallet on the way out but she stopped him. "Leave them, I've got a key, remember?" Then she added, "Remind me to get you a purse soon." And with that she pushed him out and closed the door behind them. Chad was completely terrified. She was taking him out shopping dressed the way he was and he had no way to get out of it. She had pushed him out the door without his keys or even his wallet. Without his keys, he couldn't even get back into his own apartment. He was totally dependent on her. He felt so trapped. He was trapped! Completely! All the way to the store he fretted. He had never been out in public in a skirt before - except for walking next door last night to Cassie and Sandy's apartment, and he wasn't really counting that - now. He realized that Mel was upping the ante, again! And this was almost more than he thought he could handle. But how was he going to get out of it? All too soon they pulled into the parking lot of the store. It was late enough in the morning that Chad could see that the store was getting crowded. Mel found a parking spot, not as close to the store as Chad would have liked, and opened her car door. "Okay, Sissy, let's go," she said as she got out of the car." Chad stayed where he was. There was no way he could find the courage to get out of the car just then. Mel stopped at the back of her car as soon as she realized that Chad was still in it. "Come on!" she shouted. But Chad wasn't budging. She walked over and opened his door. Chad was huddled in the car with his arms wrapped around his body. He was clearly terrified. "What are you doing? Get out of there right now!" "I can't!" "I said... Out! Now!" But Chad just shook his head. Mel was at a loss for what to do and was getting angry. "Do you want to be punished again?" He shook his head. "Nnnno." "Then get out of there!" He shook his head again. "I can't!" Mel was really angry now. "Boy are you going to get it when we get home!" But she wasn't ready to leave just yet. She needed to find some way to get him out of the car. She was a lawyer, she had resorted to drastic means before. "Okay smart ass!" She pulled out her cell phone. "Let's see what the police will do with you when I call them!" Chad looked up at her, totally aghast. Mel opened her cell phone "Nine." She pushed a button. "One." She pushed another button. "One." She put the phone to her ear. "Mel, please!" Chad pleaded. "Who?" "I mean, Mistress, please don't." But Mel was already speaking. "Yes," she was saying. "I just came out of the store and I found some... pervert... sitting in my car and he won't go away! No, I'm not going to go near him! No, I don't think he has a gun, at least I didn't see one. Okay, I'll be expecting them, and please tell them to hurry. I'll be the one waving my arms for them up by the front entrance. Yes, yes, I'll stay on the line." Chad looked up at her, she had called the cops. No matter what the actual reasons it would be really bad for him. He didn't want to get arrested. He didn't want to go to jail. He couldn't imagine what someone dressed as he was would experience there. "Mistress please..." he said softly. But she was still talking onto the phone, describing him as if she were standing further away from him than she actually was. "Please..." he pleaded again. He had no choice. Slowly he extricated himself from the car... exposing himself and the way he was dressed to the entire world. Mel looked pleased and closed her cell phone. Then she quickly slammed the car door shut behind him and hit the lock button on her key chain. "No way out," he thought through his panicked brain. "No way out." "Come on," Mel said, glancing back as she started walking toward the door. "We'd better get out of here before the police show up." She stopped to wait for him to catch up. "That is, unless you really do want them to arrest you." Chad hurried after her, his heels making all too much noise, even over the other sounds around him. Exposed! Branded as a sissy. And now on view for the whole world to see what he really was. Deeply ashamed, he hurried after her as if she would somehow keep him safe. Mel was still furious, but she was also smiling an inward smile of satisfaction that she had whenever she scored big against an opponent. She hadn't really dialed 911, she had only pressed the first three numbers of her own phone number. But the ruse had certainly worked. Her big problem now though, was what could she do to Chad later to really punish him? She had no doubt that his backside couldn't stand much more of her yardstick so soon. Keeping that thought in the back of her mind, she went in and ordered Chad to grab a shopping cart. Chad's terror never diminished. In fact, all his senses seemed to be heightened. He had certainly worn women's clothes before - lots of times, but only in the privacy of his own home. The only time he had ever worn them out of his house had been last night with Cassie and Sandy - and that was it. But now... He felt like such a fool! His overly aware senses noticed everybody who could even possibly be looking at him. He could hear the clicking of his heels with each step he took - each click sounding an alert to everybody else that said, "Look at me! Look at me!" He was more aware than ever of how the heels felt on his feet, forcing his feet into an odd angle as he walked, his heels up off the ground, his toes forced tightly down, having to be more careful about how he placed each step so as not to twist his ankle because of the higher heel. He was painfully aware of the mocking soft caress of his skirt as the hem brushed against his legs... his all too exposed legs. He was wearing a skirt - in public. How embarrassing. He even felt the embarrassment of having no pockets to hide his well manicured hands in. His breasts stuck out far too plainly for his comfort too. But were they any bigger than any other woman? Not really he thought. In fact they were probably smaller. But that fact didn't really comfort him at all. He couldn't see the makeup on his face, but he could taste his lipstick - an odd, yet interesting flavor. But with no wig, the makeup on his face had to shout sissy to anyone who would see it. He was doomed - forever. Exposed - forever. He felt so vulnerable. So afraid. And he had no choice but to follow Mel, one step after another, all through the terror-house called a grocery store. Why hadn't there been a major earthquake last night? It would have been so nice. Now wouldn't be a bad time for one either. Hurry Mel, please hurry. Or at least move a little faster. And curiously enough, he felt his cock start to grow again. Damn he needed some relief - and bad! Mel was careful to walk calmly and slowly up and down each and every aisle. She knew that Chad behind her was scared. Really, she couldn't blame him. But he had to know that this was coming. It was only logical. Besides, it was all part of his fantasy, wasn't it? Not that it mattered in the end. He had signed away all his rights in favor of whatever she wanted him to do - with no say in the matter. And the truth was that making him squirm under her power was in reality very fulfilling to her. She wondered only slightly what the other shoppers in the store thought about her... and Chad. She was sure that more than a few of them were put out by the sight of her with her sissy, but she was also sure that twice that many were secretly delighted. So she really wasn't all that concerned about what everybody else thought. She wasn't used to doing a lot of grocery shopping. She usually just bought some diet TV dinners for herself to stick in the microwave. She could cook of course, but she knew she wasn't really a good cook. She smiled, someday though, one way or another, Chad was going to be her "good cook." But there were other things that had to come first. She began picking up items that she didn't often buy. Lots of salad fixings, a bottle of her favorite wine, even fruits and fresh vegetables. Did Chad know how to cook all the things she was buying? He could certainly learn, she decided. She wasn't really a big beef fan, but some chicken breasts soon found their way into her cart as well. She spent a very long time in the baby food aisle, looking over everything in it carefully. One of the reasons she spent so long was because she could almost feel Chad's discomfort behind her. Was he getting hard again? She had no way of knowing. She almost hoped so - sort of. At the same time, she didn't want him to be able to get hard either. It would be counter-productive. She had to remember that her pleasure was all that mattered, not his. She sighed, she was still new to all this. She knew she had a lot to learn. She wondered how she was stacking up against other doms - new ones anyway. Where did they learn the things they did? There were no classes in it anywhere that she knew of. All she knew was the little bit she had read on the internet - and her gut feelings. She wasn't really planning on buying any baby food - yet, but she surrendered to her impulses and pulled down two boxes of baby cereal for him, smiling slyly at him as she did so. In the drink aisle, she was careful to pull down lots of large bottles of things that she knew would keep him peeing. She bought three of the largest bottles of prune juice that she could find. Inwardly, she found that just looking at the stuff was revolting. She couldn't imagine having to drink it - awful! But that wasn't her problem. Chad would have to deal with that. Not Chad... Sissy! Chad was ever so grateful as they finished the last aisle and headed for the checkout counters. Mel was certainly not hurrying, that was for sure. His cart was fully loaded and heavy. The heels he was wearing were making it harder to push. The amount of time they had spent in the store had dulled his fears, but only somewhat. The next hurdle would be getting through the checkout. But would she take him home after that? He certainly hoped so. Many of the things in his shopping cart were things that had to be put in the refrigerator right away. That fact alone gave him hope. He knew she was going to beat him again, he just no longer cared - that is, if she would just get him out of there and take him straight home. But the long time in the store that had dulled his fears had also allowed his horniness to grow again too. Why did he have to have these peculiar needs? Not only had they cost him his marriage, but now his dignity too. Worse, the more he thought about his current situation, and about each and every little humiliation that Mel had put him through, the more his need grew. There was no winning! He was thoroughly hooked and that was that. Doomed one way or the other. His name was Sissy now. A name that spelled out exactly what he was. And the more he dwelled on that, the harder his cock tried to get. As they waited in line for the checkout, Chad was again all too aware of how close the other people around him were. Way too close for comfort. But then what distance would be a good distance? There wasn't a good answer for that, not in public anyway. He knew the question was coming as soon as he started unloading the groceries onto the conveyor belt. But she asked it softly. "Do you need to pee?" He shook his head. "No, and I can't anyway." It was all he needed to say. In truth, he really didn't need to pee. He had had almost nothing to drink or eat all day. Thankfully! But now he realized how hungry he really was. The nervousness in his stomach had kept him from feeling it earlier. He expected Mel to be angry, but she only nodded her head and pulled out her credit card to pay for everything. Walking back to the car and putting everything in her trunk was almost anticlimactic. He knew they were going home because they had things that had to be put away. More and more though, he began to worry about what she would do to him when they got there. Mel had remained silent through most of the store. She was still silent, and thoughtful, all the way home. When she got there she got out of her car and opened the trunk. "Start getting it all upstairs," she said. Then she left him. Chad knew that once again he would be making trip after trip, exposing himself to everybody around who could possibly see him. But he didn't protest in the least for fear that whatever she had planned as a punishment for him might be even worse. He just wished that her apartment had been on the bottom floor instead of upstairs where the trips were much longer, not to mention harder in his high heels. With each trip up the stairs, he kept expecting Sandy or Cassie to come out and laugh at him. He was relieved when he grabbed the last of the bags and neither of them had shown up. But as he finally closed Mel's door behind him, his worry about what Mel would do to him increased. It was imminent now, and he knew it. Mel watched as Chad closed her front door and set the last of the groceries down on her table. To her, he looked worried. He should be, she thought. The problem was though, she still hadn't decided how to handle him. So she said nothing to him, and just began putting everything away. Chad just stood at the entrance to the kitchen and waited. She hadn't told him to do anything since he finished bringing up the groceries. "How can I help?" he finally asked, very politely. Mel said nothing at all to him. Instead she went directly to her refrigerator and brought out one of his bottles and handed it to him. She pointed to his usual spot on the floor and he sat. After that, she tried to pay as little attention to him as she could, knowing that the affect her silence alone might have on him. Chad sat down and drank his bottle while he watched her. The worry over how she was going to punish him was still foremost on his mind. But she hadn't said a single word to him since they had gotten home. He began to wish that she would say something, anything, even yell a bit. Just so he could know the eternal waiting was finally over. But she was still remaining silent. When he finished his bottle, he held it up to show her. "I'm done." She was busy pouring liquid from some of the drinks they had bought earlier into his baby bottles, something he was very glad to see since he hated the tea that she made. He saw her glance at him quickly as she finished filling another bottle. Then he watched as she screwed the nipple back on. She picked it up and walked over to him. Taking the empty bottle from his hand, she handed him the new one and walked away again without a word. Yeah, she was definitely pissed, he thought. He looked at the bottle she had handed him. Whatever was inside it looked terribly dark and almost brown. Ugh! He put it to his lips and tasted it. Awful! A bit sweet underneath, but not at all to his liking. "What is this?" he asked. Mel just looked at him sternly and walked away, leaving him alone on the kitchen floor with his bottle. While Chad was finishing the bottle of prune juice she had just handed him, Mel went out and sat in the living room to think. She was still puzzled over what she was going to do with him. She knew that the fault was probably hers. Completely on impulse, she had deviated from the plan she had made. She had pushed him too far, too fast. She hadn't planned on taking him out fully dressed for a while yet, but somehow she hadn't been able to resist the urge earlier when she had dressed him. But the good part was that now she thought that he would realize that there was nothing she could not make him do. No matter how difficult things would be for him, he would always have the knowledge that he would be forced to endure it. That alone she considered a major step. So maybe she didn't screw up so badly earlier after all. She would back off a bit though and try to get more back to her original plan. And speaking of that plan, she had really screwed up by not making him drink and eat more before they went out. She had to get him back on track with that and fast. She wasn't sure if he had wet his diapers even once while they were out, and that couldn't be allowed to happen again. He was finishing his second bottle now. That was a good start, but she had to fill his stomach too. Thinking about food and eating just then made her stomach growl. She hadn't eaten all day either. Time for lunch. While Chad finished his baby bottle of prune juice, Mel made salads for each of them. It wasn't much for him, but it would be plenty for her. Fortunately, she had a few other things she could have him eat to help fill him up later. When Chad finally finished his bottle, she took it from him and handed him a bowl filled with his salad to eat. Then she went to the refrigerator and got him another bottle to go with it, this time it was apple juice. She handed it to him. "I don't have a fork," he said from his position on the floor. Mel sighed and broke her silence. "Babies eat with their fingers." She was inwardly laughing a little as she sat in her chair at the table to eat. She enjoyed it even more watching him struggling on the floor with his meal, having to eat only with his fingers. Chad hadn't eaten much, but he was starting to get full. The two baby bottles he had just finished, and now this third one along with his salad had filled him up more than he thought they would. He was eating on the floor where she had made him drink his bottles like a child. Now he was eating with his fingers like a baby too. And like a baby, his fingers and face were a mess from the dressing on the salad. He felt the old familiar twinges in his cock again. Damn the woman could be fun sometimes. She was treating him just like a child and he was loving it. Unfortunately, he knew that later she probably would be punishing him in way's he'd rather not think about. He was really wishing it would come sooner, just to get it over with. When he finished his salad, Mel took the bowl away from him, but before she allowed him to get up, she handed him a banana to eat. "I've had enough," he said as politely as he could. "Eat it!" Mel said angrily. Then she left him alone again. Chad sighed and began eating the banana. Curiously though, when he was done, he was slightly thirsty. He found himself wishing that he had just a little left from his last bottle to wash it down with. He put that thought from his mind quickly. A little thirst was not a problem he was going to worry about. "I'm finished," he called again. Mel still didn't know what she was going to do with him. Every plan to punish him either sounded too extreme or not nearly enough. She sighed, there were other things he needed to be doing just then. "Okay," she replied from the living room. "Get in here." Chad got to his feet immediately and walked into the living room. His fear over what she was about to do to him was once again growing. "Get those clothes off!" she commanded. Knowing the time for his punishment had finally arrived, he began to get undressed. He suddenly wished however that he had not just eaten. But when he was down to just his diapers and plastic panties, she stopped him. "Okay, that's enough. Leave the diapers." Chad was suddenly thoroughly confused. Mel got up and went to her purse and dug out his pacifier and shoved it into his mouth again. "Come on," she said as she led the way into her bathroom. Chad followed her, unsure what was going on or what to do. He was about to ask when she pointed towards the large plastic garbage bag in the corner and said, "Get busy!" Chad nearly fainted. The bag held all of the dirty cloth diapers he had been wearing for the last few days. This was not a task that he wanted to do at all! Why couldn't she have let him just wear disposables all the time? Those all got thrown away instead of having to be cleaned. He gingerly opened the bag and was immediately assaulted by the sharp acrid smell. He was close to gagging from it. "Rinse those in the toilet first," Mel ordered. "Then run some water in the tub to scrub them by hand. I'll get you some detergent and bleach." Mel left him quickly after that. He couldn't blame her, the room was starting to smell terribly. Very gingerly, he reached into the bag and brought out the first mass of diapers. They were all stuck together. "Ewww," he almost said aloud. He really did want to barf. This had to rank up there with the most disgusting things he had ever done. But he had to do it, so he began dunking the diapers in the toilet to pre-rinse them clean. Mel walked back into her bathroom and set some detergent and bleach on the counter for Chad's next phase in cleaning his diapers. She was immediately assaulted by the horrible odor in the room as soon as she walked back in. She quickly retreated to the doorway again where she could breathe better to watch him. The longer she watched him, the more interesting she found it. Finally, she just had to say something... she just had to tease him about it a bit. "You know," she began, "I find what you're doing very ironic... and really funny in a way." Chad wanted to answer, but he said nothing and kept working. "I guess you're finding it interesting too, but more than that, I'd be willing to bet that you're finding this sexually thrilling." Chad just looked at her like she was crazy. How could what he was doing be in any way anything but awful? "I just find it funny," she continued, "that from now on, the only use you're ever going to have for a toilet again is for exactly what you're doing right now... and that's it. For the rest of your life, you're always going to be peeing and messing in your diapers and never again in a toilet. So the only way you'll ever use a toilet again is for just what you're doing right now." Chad's eyes bulged. He had never thought of that. It was awful! But worse, now that she had said it, the very idea of it had his cock suddenly giving him major twinges. He pictured himself in the future, just as he was, pacifier in his mouth, clad in only diapers and plastic panties, totally incontinent, and the only use he would ever have for the toilet was to rinse his diapers. Oh God what a picture. He actually blushed. Damn the woman, only she could make a task like this sexually thrilling. A few minutes later though, he wasn't so excited as he leaned over the tub, scrubbing by hand each and every one of those diapers. Ugh! Finally though, just to make sure they were all thoroughly clean, she had him put them in the washing machine. He felt almost defeated. Why had she bothered to make him do them all by hand first? The washer could have handled it easily. At least she let him put them in the dryer when they were done. He had visions of her handing him the blow dryer she used on her hair to dry them with. Cleaning all the diapers had taken him most of the afternoon. The job had taken longer than it should have because Mel occasionally brought him bottles to drink or snacks to eat and made him sit on the floor till they were done each time. He was absolutely loving how much like a child she was treating him. He was also starting to pee over and over again. It had really been a welcome change earlier when he hadn't had so much to drink and had actually gone for hours without peeing, not to mention having his diapers stay dry for so long. He was still very worried about how she was going to punish him, but he had worried a lot less about it while he had something to do. Now though, he was finished and all his cloth diapers were neatly folded and either stashed away in her bathroom or stacked by her front door for him to take back to his own apartment later. How was she going to punish him? She had really hardly said a word to him all afternoon - other than to tease him briefly or to give him directions. Otherwise, she had mostly ignored him while she tried to catch up on her office work that she had brought home. He really wasn't sure if her ignoring him so much was getting to him or not, but since he had nothing better to do at the moment, he went into the living room where she was working on the couch. "What do you want me to do next?" he asked. Mel looked up from her work and sighed. Sometimes she hated how much work she had to bring home. But she kept telling herself that that's why she got the big bucks. She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see how late it was. Chad was standing in front of her, probably bored. No problem. "You said you can cook. There's chicken in the kitchen. Make me some dinner. Oh, and make it something nice. Let's see what you can do." She purposely looked back down at her work again, seeming to ignore him completely, as if he was no longer there. Chad was a bit bewildered. Make dinner? He guessed he could do that. He was still standing there in front of her, waiting for her to pay a little more attention to him, but she had gone right back to work. Sighing a bit, he went into the kitchen. Dinner was really no problem, he had cooked dinner many times for his wife - make that ex-wife - and himself. He fixed the chicken and chopped vegetables and put them in pots on the stove. The only thing he really wished for were more spices, Mel's kitchen was very lacking in that department. When everything was prepared, he set the table for two. He poured her a glass of wine, then he started to pour himself a glass as well... and he stopped. She wouldn't really make him drink it from a baby bottle, would she? He sighed. Of course she would. But on the off chance she might not think of it, he finished pouring himself the glass of wine anyway. Wanting to impress her, he even found a candle and put that on the center of the table and lit it. Everything was perfect, everything was ready. Now all he needed was her. Mel's stomach growled. The reason it growled was because whatever Chad was doing in the kitchen smelled awfully good. But she was still doing her best to ignore him and finish her work. She was actually glad when Chad came in to get her. "Dinner is ready," he announced softly and politely. She looked up. "It's about time." She got up from her seat and went into the kitchen. The table was set beautifully with a candle in the middle. He had even poured them each a glass of wine. Everything looked and smelled heavenly. This was living! This was what she wanted every day when she came home from working hard! This was life as it should be! She sat down. The food was already on the plates and it looked as good as it smelled. She picked up her wine and she sipped it. Perfect. This was luxury. He was just sitting down, his bare chest and diapers looking very out of place at her beautifully set table. That bothered her - a lot. She glanced at his glass of wine. His glass? No, no, no!!! "Oh no you're not!" she said quickly. "Get up!" Chad was surprised and confused. She had seemed to like everything. What was wrong now? She walked over to his side of the table and picked up his plate and carried it back into the kitchen and set it on the floor. "Babies eat here!" she said, pointing to his usual spot. Then she opened the refrigerator and pulled out another baby bottle for him. Chad sighed. All the work he had just done, and he was back on the floor to eat again. As he looked at his plate, he realized something else too, once again he would have to eat with his fingers. But at least what he was eating was better than anything he had had in a while. He glanced up at her, it looked like she was totally absorbed in the dinner he had made for her. He had no doubt that she was enjoying it - which made him feel good. And even though he was eating with his fingers from the floor and drinking from a baby bottle, he was glad that for once he was having a proper meal. Something he had always believed was necessary - at least every once in a while. After dinner, Mel took her laptop back to her couch to continue working. The meal that Chad had fixed had been great, better than anything she'd had in a while. As she sat back down, she could easily picture Chad serving her like that every night - such a pleasant, wonderful dream. But the sound of Chad working in the kitchen brought her back to reality. If she wanted that dream, then first she had to win the bet, and that meant keeping Chad in his place. He had overstepped those bounds when he had tried to sit down to dinner with her. That was not in keeping with her idea of what she wanted from him. And those thoughts led her right back to the problem she had been wrestling with all day. How was she going to punish him? She had no doubt he was on pins and needles over it. Well, let him worry! Chad busied himself cleaning up the kitchen. Mel was ignoring him again. He was sure she had enjoyed the meal he had prepared, yet she hadn't said a single word about it. She just walked off. She hadn't even told him to clean up. Yet here he was, washing the dishes and making her kitchen look spotless again. In truth, he was still worrying more than ever about how she was going to punish him. Cleaning up after dinner just seemed natural. Plus, he didn't want to give her least excuse to make his punishment worse. He had just started scrubbing the pots he had used though, when he again felt the first signs that the last suppository she had put in him was about to do its job again. Compared to the last few days, it had now been a long time since he had last messed himself. Another welcome change. But he could tell that that was about to change - and soon. It seemed to happen more and more now after he had eaten something. All that glycerin in him had him so well lubed that it was impossible to hold anything back and his system was staying mostly empty because of it. He did try to hold it back, some. But the runny mass was under too much pressure and was leaking out of him no matter what he did. Finally it became too much for him and with a loud grunt, he let it all go. Yuck! Major yuck! Mel heard Chad grunt loudly in the kitchen. She actually turned her head around to see what his problem was. A minute later, she turned back to her work. A broad smile was on her face. A short while later, Mel looked at the papers strewn around her, then she looked over her notes, and finally realized she was done. Solving a major case problem always made her happy and this time it was no different. She got up to see how Chad was doing in the kitchen. Good timing, she thought as she watched him wiping the last of the counters down. She nearly laughed at his wide-legged waddle. She was feeling good. Dinner and finishing her work had made her feel that way. She decided to take a bit of pity on the poor guy. "Come on," she told him. "I'll change your diapers." Chad was very happy to hear that. He quickly followed her into her bathroom where she had him lay down on the floor. She removed his old diapers, cleaned him up, stuck another suppository up inside of him, and then diapered him again. Heavenly. Heavenly. Heavenly. The large trash bag in the corner that she had been using to hold his soiled diapers wasn't empty anymore. Chad wasn't exactly happy knowing that eventually he would have to deal with that again, but he probably wouldn't have to worry about that for a few days yet. She seemed to have a lot of those cloth diapers. But did her new pleasant mood mean she wasn't going to punish him for not wanting to get out of the car earlier? He simply didn't know. Mel went out and watched TV, leaving him alone in the bathroom with no orders to do anything. But her mind really wasn't on the show. She was still trying to figure out what to do to punish him. She had to do something! But what? The same question was eating away at Chad more and more. Was he going to get away with it? Or should he continue to worry. The more he thought about it, the more worried he was getting. Finally, he decided he had to ask her about it. Plucking up his courage, he walked into her living room where she was sitting in a chair staring at the TV screen. "Mel, please, I have to know..." She suddenly looked up at him angrily. "What did you call me?" He was so startled by her sudden anger that it took him a moment to regain his wits and realize what he had done. "Damn it!" he swore softly as he realized that he had forgotten to call her Mistress. But before he could correct himself, she nearly jumped up off her couch. "Stop that!" she yelled. Chad cringed and backed away a step from her sudden rage. "I'm tired of hearing you swearing and using language you shouldn't! I ought to..." In the middle of her sudden tirade, Mel stopped. What did she mean she "ought to?" She could do it! Furthermore... she should do it! Acting quickly, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the bathroom. Chad knew only bewildered fear as he was suddenly being roughly dragged behind her. Her reaction had been so sudden that it had caught him totally off guard. "Kneel down... baby!" she ordered pointing to the middle of the floor. Chad dropped down to his knees, not just by choice, but because she was shoving him down too. "You want to act like a child, then I'm going to treat you like one!" Mel grabbed the bar of soap that was next to her sink and began wetting it under the water. From his knees behind her, Chad had no idea what she was doing. She turned around and quickly grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open. All too late, Chad realized what she was about to do and before he knew it, she had shoved the wet bar of soap through his teeth, and firmly into his mouth. Through his shocked state, he quickly realized that the sweet smelling soap that she kept on her counter tasted awfully strong in his mouth. The light flowery fragrance quickly became pungent and horribly strong under his current circumstances. All too fast, the soap in his mouth began tasting worse and worse, stronger and stronger. He began struggling against her, trying to pull her hands away from his face so he could get the bar out. The more he struggled, the more his tongue lathered up the soap inside his mouth, making things much worse. The lather began sliding towards the back of his throat, causing him to gag. He struggled harder against her until she finally pulled the bar out again. Relieved, he quickly leaned over the edge of the tub to wretch and to try to let some of the soap suds drain out of his mouth. It had been horrible! Mel left him there, but she was back again moments later while he was still bent over her tub. She roughly grabbed his arms and tied his wrists behind his back. Then she tied his ankles together, and finally tied his wrists to his ankles. She wasn't done with him yet, not by a long shot! She grabbed the soap again and again wet it under the sink. The look of fear in Chad's eyes was obvious... and she was glad to see it. "I'm tired of you using language you shouldn't. It's not nice for grown-ups and it's especially not appropriate for babies like you! So one way or another, you're going to learn!" Once again she grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open and shoved the soap inside. Chad squirmed again, but without the use of his arms he was a lot easier to handle. Chad was going crazy. The awful soap was back in his mouth again. The horrible taste was all he could think about. He tried to struggle, but tied as he was there wasn't much he could do. And she was still holding it there... not letting go! There were real tears running down from his eyes when he finally felt her pull it out again. "That was for using words that I never want to hear you use again!" Chad wanted to spit out every bit of the foul liquid that was filling his mouth, but she was sitting on the edge of the tub right in front of him and she hadn't yet let go of his jaw. He had no choice but to keep the soapy liquid in his mouth. Through his misery, he realized she was still speaking to him. "Next," she said, "I told you I never want to hear you call me Mel again. But you couldn't seem to remember that, could you? Mistress is the only thing I ever want to hear you call me. In fact, now that I think about it, I don't hear it enough. I almost never hear it. So from now on, I want to hear you call me Mistress - every time you speak to me. Got that?" But before Chad could answer, she shoved the bar of soap back into his mouth again. And again he went wild. The amount of soapy liquid had reached the point where he was forced to start swallowing it, making him feel even worse. Finally, she pulled the bar of soap out and put it back on the counter. Then she got up and left him there. Chad didn't know what to do. He needed desperately to rinse the soap out of his mouth, but he was tied up and helpless. All he could do was to kneel there on the floor where she had left him. In his helpless, miserable state, he wet his diapers again, heavily, and he hardly knew beforehand that he was going to do it. He felt like such a child. Mel left him and went to her kitchen where she filled one of his bottles with water. Then she went back to him in the bathroom. He looked miserable. Good! She held the bottle to his lips. "Drink!" she ordered. Chad really wanted to rinse his mouth out, he just wasn't really happy about having to swallow everything in it first. But he had no choice, especially not then. He drank more and more greedily as the water in the bottle washed away more and more of the foul taste in his mouth. She was feeding him a bottle like a baby. And eventually he began loving that fact. But when the bottle was only halfway done, she took it away from him and set it down again. "I hope you realize now that when I tell you to do something, you have to do it. You have no say or opinion at all in the matter. In any matter! You really made me angry at you today, and I can't let that go unpunished. So for that, here's your punishment." And with those words, Mel grabbed his chin and shoved the soap back into his mouth again. Chad couldn't believe it. She had just rinsed his mouth out with the baby bottle and now she was starting all over again. This time though, he felt Mel moving the soap all around inside his mouth, as if she were trying to get it into every nook and cranny. Worse, his mouth was freshly coated with water so the soap was lathering up more and more. The soap suds were starting to run down the back of his throat. He could also feel them running down his chin. He struggled, but he was now so tired that there was little he could do about it. By the time she finally pulled the soap back out again, his mouth felt like it was completely full of the absolutely horrible soapsuds. And he had no way to get rid of them other than to swallow them. Once again Mel held the bottle to his lips and he drank greedily, trying to rinse the awful soap taste from his mouth. But all too soon the bottle was empty, and it seemed like the water had removed very little of the horrible taste. Mel left him again. He prayed that she was filling up the bottle again. But when she came back, instead of another bottle, she roughly shoved his pacifier into his mouth. Then he was shocked to find that she was tying it into his mouth by the long ribbon she had found for it. He was miserable. Totally miserable. Mel looked over her handiwork and felt satisfied. That should give him something to think about. But she wasn't ready to release him just yet. In fact, she decided that it would do him good to just stay where he was for a while to think about things. Almost kindly, she helped him lay down on his side. "Just stay there and think about what I told you," she commanded. Then she left him there and turned out the bathroom light and closed the door on him. Chad laid on the hard floor in the darkness. He wanted desperately to get the pacifier out of his mouth and get something to rinse the awful taste away, but he was stuck. He could barely move. Resigned, he laid his head down on the hard floor and tried to close his eyes to get what rest he could. He was spending entirely too much time lately tied up. He didn't like it at all. Mel watched TV for a while, trying to keep Chad only in the back of her mind. But eventually, she realized she had a little problem. She had left Chad tied up in her bathroom, but now she needed to pee. And she wasn't ready to release him yet. She should have put him somewhere else. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. He looked pitiful. A beautiful sight after the way he had pissed her off earlier. No, she didn't want to release him yet, but since she did still have to pee, she'd have to figure out what to do with him. A blindfold quickly came to mind. But before she could leave to find a scarf to tie around his eyes, she spotted the large plastic bag that held his dirty diapers. She opened it and pulled out the messy diaper she had taken off of him earlier. Laughing a bit to herself, she draped it right over his head, making sure the really messy part was right in his face. He tried to jerk it away, but he couldn't really make it move far at all. "Keep that there!" she ordered. Then, keeping a very close watch on him to make sure he couldn't see her, she lowered her shorts and panties and sat on the toilet and peed. But doing it, made her think of one more thing. "Can you hear that?" she said. "Can you hear what I'm doing? Don't bother to answer because I know you can. I'm doing the one thing you're never going to be able to do again. I'm peeing like a grown-up into the toilet. But you're a baby now. The only place you're ever going to pee again is in your diapers. Isn't that right? There's something else for you to think about... baby!" Chad had heard her peeing of course, but his main concern was the horrible mess that was now covering his face. He could breath, but every breath only brought him the foul smell of his dirty diaper. It was horrible! He heard Mel teasing him. The words sunk in, but there was nothing he could say or do just then. Finally he heard her leaving him, closing the door behind her again. She hadn't removed the foul, messy diaper from his head. She was forcing him to endure yet another punishment. He peed into his diaper again... like a baby. Chapter 10 (Monday - week 2) The blaring music was all too loud as Chad's pink clock radio woke him up. Distressed by the sudden noise, he quickly got up and turned the darn thing off. He sat back down on his blowup mattress and rubbed his face. What a night it had been. He had spent several hours tied up in her bathroom with that dirty diaper over his head. Awful! And despite brushing his teeth over and over again last night, he could still taste the soap in his mouth. He got up and went into his bathroom. Halfway there, he felt the need to pee again. As he usually did, he released it immediately into his diapers, barely thinking about it as he did so. It was becoming more of a reflex action. He realized that and reminded himself to start holding back a little more. She had him peeing so much now and he was becoming way too used to it - already. It was time to start fighting back a little more. He brushed his teeth again, hoping it would finally clear the last of the soap taste from his mouth. It helped... some. He left the bathroom, never once even glancing at his toilet or even thinking about it. He dared not. The way she had wrapped it up left him no way to use it at all. Looking at it was a terrible reminder of that fact. He walked into his empty kitchen and pulled a baby bottle out of the refrigerator, the first of two that she had commanded him to drink before he had to go see her in a little while. The bottle had tape wrapped around the top so he couldn't open it and pour it out, forcing him to drink it through the nipple - like a baby. Still tired, he sat back down on his mattress and drank the fruit juice that was inside - apple this time, a pleasant surprise. Mel's alarm clock went off and she slapped at the snooze button to silence it. The noise was irritating. She felt irritated. But her period had started in the middle of the night and during those times she always felt that way. It was times like these that made her wish she had a job where she could just call in sick once in a while. But she didn't. Sighing, she fixed the alarm so it wouldn't go off again and got out of bed. As she headed toward her coffee pot she thought about Chad. Had she done enough to him last night? Had she done too much? She didn't know and probably never would. She started the coffee brewing and headed for her bathroom. As she sat to pee, she could still smell the lingering fragrance of all the air freshener she had sprayed in there yesterday. She wondered again about what she had done to Chad. Was she doing enough to keep him on track to win her bet? There was more she was trying to do with him than just make him incontinent. She had wonderful visions of him being her personal servant. He had turned out to be a good cook. That had been a really nice surprise. But he certainly didn't know his place as a servant yet. Not yet. Not by a long shot. But of course, teaching him that was all part of her plan - her ever spiraling plan for him that would eventually lead him down to her final vision for him. She hoped! She had completed the first rotation of that spiral now. Was it working in any way? She had no way of knowing. It was always hard to see any results at the beginning of a project. As she got into her shower, she felt glad that she wasn't going to his apartment this morning, not till later anyway. She had been able to sleep an extra half hour. It was time for Chad to start doing things a little bit more on his own - without her supervision. Tiny things at first, but she had to start somewhere. Chad shaved his face, then drank his second bottle of the morning. He wanted a shower, but he was locked inside his onesie. Mel had told him he could use her shower when he was ready. When his bottle was done, he started collecting the things he needed to take to her apartment: his clothes for work, several disposable diapers, a fresh pair of plastic panties, one of his all-in-one girdles, pantyhose, the two empty baby bottles he had finished that morning, and a few of the makeup items she had specified the night before. He put them all into a plastic bag to carry. The last thing he grabbed before he went out his door was the pink diaper bag she had spent so long packing for him last night. Just touching the thing sent shivers through his body. He draped it over his shoulder - like a purse he thought. His cock gave another jolt of excitement inside his diapers. Damn he needed some relief! Cautiously, he opened his door and looked out. It was still so early that nobody was around. Relieved, he went out and walked quickly to Mel's apartment where he knocked softly on her door. He was relieved when she opened it promptly and he ducked inside. He set his things down on the floor and turned to her. She was just standing there looking at him as if she were waiting for something. He wasn't sure what to do so he stood there waiting himself. The awkward silence grew. "What?" he finally said. "I'm waiting for something," she said. Chad searched his brain. He couldn't remember anything she had told him he needed to do right away when he got there. He finally shook his head. "What?" "Isn't there something polite you should greet me with whenever you see me?" He nearly groaned aloud. So she was playing that game this morning. At least he knew what she wanted. "Good morning Mistress," he said to her. She nodded. "That's better! Good morning Sissy." He felt an odd feeling flow through him every time she called him Sissy. He both hated it and loved it - and it always made his cock twitch. She came around behind him and unlocked his onesie for him. "There's a clean towel in the bathroom for you. I'll see you when you get out of the shower." While Chad was busy in the bathroom, Mel found the two empty baby bottles he had brought with him and took them into her kitchen. She grabbed two fresh bottles filled with more of her green tea mixture from her refrigerator and put them both into his diaper bag for later. Since Cassie would be seeing him at lunchtime, she was sure that Cassie would make sure that he finished at least one of the bottles. Chad gratefully soaked himself clean in her shower. The only shampoo he could find though smelled even more girly than the new shampoo she had bought for him, but he used it because it was all she had. Mel came back to the bathroom again as he finished drying himself off. She again applied some baby lotion and powder, purposely taking the time to fondle him in a way that she had never done before. He grew hard instantly and was about to start thrusting up into her hand when she pulled away from him, a mischievous smile on her lips. He nearly screamed with frustration. He nearly screamed with frustration again when she shoved another suppository up inside of him before taping two fresh diapers on him and pulling up his plastic panties. He was a bit surprised that she only put two diapers on him. Her normal routine the week before was to use three. But then he knew he had to go to see Cassie at lunch today to get changed so his diapers wouldn't have to be thick enough to last all day. The all-in-one girdle followed next as well as his usual pantyhose. Then she stopped. "Okay, Sissy, makeup time." Chad got suddenly much more nervous. "Please Mistress, not for work." Mel shook her head. "Don't worry about it. Putting on makeup is a part of every woman's normal routine every time they go out. I want you to start learning to do the same." Chad felt very relieved. Once again he did his best with the makeup. Mostly it looked terrible. She had him wash it all off and just do his mascara, then she made him practice over and over again with the eye shadow before she declared that it was acceptable. "Okay, Sissy. Wash it all off," she told him. Chad was glad to finally do that. When his face was clean again, she told me to finish getting dressed. But Chad had one more problem. "Um... Mistress?" Mel turned back to him. "Yes?" Chad held up his hands to show her the nail polish still on his fingers. "I don't have anything to take the polish off." Mel stared at his hands. "Oh..." She appeared to be thinking for a minute. "I'm afraid that I don't have any either." Chad was suddenly panicking again. "I get my nails done professionally every week. I really don't have much need for nail polish remover." "But what am I going to do? I can't go to work like this!" "I really don't see why not," Mel replied calmly. Chad was clearly having a mental fit. Mel wanted to laugh, but she kept a straight face. "Tell you what. If you really have to, you can stop at a drug store on the way to work and get some." "You mean... go into a store... like this?" "Why not? Look how you went shopping yesterday." "But I can't." "Look Sissy, as I see it, you have only two choices. I don't have any remover here, so you're either going to have to stop and get some, or you're just going to have to wear it to work. And to be honest with you, I think you should really consider wearing it. It is a very pretty color for you." Between his shock, his anger, and his frustration, Chad wanted to scream. But what could he do? He'd just have to go into a store somewhere on the way to work and get some, then take the polish off in his car. "Oh, and Chad," Mel continued. "Don't you dare touch the polish on your toes." Chad just shook his head angrily. Darn the woman! When Chad was finally dressed in his pants and shirt... although again no socks to cover the pantyhose showing at his ankles, she brought him back into the bathroom again. "Let me see you do your mascara one more time," she commanded. Chad couldn't believe it. It was getting late! He was starting to really worry about what time it was since he now had to stop to get nail polish remover - not to mention getting the polish off of his hands. He didn't really want to be late for work. He quickly grabbed his mascara that was still on the counter and started on his lashes. "Just a light coat," she told him as he started. Chad went over his lashes twice with the mascara. "Good enough," she declared sooner than he expected. He put the mascara down and started to wash it off. "Leave it!" she told him. His eyes bulged. "But..." "I said leave it!" It was not exactly what he wanted to hear. Suddenly, he found himself being pushed toward the door and she was handing him his diaper bag. "Now don't forget about Cassie at lunch today." "I won't," he replied. And then he was outside with the door closed in his face. He felt silly carrying the diaper bag like it was a purse. Did it have to be so pink? He worried about how visible the mascara was on his eyes. He'd have to wipe that off later. He worried more about the bright red nail polish on his hands. That would be awfully hard to hide. Hurrying so fewer people could see him, he went down to his car. Mel smiled to herself as she walked back into her bathroom. She opened the cabinet under her sink and poked around at some of the bottles in the back. "There it is," she thought as she found the bottle of nail polish remover. It was completely full. She had bought it a long time ago and never opened it. Playing with Chad about it had been just too much to resist. She had no doubt that he would stop and get some on the way to work, which was kind of a shame because the color really was a good one for him. She smiled as she stood back up. All in good time. All in good time. Chad drove like a madman to the drug store. But before he got out of his car, he found the socks he had stashed in the console and put them on. He was secretly proud that Mel would never have a clue about them. Then he ran into the store. He had been in there many times before. He had even bought nail polish remover there before, but never in an emergency. Fortunately it was still early enough that there weren't many customers. He went straight to the polish removers and picked up a large bottle. Then he started toward the checkout, but changed his course as soon as he realized he needed something to use with it. Spying a box of tissues, he quickly picked them up too. The girl at the checkout made some odd faces when she saw his nails and he felt very uncomfortable about showing them off in front of her, but he had no choice in the matter since he needed the things he was buying. Fortunately, she only smiled at him and told him to have a nice day. Yeah right! He spent way too long trying to get all the polish off his hands out in his car. The clear polish that the nail tech had used on top was making the job all that much more difficult, as were the many layers of the red color. He was becoming more and more frustrated about it, mostly because of the time it was taking to remove it all. Finally, he decided that they were good enough and he raced for work, getting there just barely in time. He was more than relieved. As he walked from his car to his desk, he was very much aware of how much more comfortable his girdle was with only the two diapers on under it. In fact, while the entire thing was