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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 24 (Monday - week 4) Her dreams were fuzzy... mixed up... colliding. She was successful - she wasn't successful. She had everything - she had nothing. She was loved - she was scorned. None of her dreams made sense. None of her dreams were fulfilling. And when her alarm clock woke her up, that's exactly how she felt - unfulfilled. Not to mention feeling cotton headed and having a bad taste in her mouth once again from the wine the night before. Ugh! She rolled out of bed and turned her alarm clock off. She found the courage to grab her robe and went directly into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Better... somewhat. She went into her kitchen to start the coffee and stared at the machine for a few moments before she actually did anything with it. Why did she feel so lousy? Must have been the wine last night. No, it wasn't that she really felt lousy, well, she did, but it was more than that, she felt a bit depressed. Why? She stood there and watched the coffee dripping down into the pot. When it finished, she took a mug and filled it. She took a sip. Mmmm. Liquid. Hot and wet. She took another sip and headed into her living room to curl up into a chair and enjoy her drink. Why should she be depressed? There was no reason. None at all. And if there was no reason, why was she dwelling on it? Dumb! She thought about Sissy. He had been so good last night - again. She thought again about the way he had told her last night that her body was beautiful - while blindfolded. Just thinking about it sent warm fuzzy waves through her. She smiled. He could be so nice. He had brought her to orgasm after orgasm again last night. But was it her imagination, or did he seem to be colder about it this time... just going through the motions? She wasn't sure. But he had told her she was beautiful. And he had never even seen her body naked. Never. She smiled again as she took another sip of her coffee. If only he were someone else. If only he were a real man instead of... whatever it was that he was. She supposed that the word "sissy" really summed it all up for him. He was a damn sissy! And as such, he craved... no, he really deserved... everything she was doing to him. Damn him! Why couldn't he have been... normal! Chad stared up at his blank white ceiling. His alarm clock hadn't gone off yet. The morning dawn was just now starting to send tiny tendrils of light around the shades at his windows. It was Monday. Another day. A work day. It would be another day of humiliation for sure. Just like all the rest of his days. Ugh! His pink alarm clock suddenly began blaring loud rock music into his room and he forced himself up off of his blow-up mattress to turn it off... pressing the button with just the tip of his incredibly long fingernail. Blessed silence. It felt like a relief. His whole body felt weighted down. The bra and breast forms that were stuck to his chest felt heavy. His overly bloated diapers felt heavy, and wet, and messy... and warm, and sensuous, and wonderful. Oh how he wished he didn't have that miserable chastity device locked onto him! Oh how wonderful it would feel to finally be able to get hard again. And if he could get hard... oh what he would do! He thought about that for a moment. What would he do? He needed relief, that was for sure! But he didn't want to just shoot his load and be done with it all at once. A need as great as his deserved to be acknowledged... savored... used... rewarded. What would he do if he had the freedom to get hard and get the relief he so craved? Damn. His brain couldn't even begin to wrap itself around that question. He smiled. But it sure would be fun to think about all day. He slowly waddled his way into the kitchen to see if she had left him a note. He was glad to see that she had. Sissy, First bottle. Get cleaned up. Second bottle. Get dressed. No waist cincher or bra, but wear one of your new girdles. You know the rest. Third bottle. That was it. Nothing really out of the ordinary. He was glad he didn't have to wear one of the waist cinchers, but those new girdles - ugh! They were a size smaller than his old ones and he had no doubt that just getting one of the darn things on was going to be difficult. He went to his refrigerator and pulled out one of the many baby bottles of her tea mixture and went into his living room to sit in his only chair to drink it... and to think about what he might do if he could get hard again. He felt the first tiny stings of pain from the teeth in his chastity device, yet he couldn't stop examining his interesting question of the day. When his bottle was finally empty, he was ever so glad to realize that the stings from the chastity device had never gotten any worse... they hadn't gotten any better either, but at least they hadn't gotten any worse. His only real problem was that he had never come up with any decent ideas for what he wanted to do if he could get hard. None at all. Troubling! Mel dressed in one of her more conservative suits. One that she thought made her look more professional than some of her others. She would be spending a lot of time in court today and this judge seemed to be overly interested in professionalism. Well, she could certainly show him that. What she wasn't sure was how this case would come out. But she would do her best. As she looked at herself in the mirror, she once again remembered Sissy telling her that he knew she was beautiful. What would he think about her when he saw her wearing this suit? Would he care? He was a sissy after all, maybe he didn't care. But deep down, she had a feeling that he did care... she hoped anyway. Chad struggled to pull his girdle up his body. The task was made all that much more difficult because of the extreme nails on his fingers, he couldn't grab anything the way he really needed to. But he persevered because he had to. He finally got the thing up and over the breast forms that were stuck to his chest, then he pulled the straps over his shoulders and breathed a small, quick sigh of relief... sort of... the damn girdle was way too tight! Ugh! And he'd have to wear it all day! Double ugh! He felt how tightly it compressed his whole body - especially around the thickness of his diapers. And the straps... he had adjusted them to their longest setting, but they were still too small and the entire thing seemed to pull on him too much. It was going to be a long day - a very long day - as usual. He turned to his closet. Finally, he could wear some pants again - even if they were women's pants. He had worn nothing but skirts for the last three days in a row! Three horrible... humiliating... days! What a luxury it felt to pull the pants on. Except that with the new girdle, he noticed that the waist of the pants was a bit looser now than usual and the pants kept falling down to ride further down on his hips. He selected one of his blouses to wear with the slacks. It fit tighter over his new breasts than he was used to, but it did fit. He grabbed the low-heeled shoes he usually wore and slipped them on. Comfortable. But then he noticed that the bottom cuffs of his pants were too long because they had slipped down so far. He pulled them up, and they slipped down again. The smooth fabric of the girdle wasn't going to let them stay all the way up. His girdle was too small... and because of it, his pants were now too big. Not quite knowing what to do about it, he took his shoes off and selected another pair with a slightly higher heel. At least his pants wouldn't be dragging on the ground now. He stood in front of his full length mirror for a few moments to see the overall affect of how he looked. His hair he thought was okay. His makeup he figured was okay too... maybe not his best job, but good enough. The new breasts definitely made a difference in his shape as did the tighter girdle. He thought about the waist cincher he had worn yesterday - that had really made a difference. Too much of a difference. He was just glad he didn't have to wear the damn device today to work. The girdle was bad enough! Overall, he supposed he looked... okay. From a distance - a long distance - someone might even think he was a woman. But the closer he looked, the more he saw a man underneath. All right, maybe not a real man... a sissy. But that's what he was... wasn't he? He walked back to his kitchen and grabbed his third baby bottle of the morning. The tape wrapped tightly around the top made sure that he couldn't remove the nipple and pour it out or even drink it any way except through the nipple. He sat once again in his only chair and thought about what he would do if he could get hard. A dream! He knew it. He wanted it so badly... but what would he do? That was the question. He wasn't coming up with any ideas at all. He only knew that he wanted... badly... to get hard! He did know that he'd like to shove his long hard cock into something... something exciting... but what? And then what would he do? He wanted to prolong the experience, he was definitely sure of that, but if he got to shove himself into something, he had no doubt that he'd cum immediately, which was what he didn't want. And shove his cock into what? His first thought was Mel. Yeah, that would definitely be nice! But he wasn't fooling himself, she'd never allow that and he knew it. He remembered making love to his wife - make that ex-wife. It really had never been all that fulfilling for him. He had gotten through their love making by fantasizing about sissy things - every single time. Their two and a half years of marriage were over now... well, it would be officially over later this week. The thought of that made him feel bad. He was a failure! Without a doubt, a failure. All because he was a damn sissy. And what could he do about it? Nothing! For that matter, what did he really want to do about it? Nothing! Nothing, except perhaps embrace his sissyness even more now that he was single again. But wasn't that what he was doing right now with Mel? Definitely. It just wasn't working out exactly the way he wanted it to. Things were far more difficult and humiliating than he ever believed they could be. Mel had taken everything way too far. It was this damn bet! She didn't want to lose. He thought about it for a moment while he finished his bottle. She didn't want to lose, but then, neither did he. He would win this bet in the end... no matter what he had to do! "Self-respect. Friends. And a life!" He glanced at the tiny dial on his watch. It was almost time. He quickly found a plastic bag and put all his empty bottles into it to take to Mel. He checked his hair and makeup one more time, then grabbed his purse and slung his diaper bag over his shoulder. He was ready. It was time to get humiliated again. The knock on her door came right on time. Mel opened it and smiled. "Good morning, Mistress," Chad said as he dropped a small curtsey. "Good morning, Sissy," she replied as she stood back out of the way, allowing him to enter. It had quickly become a morning routine... one that she absolutely delighted in. It was good to see what he had already become. And it was especially pleasing to see him curtsey so often. What immense fun! She took the bag of bottles from him and examined it quickly while he put his purse and diaper bag on the floor by her table. Perfect as usual. He was standing still now, waiting for her to inspect him. She began looking him over carefully. She was mildly disappointed to see that he had worn slacks instead of a skirt, but after not being able to wear slacks for the last few days she had no doubt that he'd choose slacks today. She walked all around him. Yes, he looked good... except for one tiny thing. "Sissy! Where's your pacifier?" He couldn't believe it! He had forgotten it again! "I'm sorry, Mistress, I forgot it again. I don't believe it!" "Go get it!" she ordered. "And quickly!" He grabbed his keys out of his purse and made a rush back to his own apartment to get the darn thing. He stuck it into his mouth, not even thinking about not sucking on it and rushed back to her apartment. She was standing there with the door still open, waiting for him to come back. "Sorry, Mistress," he mumbled past the pacifier in his mouth as he reentered her apartment. "Don't forget it again!" she warned as she turned her back to him and headed to her kitchen. "Come along now, it's breakfast time." Ugh! The last thing he wanted just then was more of the baby cereal that she fixed him every morning. Yuck! But as with everything else, what he wanted made no difference. Very quickly, he was trapped in the big highchair and was attempting to feed himself the tasteless mush that she called cereal with the tiny baby spoon. And as usual, all too much of it dripped straight off of the spoon, onto his chin, then down onto his bib. He cared, but he didn?t care. He was becoming too used to it now. It was just part of his typical humiliating morning routine. As Chad drove to work, his thoughts once again turned to his upcoming divorce. It would be final on Friday. Everything would be over completely. Irreversibly over. Yet wasn?t it really that way right now? And would he go back even if he could? He knew the answer to that one easily? no. A great big no! And how could he even think about going back ? locked in this battle of the bet. What would his wife ? make that ex-wife ? think if she could see him now? He wasn?t wearing a single thread of male clothing at all ? to work no less! And then there were the diapers he was wearing under everything else. No, going back to his ex-wife wasn?t an option he would even consider? especially not now. He was probably better off anyway. He was a sissy. He had to accept that. And Mel was hammering that fact into him more and more every single day. He hated it? but he loved it too. It was because he was a sissy that his marriage hadn?t lasted ? so there would be no going back. He was a failure as a man, and that was a very depressing thought. Very depressing! Actually, he was a failure because he wasn?t a man? not really. He was a sissy instead. A damn sissy! And a failure! Failure! Failure! Felling very depressed about himself, he turned into his company?s parking lot and found his usual parking space. He turned his engine off and just sat there for a few moments. Failure! All because he wasn?t a real man. All because he was a sissy. He hated it? and yet, he didn?t really want to do anything about it either. All the things he loved most in life? were the sissy things. Even all the humiliations. Deep down, he loved them. Only the sissy things made him really feel alive. Why? Why? Why? There was no answer. No solution. And because of that, he was a failure. He was startled by a knock on his car window. He looked up to see Robin standing there. He finally opened his car door as she stood out of the way. ?Good morning, Chad,? she said as soon as he opened his door. ?Morning, Robin,? he replied as he stuffed his keys into his purse before picking it up. ?Are you alright?? she asked. ?I saw you just sitting there.? He looked up at her briefly before he got out of the car. ?Yeah,? he replied. ?Just feeling a bit sorry for myself today. That?s all.? ?Why?? she asked as he climbed out of his car. ?Because of something you?re wearing today?? He thought about that for a moment as he closed and locked his door. ?No. Not really. I think it?s just that my divorce will be final later this week. It?s just a bit depressing.? ?Ohhhh. You poor thing,? she said. ?Yeah, I guess that would get me down too.? Before Chad could take a step toward the building, she linked her arm through his as if to give him whatever support she possibly could and together they walked, arm in arm, toward the building. ?You look nice today,? she said as they walked. ?Thanks,? he replied. ?I guess.? ?What do you mean? you guess?? ?I guess? I?m not used to people telling me I look nice. Especially not while dressed like this.? ?Oh. Then I guess I understand. But you do look nice. I see you?ve got bigger breasts today. Much bigger.? He looked down as he walked. What could he say about that? It wasn?t by his choice. ?Yeah,? he replied, ?they?re breast forms this time.? He didn?t want to say anything else about them, but a funny thought struck him a moment later and he couldn?t resist mentioning it. ?I?m getting very attached to them.? He actually chuckled a bit. Robin took his comment totally different since she didn?t know his forms were glued on. ?Well, I guess that?s good then. They do look good on you. Much better than whatever you were doing before. So are you starting to come out of your funk now?? He smiled. ?Yeah, I guess so. Somewhat anyway.? ?Good,? she replied as she finally dropped his arm. ?Because we?ve got to finish this proposal today. Not that I know how you?re going to be able to do anything with those whopper nails you?re wearing! Why the heck did you get them so long? How are you going to type?? Chad held up his nails to look at them. They still looked like huge claws to him. ?Robin, I don?t know what I?m going to do with them today. I?ll just have to do the best I can.? He stopped at the entrance to his cubicle, still staring at the super long nails on his hands and shook his head. ?You wouldn?t believe what a nuisance they are!? ?Yes I would believe it! Why the heck did you get them then? You had to know they?d be difficult to work with.? He nodded and dropped his hands. ?They weren?t my idea. Not my choice.? He turned into his cubicle, leaving her behind him. ?Mel? Your makeup lady?? she asked. He use one of his long nails to punch the button that started up his computer and half turned around. ?Mm hmm,? he acknowledged. Then he sat down with his back to her, wanting nothing more just then but to end a conversation he didn?t want to get any further into. He was glad to hear Robin leaving for her own cubicle. Boring! Boring! Boring! Mel sat primly and tried to look like she was paying strict attention, but there wasn?t much to pay attention to. The judge was spending a lot of time reading everything over and was wasting everybody?s time. Typical of this judge. While she sat and waited, her mind wandered back to last night and how Chad had told her that she was beautiful. Then she wondered once again if his love making had been colder last night. He had honestly said she was beautiful? but was he colder about making love? Was that possible? She really had to wonder. Logically, the bottom line for her was that she had gotten all the orgasms she wanted. But was that really the bottom line? He had said she was beautiful? well, he had said that he knew her body was beautiful? same thing! Every woman wants to be told that she is beautiful. But somehow, he had really touched her with the way he had said it. And why should she care so much? He was a sissy! A damn sissy! It made no sense. She had gotten everything she wanted from him last night? physically. And him telling her she was beautiful was an added bonus. A big plus. But did he seem colder afterwards? Less into it? Did he try less than usual? She wasn?t sure. The more she thought about it, the more she thought that maybe she was right. Or was she wrong? She just didn?t know. And if he didn?t try as hard, should she do anything about it? And what did it matter anyway? She had gotten what she wanted? or did she? The fact that she was wondering about it now made her think seriously that she hadn?t gotten what she needed? even though she certainly thought she had last night. It didn?t really make sense on any logical plane, yet to her, from her female perspective, it made perfect sense. She glanced over at the opposing attorney and saw her roll her eyes over the judge?s slowness. She nodded ever so slightly in agreement. This was stupid, waiting all this time like this. She had better things to be doing. Her mind went back to Chad once again. She was suddenly convinced that he hadn?t been paying as much attention to her last night as he should have been. She would have to find some way to correct that. Because of this bet, ?she? was supposed to be the most important thing in his life. His needs and thoughts didn?t matter! As she sat there brooding about that, she started getting angrier and angrier? even though she knew that it made no sense. She knew she probably wouldn?t have, if the judge wasn?t wasting so much of her time. She knew she was mentally taking her frustrations out on Chad, but then, wasn?t that something else he could be good for? She hadn?t punished him in a long time now. Everything she had seen about him lately had been perfect? well, nearly? good enough anyway. Or was he? Was she being too lenient? Yeah, she was sure she was. Maybe what he needed was a good reminder of exactly who was the boss and exactly where all his attention should be! Tonight! Tonight, whether he liked it or not, he would get that little reminder. In fact, she hoped he wouldn?t like it! But then, he was a sissy. He?d probably get off on it. Well, mentally anyway. She had fixed him so anything more was completely out of the question. That thought sent a small wave of pleasure throughout her. He was a sissy! Nothing but a damn sissy! And she controlled him ? completely! Tonight! ?Well, what do you think?? Robin asked. Chad smiled. ?I think it?s ready. In fact, it?s probably more ready than most proposals we send. Let?s see what they think.? Robin smiled. ?That?s kind of what I thought. You want to do the honors?? Chad opened his email program and with the tips of his long nails, awkwardly typed in Tom Robinson?s address ? his nails making strange clicking noises with every key that he touched. Then he added a short note telling him that the proposal was ready for the client?s opinion. Then he hit the send button. ?That?s it,? Chad said as he sat back. ?I just hope they don?t come back with too many changes to this thing.? ?They better not. This is one of the best sites we?ve ever come up with.? ?I think so too,? she replied. She stared at his computer screen for a minute, then she looked down at him. ?Now what do we do? We can?t do any more work on this till they approve it. I don?t have anything else on my desk right now either.? Chad stared up at her. She was right. Neither of them had anything to work on. ?I don?t know,? he admitted. ?Strange, isn?t it?? ?Yeah.? A moment later, she brightened. ?So, let?s go get some coffee and celebrate.? Chad?s face brightened. ?Good idea,? he replied as he started to get out of his chair. But then he quickly checked his watch and sat back down again. ?Uh? it?s a bit too close to break time for me. I think I?ll stay here instead.? Robin looked at him totally surprised. ?So what? All the women there have seen you already. In fact, last week they saw you in that skirt outfit! What are you worried about? Come on, live a little!? He shook his head. ?No. I just can?t. Not yet.? Robin let out a loud grunt. ?You?re just too stubborn for your own good! When are you going to get over this?? He shook his head. ?Not yet, I?m afraid.? She shook her head and walked out. ?Suit yourself!? As soon as she was gone, Chad opened up the spreadsheet that he was using to track his progress in the bet. He really wasn?t all that sure about how long he had held things back over the weekend. For the most part he either hadn?t bothered to time himself, or he wasn?t able to time himself. Under yesterday?s date, he put down a conservative thirty minutes. He was sure he had lasted at least that long? at least at some point. This morning was still another matter. He looked at the number of days to go? thirty nine. Thirty nine horrible days. The only good thing he could see about that number was that it was finally less than forty. For all the good it did? which was none. Because of all the baby bottles of her tea he had already drank that morning, he hadn?t been able to hold things back for more than ten minutes yet. But he knew that the time would improve as the day went on and more of her nasty tea got out of his system. He closed the spreadsheet, still disappointed with himself. He had to win this bet! But now what could he do with himself? He had nothing to work on. Coffee did sound like a good idea, but everybody would soon be heading to the break room. There was no way he was going to expose himself to all the women there again. All they wanted to do was to humiliate him. He had enough of that in his life. He opened one of his desk drawers and spotted the magazines that someone had left on his desk last week. He pulled them out and began looking thorough one of them closely. Very closely. Damn! He really wished he had a better looking body. He would love to wear some of the clothes these models had on. Women? how do they know what clothes to put together to make their outfits look so good? He really didn?t have a clue. He read some of the articles. With nobody around to see him doing it, it felt like a wonderful bit of freedom. He not only found the articles interesting, he discovered he was really enjoying himself. ?Oh, that was a good issue,? Robin said from the entrance to his cubicle. ?Did you get this week?s yet?? Chad looked up with a horror written across his face. Robin had caught him looking at the magazine. Yet she knew about the magazines. There was no way to really lie to her about what he was doing. And he didn?t really think she seemed to be teasing him this time ? not yet anyway. ?Ummm? No, I haven?t been shopping for magazines,? he said. ?I was just bored and found these in my desk.? Robin disappeared for a moment but she was back very quickly, pushing her own desk chair into his cubicle. ?Move over,? she said. ?Have you seen the article in there on the new colors they?re coming out with? It?s really good. I love them. I can?t wait to see what actually makes it into the stores.? ?No, I haven?t gotten that far yet,? he replied as he moved his chair over a bit to let Robin put her chair right next to his. Actually, she didn?t seem to be giving him any choice. She pulled the magazine out of his hands and began thumbing through it until she found the article she was looking for. ?Here. Look at this.? She spread the magazine out wide where he could see the pictures she was talking about. ?Aren?t they gorgeous? Most of these fall perfectly into my color pallet.? Chad looked at the magazine and saw a whole page of lipsticks in many different colors. But what did he know about what he was looking at? Nothing! So he said nothing. ?What are you, an autumn?? she asked as she still looked intently at the lipstick picture in front of her. ?I don?t know.? ?You don?t? You?ve never had your colors done?? ?No.? ?Geez,? she replied as she went back to staring at the picture. ?You really aught to consider having someone analyze your skin tones really soon.? Chad sat back. Analyze his skin tones? It was something he had never thought about before. He had heard about it of course, but had never seriously considered having it done for him. It was always something that would be too embarrassing. But now? Now that he was dressing as a woman? No. He still wasn?t ready for even that little step yet. Robin turned a few pages in the magazine. ?Oh. Did you see these?? she asked pointing at one of the pictures. ?I just love those earrings. I wish I could afford them.? Chad dutifully leaned over and looked. Diamonds. What else? Of course Robin loved them. He thought briefly about his own wife. She had loved anything with diamonds in them! ?Hey Chad. Why haven?t you had your ears pierced yet? I mean, you?ve done just about everything else. You don?t even wear clip-ons. And earrings would add a lot to the way you look. You?ve got to accessorize, Honey.? ?I do?? Chad replied, more than a bit surprised. ?Of course, silly.? He did? That was news to him. But then he wasn?t a woman. Not really anyway. He was a damn sissy - and even at that, it was obvious that he was still in the infancy stages of being a sissy. Speaking of infancy, the thought led him to thinking about his diapers. He almost chuckled. If she only knew! ?Uhhh? I guess I never thought about it,? he replied. Robin never even looked up from her magazine. ?Well you should.? While Robin looked through the magazine on her lap, Chad grabbed another one from his desk and opened it. What did he know about the things in these magazines? nothing! He wasn?t raised as a girl. He didn?t know anything about makeup or fashion or hairstyles. And how could he learn? And did he want to learn? He supposed he could ask Robin to teach him a few things. But the honest truth was that he was still too afraid? too embarrassed to talk about those things. At what point in a sissy?s life is it finally okay to talk about things like that? At what point is it finally okay to really open up and embrace it all? He really wondered about that. Unfortunately, he also knew that he still hadn?t reached that point where he would be comfortable doing it yet. Unfortunately. He was a sissy. He was very interested in knowing. But he was still too embarrassed and scared to discuss it. ?He?s here,? the receptionist said to Cassie as she was coming out of the locker room. ?Or maybe I should be saying ?It?s here.?? Cassie smiled. She knew the problem. It was a bit hard to call Sissy a ?him? since he was always dressed completely as a woman. Yet he wasn?t a woman either so the pronoun ?her? didn?t apply at all. ?I know what you mean,? she replied as she headed toward the front of the gym. ?Nothing really sounds right.? She spotted Sissy as she was half-way through the main part of the gym. He dropped a curtsey and greeted her formally as soon as she got all the way up front. Oh, he was a real joy sometimes. ?Okay, Sissy. Let?s take you back there,? she said as she turned around and led the way back through the room full of exercising women. She once again led him into the little office they always used and closed the little blinds on the door. ?How are you today?? she asked as he started to get undressed. ?Okay, I guess,? he replied. She pulled his bottle out of his diaper bag and waited till he was down to just his diapers and plastic panties. She handed it to him as soon as he laid down on the floor in front of her. She watched as he put it to his mouth and began sucking on it. She smiled. Such a joy to watch. Unbelievable! But still such a joy. And the damn guy could cook too! She really envied Mel just then. Maybe she could find someone like Sissy here. But then she thought of Sandy. No, Sandy more than fulfilled all the missing pieces in her life. She didn?t really need anyone else. As she pulled Sissy?s plastic panties off of him, she mentally wished Mel luck with her toy. She only hoped that together they would find the happiness that she had with Sandy. She unfastened his diaper and put a fresh one underneath him. Then she grabbed the bottle of baby lotion and warmed a generous portion in her hands. ?Ready?? she asked. He looked up at her. Only the slight crease between his eyebrows gave any indication that he was concerned. She began spreading the baby lotion all over the front of his groin? the parts that weren?t covered by his chastity device anyway. As she massaged him, she noticed that he seemed to be looking away somewhere in the distance, as if he wasn?t really thinking about what she was doing at all. Chad sucked on his baby bottle, but he hardly noticed he was doing it. His mind was on other things. Cassie was massaging him, trying to get a reaction that would be all too painful. But he thought that he might be now starting to get past that point with what she was doing to have to worry so much about it. In fact, even with the new, bigger teeth in his chastity device, the thing wasn?t bothering him at all just then. Fortunately! As she rubbed him, his mind wandered back to this morning. He and Robin had sat and read women?s magazines together for most of the morning. They had even talked some. And he had done it as if it was the most normal thing in the world for a man to do. Okay, maybe he didn?t have a clue about most of what she was talking about, but still? it had been kind of enjoyable. She hadn?t made fun of him or teased him in any way all morning. She hadn?t even called him Sissy all morning. It had been? really nice. How strange. ?Well, I can see that this is getting us nowhere!? Cassie said, interrupting his train of thought. ?Roll over. Time for the other side.? This was the part that Chad was more worried about? now. He put his bottle down and rolled over with his knees up under him and his head down? putting his backside up as a perfect target for her attentions. And as much as he hated the idea of it, he was also looking forward to it. If only he wasn?t wearing that damn chastity device! He felt her hands begin massaging his backside. He closed his eyes and gave into the wonderful sensations. After a minute, he felt her finger begin to linger closer and closer around his tiny asshole. The very spot that now seemed to hold most of his sexual feelings. Why? It was another question he had no answer to. Because he was a sissy? Was there some physical reason for it just because he was a sissy? Again, no answer. But he thrilled the moment she began increasing the pressure with her finger on his asshole and began to press her finger inside. Yes! More! More! More! Cassie added more baby lotion lubrication to her finger and slipped it back inside of him up to her knuckle. Then she started pumping him with it in just that far. She could see his back arch a bit from the pleasure. He was trying to push back against her now, trying to get more and more of her finger into him. After another minute, she allowed it? as far as her finger could go. Back and forth, over and over again he rocked and moaned slightly as he fucked himself against her finger. Chad pumped over and over again, rocking his body as far as he could. Trying ever so hard to get more and more of her finger into him. He wanted it harder ? her finger anyway. He wanted to feel more pressure. What he didn?t want was any pain from his chastity device. But so far, the only pain he was feeling from it was fairly mild? fairly anyway. At least he was able to control it somewhat. His bigger problem was that as usual, he wanted more from the feelings in his backside, but he wasn?t getting enough. Those feeling by themselves weren?t enough to get him any kind of orgasm. He needed to get hard in the one place that was now totally denied to him. As he pumped more and more, faster and faster, his frustration grew greater and greater. More, he needed more! But there was no more. He felt Cassie pull her finger out completely, then fuss with something next to him, then put it back in again. The suppository. Yuck! He wished he didn?t have to have them, but Mel was still insisting. At least he wasn?t getting them all the time anymore, only at night and whenever Cassie diapered him. He rolled over again as soon as he felt her removing her finger again. ?You did real well again,? Cassie said. He shook his head. ?I still wish I didn?t like that so much,? he replied. ?Why? There?s nothing wrong with it.? ?I don?t know. It?s just not right!? He stuck his bottle back into his mouth so he could finish drinking it. ?But you love it.? ?I know.? He sighed dejectedly around the nipple in his mouth. She smiled down at him. ?I think you?d like it if I brought one of my toys to use on you instead of just my finger.? He suddenly felt a lot more pain from his chastity device as he remembered what that would feel like. He shook his head. ?I don?t think so. It might hurt too much.? Cassie just smiled and finished diapering him. Maybe she should bring something with her tomorrow? if she remembered. Mel trudged into her office late in the afternoon. It had been a miserable day at court? all day! And worse, nothing had really been accomplished there. But then that was the legal system. It usually moved at a snail?s pace. She was glad to see there were no clients in her office as she walked in, just Andrea sitting at her desk. She plopped her legal case down on Andrea?s desk and gave her one of those looks to let her know how bad things went. ?You look like you?ve had a miserable day,? Andrea offered. ?You have no idea! That judge! He?s absolutely the worst! We got nowhere!? Andrea smiled, although she was trying to repress a chuckle. ?You?ve said that about him before.? ?Well, it?s true!? ?You just need something to brighten your day.? ?Like what?? Mel replied a bit more testily than she meant to. ?Like another little surprise came for you today. I put it in your office.? ?Another surprise?? Mel asked. Not really sure what she was talking about. ?Another package?? Andrea prompted. ?Oh!? Mel replied as she suddenly realized. ?Something for Sissy?? ?At least that?s what I?m assuming it is.? Mel finally smiled as she walked back toward her office. Andrea followed her. The box was on Mel?s desk. It wasn?t nearly as big as the other ones she had received so far, but she immediately attacked it with a pair of scissors to open it. She lifted the lid and stared. It was wrapped in plastic ? naturally, but she could still see it perfectly. ?Oh,? she said out loud, ?it?s adorable!? She pulled the dress out of the box and held it up so Andrea could see it too. It was a very short dress in a pale pink and white checkered pattern. Mostly anyway. There were two white bows on the front of the dress at the waistline. The top was made to look like a frilly white under blouse, but it was actually attached. The whole think looked so babyish she couldn?t believe it. ?Oh,? Andrea exclaimed. ?It is adorable! And it?s so short! Are you sure it will fit him?? Mel looked at the dress. The shoulders and waist seemed more than wide enough since it wasn?t a fitted design. It just appeared to be very short. She smiled at Andrea. ?Yeah, I think it will? although I?m betting his diapers will show under it for sure.? Andrea laughed? and Mel joined her. Chad couldn?t believe it. Not that he really minded, but Robin was back in his cubicle again and they were looking at more magazines. She had stopped and bought some new ones during lunch and now they were looking through them together. ?What else are we going to do?? she had explained. He had to admit, she had a point. And as long as nobody else saw him, deep down, he was really enjoying looking through the magazines ? as if he was getting away with something forbidden. And it was sort of nice to have somebody there that he could talk to about them? even if he was really too afraid and embarrassed to talk much. But as they sat there looking through the magazines, just as it usually happened around that time of the afternoon, Chad felt the suppository that Cassie had put up inside of him starting to do its thing. Damn. And he knew very well that there would be no way at all to stop it. He was extra worried because sometimes it made a bit of noise and Robin was sitting right next to him. He needed to get rid of her, but how? And did he have enough time to get rid of her? That question was answered almost immediately as he felt the first bits of whatever was inside of him coming out and into his diapers. Yuck! Fortunately it was silent. As he continued to feel it coming out of him and spreading around his bottom, he prayed it would stay silent? not to mention that he prayed his new long-legged girdle would contain the smell as well as his old ones did. He squirmed several times as it kept happening. Fortunately, Robin was totally engrossed in the magazine she was reading. ?Hey Chad,? she suddenly spoke up as she turned to him. Damn! She had sensed something. ?What do you think of this outfit? Do you think I could get away with wearing anything like this to work?? Maybe she didn?t realize yet. He squirmed a bit more as he leaned forward to see what she was talking about, giving the mess on his backside more room to spread out. He looked carefully at the picture, but his mind was mostly on what was still coming out of him than on anything else. The picture showed a model in a very short print dress. How should he know if she could wear that to work? ?Why not?? he replied. ?You?d probably look good in it.? ?That?s what I thought,? she answered, as she sat back with the book again. ?I just love all the clothes they have in this book.? Was he safe? Had he gotten away with it? He hoped. A few minutes later, his problems with his backend seemed to be mostly over ? finally. He was glad that he hadn?t eaten much for lunch once again. It really did make his messes a lot smaller. He squirmed again in his chair, trying not to show what he was doing as a tiny bit more came out of him. A little while later, the mess inside his diapers had worked its way around as it usually did and was no different than on any other day. Robin was still engrossed in her magazine? and Chad breathed a mental sigh of relief. Thank God for the tight girdle and pantyhose that contained everything? especially the smell! He might be a bit more uncomfortable for the rest of the afternoon, but nobody would know? hopefully. Chad hurried home after work. Mel had sent him a message telling him to be in uniform and to have dinner ready once again. She had also taken the time to add that there would be no visitors tonight? good! He cleaned himself up, taking a quick shower in the process to rid himself of the awful mess on his backside, then he rediapered himself as usual in two disposables. Somehow, just getting back into the diapers once again felt comforting. He just preferred them to be a bit wet though and almost couldn?t wait to wet himself again. The diapers might be miserable when he was messy, but he really loved them when they were wet. They felt so much more? interesting! Why didn?t he wear diapers more often before this bet? His marriage! That was probably the main reason. If it wasn?t for his marriage then he might have learned the true pleasures of being in diapers a lot sooner. For the first time all day, he had a small reason to be glad about his upcoming divorce. He fixed his makeup, fixed his hair, dressed quickly in his uniform, and quickly buffed his shoes to a gleaming shine. Since he didn?t wear them to work earlier, the shoes still looked pretty good to start with, so polishing them was almost no work at all. Another reason to smile. He went out the door to Mel?s apartment to start dinner. Mel pulled into her parking space with only one thing on her mind ? Chad. What was she going to do with him? Was she really going to punish him? Did he deserve to be punished? Not that it really mattered. According to the rules of the bet, she could punish him whenever she felt like it for no reason at all. But would that be a good thing? She trudged up the stairs and opened her door. The first thing she saw was Sissy coming quickly out of the kitchen in his maid?s uniform, large wooden spoon in hand. He dropped a quick curtsey and greeted her formally with a big smile on his face. Her entire mood brightened. Oh she loved this! Knowing that he was quickly becoming her greatest fantasy and that he was doing so well really made her feel good. Punish him? Maybe not. She saw him motioning with the big spoon toward the kitchen. ?Go!? she commanded. ?Take care of it.? She smiled. Life was good! The air in her apartment was filled with a rather pungent but interesting aroma as she put her things down on the table by the door. She wrinkled her nose a bit at the smell and wandered into the kitchen. ?What?s cooking?? she asked. Chad was just taking a tiny taste from the contents of one of the pans on the stove as she asked her question. The mixture was a bit stronger than he anticipated it would be. Not bad at all, just spicy. And it was hot! Way too hot! He opened his mouth and waved his hand to cool his tongue as tears formed in his eyes. Instead of answering her, he pointed at the cookbook on the counter. Mel glanced down to look at the picture of the dish in the book. It certainly looked good. Colorful too. She glanced back up at Chad. He had reached into the refrigerator and grabbed a baby bottle full of tea and was drinking it quickly. He finally took the bottle out of his mouth with a huge sigh of relief. ?Too hot,? he gasped. She giggled. ?How soon till it?s ready?? she asked. ?Just a few minutes. It?s taking a bit longer than I anticipated.? ?No problem,? she replied as she walked out on him. Having someone there every night to fix her meals and take care of her home was so nice. So wonderful. So great! Sissy might be a total flake, but he was just what she needed. Perfect! And the power that she felt from what she was forcing him to do was almost mind-blowing! Punish him? Why? It would only ruin her evening. Chad dished the meal he had just prepared out onto two plates? his plate he stuck straight into the refrigerator as usual. Between how hot the food had been and his now burned tongue, he was actually glad to cool off his food for once. He put Mel?s dish, still steaming, on the table for her. He poured her a cold diet drink to go with it. Since he had needed a drink from his bottle to cool his mouth, then he had no doubt that she might need a cold drink too. He walked to the entrance to the living room. ?Dinner is ready, Mistress,? he proclaimed. Mel sauntered into the kitchen with a smile. ?Please be careful,? Chad cautioned, ?it?s still a bit hot.? ?Thank you, Sissy,? she said as she sat down. The food in front of her did look colorful. It smelled a bit stronger than she was used to, but not too bad. It looked like Sissy had been right about how hot it still was, she could see the steam still rising from it. She looked up at him and just stared. Chad saw her staring at him and sighed. He knew what she wanted. He turned and wandered directly to his corner where he placed his feet over the bar and stood crammed into the two walls once again. Ugh! Just once he?d like to get away from this corner! Just once! He couldn?t hear anything. Of course Mel was eating and wasn?t saying anything for him to hear. He couldn?t see anything either, except the two blank walls right in front of his eyes. He had to close his eyes to keep from going cross-eyed. He wasn?t supposed to move, so the only touching sensation he could feel was the two walls around him? and the growing ache in his legs and feet from having to stand on the miserable bar. He could still smell the dinner he had prepared. His stomach growled a bit. He realized he was hungry. He played for a moment with his slightly burned tongue. It felt a bit numb at the tip. He should have been more careful when he tasted the food. Bored, bored, bored! Stuck in his corner with no stimulation. Again! Ugh! With nothing else to think about, his mind turned back to the topic that had occupied him happily for a while early in the morning. What would he do if he could finally get hard? A very interesting question. The problem was, he still had no real answers. No ideas at all. Oh he wanted relief for sure! But he wasn?t really sure he wanted to blow the experience too fast. He was to the point now where just getting hard would be an experience to savor. He supposed he would play with himself some, enjoying the pleasures? then he would stop and let things calm down again so as not to go too far. He figured he?d do something like that over and over again. It was a very wonderful thought. Very wonderful! In his imagination, he could almost feel it! Yeah, so nice! But oddly, within his imaginary feelings, he suddenly found another part of his anatomy feeling some stimulation too ? his backside. He found that very strange as his imagination went astray while he stood in his corner. He had been imagining feeling stimulation from both his cock and his anus at the same time. Why? It troubled him a bit, yet it was only a dream ? a pleasant dream, but a dream none the less. In the end, he was just thankful that even the imaginary stimulation and pleasure wasn?t making him get hard at all. He didn?t want to feel any pain from the teeth in his nasty chastity device. ?Sissy! Get over here!? Chad was startled by Mel?s voice. Quickly he climbed off of the bar he was standing on and allowed his dreaming to fade. But what an interesting dream it had been. He?d have to try dreaming about it again the next time he was stuck there. ?Yes, Mistress?? he asked as he hurried toward the kitchen. Mel was just getting up from the table. ?Dinner was okay,? she said, ?but not as good as the other things you?ve made so far. Cross this dish off your list.? ?Sorry, Mistress,? he apologized. ?I didn?t have any way of knowing.? ?I know. Just don?t make it again. I know we can?t expect everything to be good. Get your dinner out now.? Chad hurried to the refrigerator, very glad that for once he was going to get to taste something he had prepared ? even if it wasn?t as good as some of the other dishes. He was also glad that Mel had been very understanding that he didn?t know how the recipe would taste. He saw Mel taking the tray off of his highchair as he pulled his dinner out. ?Put it on the counter,? Mel instructed as she waited for him with the tray still in her hands. He did as he was told, then climbed up into the chair and held his arms out of the way as Mel put the tray back into place, trapping him in the chair. At least she didn?t bother with the seatbelt again. Of course there wasn?t much sense in the seatbelt anyway. The fact that dinner hadn?t been as good as she had hoped had spoiled Mel?s mood a bit, but really, she did understand. Everything he was cooking was something out of a book, and everything was new ? to both of them. Even still, it was a bit of a disappointment after the other things he had made so far. She grabbed a bib out of her drawer and fastened it around his neck, then she placed his dinner on the tray in front of him. Having nothing but his fingers to eat with, he began picking up bits of the food and putting them into his mouth. Mel pulled out another one of the chairs at her table to sit and watch him eat. She giggled just a bit. The food was covered with sauce and was a bit messy, and since he had to eat it with just his fingers, his face and hands were quickly becoming a mess? just like a baby. God, she loved making him behave so ridiculously! She couldn?t help it, it was just plain fun! ?So how was your day today?? she finally asked. Chad was a bit surprised at the question as he tried to shove a long thin piece of vegetable into his mouth. The vegetables were covered in a sauce, most of which wound up on his face. He had to stop to consider her question. ?Strange,? he finally answered. That surprised her a bit. ?Why?? Chad shook his head as he selected yet another long piece of vegetable. ?Well, we got our project to the point where we sent it in for the client?s approval, then we both discovered that we had nothing else to work on.? ?You and?? ?Robin, of course.? The damn Robin woman again. Mel was suddenly sorry she had asked about his day. She knew it wasn?t right, but she still felt very annoyed every time he mentioned her. She bit back her irritation and asked, ?So what did you do with your free time?? He shrugged. ?You wouldn?t believe it. We sat and read women?s magazines together for most of the day.? Mel blinked, then stared. She wanted to laugh, but the fact that he had been doing it with Robin sent more irritation though her. ?You read women?s magazines together?? ?Mm hmmm,? he replied as he chewed on a messy piece of meat. ?I didn?t know you liked to read women?s magazines? although since you?re a sissy, I?m not a bit surprised. Do you do that often?? He shook his head as he picked up another piece of messy meat. ?Today was the first time. I?ve never really bought any before.? ?But you bought some today?? ?No, these were some that someone had stuck on my desk for me last week. Then this afternoon Robin bought some more.? Robin again! And what else was he doing with her? Her irritation had gown just a bit once again. She carefully tried to control her temper. ?And you enjoyed reading the magazines?? He shoved yet another piece of meat into his mouth as he considered the question. ?It was okay, I guess. To be honest, I didn?t really understand most of it that well. I mean, I want to, but I just don?t have much experience with makeup and clothes and stuff. It was nice to have Robin there to answer a few questions. And at least she didn?t make me feel like I was doing anything wrong.? Mel took in his answer? fully. Especially the part about Robin. And the more she thought about it, the less she liked it. It sounded like he was far too comfortable with his friend Robin. And worse, Robin was getting to do things with him that she herself couldn?t do. She was missing out on too many things that she?d like to be seeing first hand with Sissy. First there had been Cassie, watching him lose control of himself right in front of her. Then Cassie had learned about his growing fascination with his backend. Then Sandy had done something with him in that regard that must have been fairly intense when she had babysat with him. And now Robin was continuing to make further inroads and was getting closer and closer to him. It wasn?t fair! He belonged to her ? not to any of the others. His mind and focus should be only on her and nobody else. She was his Mistress, not Robin! In her mind, she could just see him, dressed as he had been that morning, locked in the arms of a beautiful younger woman? Robin! Her anger suddenly flared and she got quickly up from the table. She found her small collection of ropes and threw them all down onto her coffee table, then she went back into the kitchen. He still hadn?t finished his dinner yet, but she didn?t care. She quickly removed the plate from in front of him and put it onto the counter. His face and hands were such a mess that she didn?t want to touch him yet, so she grabbed a wash cloth and roughly wiped him clean. Then she removed the tray that had locked him in and pulled him into the living room. Chad was taken completely by surprise. Had he said something wrong? If so, he didn?t know what. He found himself being roughly dragged by the arm into the living room. Why was Mel suddenly so angry? What had he done wrong? He felt her roughly pulling at his apron strings to untie them, then she quickly unzipped his maid?s dress. He stepped out of it as he let it fall to the floor. Faster than she had ever done it before, she stripped him completely, till he was standing in front of her in nothing but the breast forms that were thoroughly stuck to his chest ? with no way to remove them, and his chastity device that was locked onto his penis ? with no way for him to remove that either. He was totally in shock. He was further surprised when she roughly dragged him around behind one of her living room chairs and shoved him so that he was bent over the thing. ?What?s wrong?? he finally asked as she bent him over it. ?Shut up!? she commanded in a voice that left him no doubt that she was upset about something. Fear suddenly began to creep into him? especially when she quickly tied some rope to one wrist and fastened it tightly to the chair leg in front. The other wrist was soon just as securely fastened to the other leg. Bent over the back of the chair as he was, he couldn?t straighten up at all. But Mel wasn?t satisfied yet. She spread his legs further and tied his ankles to the legs behind the chair. He wasn?t going anywhere, that was for sure. His fear quickly grew stronger? and she still hadn?t told him what he had done wrong. She left him for a few moments, then he heard her come back again. ?Damn you!? she yelled. But before he could react to what she had said, he felt the burning pain from her yardstick as she brought it swiftly down on his completely exposed backside. ?Ouch!? he cried out with pain and surprise. But before he could ask again what was wrong, he felt the burning sting from her yardstick again? and again? and again! ?Damn you!? she yelled once again as she again brought down her yardstick with all the force she could muster. His entire backside was already a bright rosy red color. ?You belong to me! Not to anyone else? me!? Again she swung her yardstick as hard as she could? and again? and again! ?I?m your mistress! Nobody else! You should be focusing ALL your attention on me!? Again she brought down her yardstick three more times. ?Damn you! I?m the only thing that should matter in your life. Not anybody or anything else!? Again she hit him as hard as she could, over and over again. Chad was in pain and shock. What had he done? He still didn?t understand. Not one bit. The only thing he clearly understood was the beating she was giving him? and the fact that she was very angry. But exactly what had he done wrong? And underneath, because she was angry with him, he felt really bad about it. He had somehow disappointed her greatly? even though he didn?t really know why. Something about her being his mistress? And not focusing all his attention on her? He thought he was! So she was punishing him ? and because she was angry at him, deep down, he felt really bad. It wasn?t long before he felt the first few blubberings of grief escape from his lips. Those few faint cries quickly grew more intense until he was weeping openly. He couldn?t help it. Not only was he in pain from her spanking him, but he inwardly felt so bad because she was somehow so disappointed with him. But what had he done? And he cried because he didn?t know the answer to that question either. He would do anything for her if only she would be happy with him once again. Mel?s sudden anger had run its course and she finally stopped hitting him. Fortunately, her anger had been fairly brief. She knew she probably shouldn?t have punished him like this, but damn it, all she could see was him paying attention to everybody else more than he paid to her! It wasn?t right! Besides, the contract for the bet gave her the right to punish him whenever she wanted to? for no reason at all. That was one of her rights. He? he had no rights as far as the bet was concerned. None at all! She was thoroughly justified in what she had just done. She put her hand over his backside. It was bright red and warm and bruised. She had hit him as hard as she could with her yardstick. She knew she should be feeling more remorse for him just then than she did, but damn it! She was still a bit angry at him. Besides, he probably needed this reminder of just who was the boss here! Certainly not him! And what did he feel about it? For the first time since she started, she took a big enough breath to pay attention to his reaction? and she was amazed to hear him crying into the back of the chair. He was crying? Actually crying? She threw her yardstick down on the floor pulled his head up a bit so she could see him. There were big tears rolling out of his eyes and he was blubbering like a little baby? make that a big baby. She stared in disbelief. He was actually crying? for real! Finally! She didn?t know if it was all from Gloria?s hypnotic suggestions or the severe beating she had just given him? or more likely from both. But none of that mattered. For the first time he was actually showing the remorse she wanted him to feel when she punished him. And she felt elated inside. Not because he was finally crying? but because finally, she had been the one to see him doing something new? making another breakthrough. Not some other woman. She, his mistress, the one who was supposed to see these little steps of progress, had finally been the one to see it. ?I don?t understand!? Chad blubbered through his tears. ?Why?? ?Shut up!? she commanded with more anger than she really felt. She heard his crying intensifying once again as she released his face to bury itself once again in the chair back. He didn?t understand? He didn?t realize he was paying more attention to those other women than to her? Typical of a man! Typical! And stupid! Okay, maybe she wasn?t being fair. Maybe it was all just nothing? and a lot of coincidence. But damn it, it had still made her angry. She listened to him crying ? still, and her heart melted a bit. ?I?ll be right back,? she said with a bit more kindness. Chad felt so bad. He still had no idea what he had done wrong. And it didn?t really sound like she was going to tell him. Why? And it felt so bad to cry like this. He hadn?t done that since he was a child. But it just felt so bad and he couldn?t help it. He pulled at the ropes holding his arms stretch tightly over the chair. They wouldn?t budge. He pulled again. Still no relief. He sobbed in frustration once again. He heard Mel come back. He heard her doing something behind him. Then, suddenly, he felt a warm washcloth cleaning his backside for him. He would rather it had been cold, but he was grateful for what she was doing? except that her attention was hurting his bruised skin. He felt her running the cloth as far under him as she could, trying to clean around his chastity device too. Then she was done and the cool air washing over his damp skin felt wonderful. He finally stopped crying completely. Unfortunately, between the warm wet washcloth and now the cool air running over him, he suddenly had to pee, really badly. But he didn?t really want to pee all over her floor or the back of her chair. He clamped down tightly to hold it back. ?Mistress,? he cried. ?Hush!? she commanded as she began untying his legs. He was startled. But he had to warn her that he needed to pee? or she might be punishing him a lot worse. ?Please?? he started to say. ?I said hush!? she commanded once again as she started working on his other leg. Chad was in shock. He had to pee so badly that he didn?t think he could hold it very long at all. And Mel wasn?t letting him even warn her! What was he going to do? She was taking an awful long time getting the rope off of his second ankle. He continued to try as hard as he could to hold back. Mel finally went around to the front of the chair to start releasing his wrists, but not fast enough for his need. In his fear of wetting all over her floor and furniture, he was pulling back on the ropes too hard, making them harder to untie than they should have been. Finally, she got the last of the ropes off of him and he stood up quickly. As he did, he felt a few drops of pee that had leaked out, running down his leg. But standing up and changing position only seemed to make his need to pee worse. ?Mistress,? he began once again as he tried to grab his penis with his hands to stop the flow. But the hard plastic encasing him didn?t allow him any contact with that part of his body at all. His hands couldn?t squeeze his penis closed at all and more of his pee escaped. Mel was about to yell at him to be quiet once again when she saw him grabbing him