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The Bet by Karen Singer Chapter 62 (Thursday - week 9) Her soft hands caressed his face. Her beautiful flawless skin was smooth and soft against every part of his body that it touched. And in his dream, she was completely naked. She cuddled against him and he could feel her wonderful body pressing against his glued-on breast forms... almost as if his breasts were real breasts! Her soft smooth legs entwined with his own smooth and hairless legs, rubbing slightly... sensually. And her elegantly sexy hips pressed again and again against... the tremendous bulk of all the wet diapers he was wearing. And best of all, she was naked and he wasn't blindfolded. He could see every perfect thing about her. And it was as good, or better, than the image that his mind had created from just touching her. She kissed him, and their tongues caressed, mimicking the sensual caresses between their two bodies. It was magic! He felt her hips pushing again against the bulk of his diapers, and he felt again the longing to have something shoved up his backside... something long and hard... something sexy! Oh to feel that... while caressing her amazing body. Because even in his dream, he dared not dream about that other, now useless, sexual appendage he used to use. The one that he dared no longer allow to get hard. He let his hands roam at will over her smooth flawless skin, feeling the texture, worshiping its beauty. And in return, he felt her hands roaming over every bit of exposed flesh that he owned as well, reciprocating the love he felt for her. Returning the gift of sensual touch. Showing him... that she cared for him as much as he cared for her. It was enough to almost make him cry inside, although in his dream, she never knew. It was simply a dream of love. Tender, devoted, fully returned... love. And his mind dwelled on every tiny aspect of it for a long, long time... as he dreamed, and dreamed, and dreamed. She dreamed of Larry. She hadn't dreamed or thought about him in years. But she dreamed of him now. He was the man she had first made love with, back while they were still in college. He was the one she had given her virginity to. But what she dreamed the most about him, was the way he had left her... cold, suddenly - only days after he had popped her cherry. And in her dream, his leaving still hurt. One by one, her dreams filtered through the few men in her life. Some better than others. Some she made love with, others she hadn't. And one by one, she felt the pain of those relationships ending, some because she hadn't really liked the man that much, more because her demanding personality had driven them away. And then there was Brad. Her dream lingered a long time on him. She had loved him dearly. He had asked her to marry him. She had said yes. But from that moment on things had changed. Her dreams started remembering the arguing, the fighting, the hurting, all because he claimed that she was, as he had put it, too bossy! In her dream, she cried once again as in a fit of rage he had called off the wedding, proclaiming he never wanted to see her again. And even in her dream, she realized that he hadn't. Ever! And after Brad, she dreamed of Ray. In her dream, she didn't make love to him, but instead she replayed that day when he had suddenly appeared at her door and she had discovered that he was only after her money. He didn't love her either! And she had gotten so angry she had physically thrown him out of her apartment. And as she closed the door behind him, she had turned, and there was Derek... and Sissy. Both of them. Derek was everything a woman like her could want - tall, handsome, very well built, confident... the list seemed to go on and on. And further in the background was Sissy, small, submissive, and possessing enough oddball needs to send any woman packing! Two distinct contrasts. One was perfect for her, the other... laughable. And yet, even in her dream, she realized that she was drawn to both. Derek came to her and took her hand, and led her directly into her bedroom... and into her bed. In her dream, she only knew that they made love, but there were no distinct details - other than how good his amazing body felt next to hers. And suddenly, in her dream, they were done with the sex part, and Derek immediately got up from the bed and left her - just as soon as his own sexual needs were finished. And she felt totally unfulfilled. As if he too was abandoning her. Gone! Without the least bit of attention to her needs! And she felt abandoned again... and especially hurt. And in her despair, Sissy came to her and comforted her. He caressed her in that loving way of his that only he was capable of. And she felt grateful to him... and loved by him. In gratitude, she allowed him to make love to her as well... and she allowed him to do it like a man, not constrained as the sissy he was. In her dream, there were no breast forms, no diapers. Only his scrawny naked body... with its strangely miniscule penis. She grabbed that tiny appendage and caressed it with her hands, trying to make it do what it was supposed to do - grow! And finally, it did harden, yet for some unknown reason it refused to grow any bigger than it was. How was she supposed to make love with something like that to work with? But now Sissy was changing, he became more demanding... not like himself at all! He rolled over on top of her and tried again and again to push that tiny little thing into her. She did everything she could to accommodate him. She pushed her hips desperately up toward him as he pushed down, but despite that, all she could feel was the tip of it barely entering her. Not enough even for proper stimulation. It was so frustrating! Despite that, the moment she felt his tiny "thing" just barely enter her, he began rocking and thrusting forcefully for a few seconds, and then she felt him cumming... orgasming... while she could barely feel anything! And only moments later, he was done. Finished. And she was left unsatisfied. And now that he was done, she knew that he would return the effort and use one of those marvelous methods of his to show her his appreciation and to show her how much he loved her. But instead, he rolled off of her and got to his feet. And exactly as Derek had done earlier, he walked out. Abandoning her. Leaving her alone. Not caring about her in the least. Even Sissy, despite his flaws, was still nothing more than a stupid regular man. And just like every other man who ever came into her life, he really only cared about himself and nothing more. Even Sissy... walked out on her. And it hurt! It hurt bad! In her dream, she cried, feeling nothing but self-pity. Self-pity that refused to go away. Self-pity that she deserved to feel... because she was unloved. Self-pity that... In her dream, something minor was suddenly distracting her, as if calling to her. But she was too preoccupied with wallowing in her own pool of grief to figure out what it was. She was alone, abandoned by every man in her life... even Sissy. Especially Sissy. They all walked out on her. And... and there was that something distracting her again, making her take notice, forcing her to come up out of the deep well of emotions she was swimming in. What was it? She tried going back again. Even Sissy walked out on her. Even Sissy... What was that? Her brain suddenly processed the aroma of freshly brewed coffee that tickled her nose. Coffee? The smell was enough to distracted her much more, to cause her to forget what she had been dreaming about, even though the feelings of abandonment and self-pity still remained locked firmly in her mind. She opened her eyes as those powerful lingering emotions still filled her. Ugh! What a way to wake up - although the smell of the fresh coffee was certainly nice. She sat up in her bed, trying to piece together what she had been dreaming about that made her feel so despondent. But the smell of the fresh coffee soon became more important. She needed that coffee, and she needed it soon! "Sissy!" she called, hoping that he would hear her. It was a few moments, but only a few, before she heard his footsteps hurrying toward her. And a split second later, he was there, in her bedroom, perfectly dressed as her maid... her own wonderful servant... and he held that first cup of freshly brewed coffee for her in his own darling hands. Wonderful! She thrilled as he curtseyed and said good morning to her, before curtseying again and handing over the steaming cup of potent liquid for her to take. Her eyes never left him as she raised the cup to her lips and took that first sip. Hot, wet, wonderful! "Thank you Sissy," she said with the appreciation she truly felt. She saw him smile at her, and curtsey again, and reply, and curtsey again. And... she giggled. His little curtseys where just too darling! She couldn't help it, she simply loved seeing him do that! "Go make me some breakfast," she ordered. "Same as yesterday. And I'll have it right here again." Chad curtseyed again. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, lisping in his stupid, silly, sissy voice. "Right away." Then he curtseyed one more time and hurried out. Mel watched him go, and something about watching him leave her again brought back the emotional feelings of abandonment again. He too would leave her... if he could. And her brain remembered those words he had spoken to her last night. The words he had said when she thought they were both being not only passionate, but totally honest with each other. "I would kiss you till your body shudders... and you know how I feel about you." And he had done exactly that! But it had been later, when she had finally been brave enough to ask how he really felt about her that now had her confused. Because it was what he hadn't said that told her more than what he had said. He hadn't said that he wanted to stay with her no matter what happened. He hadn't said that... He hadn't said that he loved her! He had never once used the word "love." The one word that meant everything! He was just like all the rest. Give them what they're after and they're out the door. Walking away. Leaving you flat. He was just like all the rest... or was he? Everything he had told her last night had been wonderful. And she thought she had believed it. Was she reading too much into it? Another thought suddenly pounded at her brain. Why should she care? He wasn't what she needed in a man. He wasn't anyone she could ever marry. It was laughable! She'd be the laughing stock of... the whole world. She couldn't show up at a fancy party with him on her arm. What would he be wearing, a stupid silly sissy dress? Or perhaps a dress that might make her jealous? No! Why was she even bothering to worry about such things? Why should she care if he loved her or not? Why should she really care if he would ever leave her or not? It made no sense at all. Get a grip Mel! Get a grip! Yes, he would be the perfect servant! Perfect! He was someone she could order around to her hearts content. He was someone she could take out all her frustrations on... and he would love her all the more for doing it. And... he was smart enough to easily run her entire estate for her... if she ever got around to buying one. He would be capable of handling all of it... by himself! But for heaven's sake! He wasn't marrying material! Get a grip Mel! Get a grip! Besides, was it right for her to impose that kind of life on him? Someone who had that kind of brain? Was it right? It took a few more sips from her coffee before she was capable of forcing herself to think about other matters. She hadn't forgotten. It was something that was so strongly on her mind that she didn't need to concentrate on it... until now. Today was Sissy's last day before he would be free to regain all his control... or try to. Today was her last day to insure his complete incontinence. Today was her last possible day to do anything at all to win the bet between them. And the one thing that bothered her the most, was that she didn't have a single clue as to what more she could do with him to ensure that incontinence. It was the one single thing that their bet was really all about. The one single oddball thing. As strange as it sounded, they had actually made the bet over it. She claimed that she could make him totally incontinent in only two-months' time. And he claimed that she couldn't. It was something that had been conceived in a moment of drunken fun. But for some unknown reason, the idea had struck a note between the two of them. And it had struck hard enough that in the sober light of day, they had not only agreed on going through with the bet, but she had drawn up a rather formal contract that they both had signed - and Andrea had notarized for them. The most oddball bet she had ever heard of. Yet they had done it. And now that bet was drawing to a close. Today was the last day of the normal bet period - the phase where she had absolute total control over him. The phase where he was bound to do anything and everything she wanted - no matter what! And the things she had forced him to do were... somewhat surprising, especially to herself. And the most surprising thing of all was that she had discovered how much she liked it. She had discovered how much fun she got out of making him do the most outrageous things possible. She discovered how much enjoyment she got out of keeping him firmly under her thumb. Very firmly under her thumb! And tomorrow? Tomorrow all his servitude would be over with... unless he lost the bet as she hoped. And if he did lose? Then she would have him at her beck and call for another full year. And after that? Well, she was hoping that things would somehow work out and take care of themselves. But if he won and she lost? She knew without a doubt that her dream of buying a proper house would go back to being just a dream again. She simply couldn't conceive of having a whole big house again... with only herself to live in it. Besides, she wasn't all that found of housework. And Sissy seemed to be awfully good at it... not to mention his talent in the kitchen! Somehow along the way, she had tied her dreams for the future around Sissy. And having those dreams depended on only one thing - winning the bet... as weird as it sounded. How had it happened? She didn't know... nor did she care. Some things just had to be accepted. Chad loaded her tray with her breakfast and grabbed another cup and filled it with coffee for her. Then he carefully carried it back to her bedroom. She was still there, still in bed, still holding the first cup he had brought her. As he approached, she set the now empty cup on her nightstand and he curtseyed slightly before setting the tray on her lap. "I remembered to bring you another cup of coffee this morning," he mentioned before stepping back and curtseying - properly this time. She smiled. "Thank you Sissy. I appreciate that. Just like I appreciate everything you do for me." Chad beamed at the compliment. He didn't know why, but it seemed like for about the last week, she had been more complimentary towards him. She had made him feel like he existed and not like he was something she didn't care about at all. And it made him feel good. Of course, he wasn't so sure about the time he always spent up on his perch in the corner. But still, the compliment was more than welcomed. Mel was about to start eating, but she saw him standing there, watching her. "Don't you have something else to do?" she asked. Chad was a bit crestfallen that she should send him away, but he quickly realized that he shouldn't feel like that at all. Nobody would want their maid standing there watching them eat breakfast in bed. Nobody! He was her maid! He was... her sissy. For now anyway. He curtseyed and headed back out toward the kitchen. "Get your own breakfast started!" Mel called after him. "I'll feed you when I'm done here." Make his own breakfast! A breakfast of baby cereal... eaten like a baby... while sitting in his highchair. The very thought of how humiliating it was sent a sexual thrill through his body - even though he wasn't looking forward to eating yet another bowl of that lousy tasting cereal. But today was the last day. Today was the last time he would ever have to eat the baby cereal again... unless he wanted to. He was looking forward to it coming to an end... and he wasn't. It was fifteen minutes later when Mel came out of her bedroom, an empty coffee cup in her hand. "How much longer do you have?" she asked as she headed straight for the coffee pot, knowing that he would know what she was asking about. Chad curtseyed. "I already changed my diaper once this morning... with two minutes of reward time," he replied... for which, he got a rather skeptical look from Mel. "And now I've still got... he glanced at the clock, forty-three minutes where I can still gain more reward time." Curtsey. "So you've got about an hour before that thing absolutely has to be leaking," she stated more than asked. Curtsey. "Yes Mistress." Curtsey. "Good. Get up in your highchair now and let's get you fixed up." A minute later, he was up in his highchair with the tray effectively trapping him in place. Since his arms were free, he knew he could get out of the thing if he had to, but he knew just as well that he wouldn't. He waited as Mel tied a large baby bib around his neck and finally brought the baby cereal he had cooked himself over to his tray, along with two more baby bottles. Today would be the last day he would have to eat his breakfast like this. The last day he would have to eat anything like this. Mel had kept him on a baby food only diet for the last week. Well, mostly anyway. There had been a few times when he had been allowed normal food, but it had only happened a very few times. But by tomorrow... it would all be over. Normal, regular, adult food from now on! He was very much looking forward to it... and he knew that just as much, he was going to miss the humiliation of what he had to do now. Mel leaned back against the counter with her coffee as she so often did while he ate his breakfast. He really was a sight sitting there... in an overgrown highchair, dressed as her maid, wearing a baby bib, and eating baby food like a toddler. It was the picture of... stupid! And yet she loved every bit of it. Okay, his maid's dress clashed more than a bit with the baby theme, but with the big bib in place she didn't notice the dress so much. Either way, he still looked a sight. And she knew she was going to miss it... unless she won. "So we're down to the end now," she said as he carefully shoveled another miniscule bit of the baby cereal into his mouth with that tiny baby spoon held in his left fist. "This is your last day. I guess, tomorrow we'll see what we will see." Chad stopped eating. He nodded thoughtfully before lisping in his silly voice, "Yeah, tomorrow we'll see." "Do you still think you can win?" Mel asked. Chad thought about that for a moment before deciding, "Yeah. I still do. I'm sorry, Mistress, but it just can't be done!" Mel smiled. "And I think it can!" she replied, although in her mind she really wasn't as sure as she sounded. "I guess... we'll see," he replied. Mel nodded. "Yeah. Tomorrow." "Tomorrow," Chad agreed. "I'm pretty sure that by tomorrow afternoon sometime, it should all be over with." "Except that all the ladies are insisting on judging it for themselves on Saturday. We're going to have to go through that." "I know. But by then, it should all be a moot point." "You sound so sure of yourself," she noted, growing more concerned in the back of her mind. Did he know something she didn't? Had he secretly been able to work on his control in some way that she didn't know about? His reply was a moment later coming than it should have been. "I... am," he replied. But Mel's trained ear had caught the tiny bit of uncertainty in his voice. And it was that tiny bit of uncertainty that gave her a little bit of hope. She pounced on it. "But you're not sure!" Sheepishly, Chad was forced to admit. "I... Maybe," he finally conceded. Something inside of Mel gave a big sigh of relief. Since it was his last day, Mel decided to have him "help" her with her morning bath again... one of the big pleasures she had discovered about him, and one that she hadn't made nearly as much use of as she should have. Once again she had him remove his maid's dress so it wouldn't get wet. Then she blindfolded him again with the same scarf she had used on him last night in bed. The scarf still smelled a bit from her sexual exercise last night, but she didn't mind that aspect of it at all. She briefly wondered what he thought of it, but she didn't bother to ask. Once again, she let him use his talented hands to roam and "wash" her body... all over. But oddly, as much as she tried to enjoy it, she couldn't. And it wasn't anything at all that he was doing wrong. He was doing everything right, but she simply couldn't get into it. She tried to force herself to relax as his marvelous hands worked over her breasts. But her mind was too preoccupied instead with worrying about him winning the bet and what she could possibly do to prevent that. The result was that she was getting no pleasure at all out of her bath. Finally, frustrated with herself, she knocked his hands away. "That's enough Sissy!" she said with more sternness than she had intended. She stood up and grabbed her towel herself instead of letting him get it for her. She saw his hands groping to find it. "Don't bother Sissy, I've got it already," she told him. Chad wondered what he had done wrong. Was she mad at him about something? He had no clue. All he knew was that things seemed to be going just fine... and all of a sudden now, they weren't! "Move!" Mel ordered, again more sternly than she intended. Still on his knees and blind, Chad scrambled backwards. He heard Mel getting out of the tub and felt a few drops of water land on him. He dared ask. "Did I do something wrong Mistress?" Mel heard the worry in his voice. And it wasn't really him that was the problem... well, ultimately it was him, but for this, he wasn't really to blame at all. She was simply too worried that he might somehow win their bet. "No Sissy. There's no problem." She quickly dried herself off then wrapped herself in her robe. More forcefully than she probably should have, she ripped the blindfold from his head. "Get yourself another bottle," she ordered. "Don't let me catch you today without one in your mouth!" Knowing she was behaving badly, she walked out to get dressed. But was she behaving badly? He was a sissy! She was supposed to be the dominant one who always ordered him around and was perpetually cruel to him. Was there any such thing as behaving badly... for her? And yet, she knew her attitude hadn't been right. Yes, she was trying to drop little hints once in a while to let him know that she did appreciate what he did for her, but she wasn't supposed to be all nicey-nice all the time! Especially not to him! So why was she worried about it? Chad rubbed his head where the scarf had been tied around him. He picked the smelly thing up from the floor as he stood up and carried it over to the laundry hamper and dropped it in. Instead of heading straight out to get his baby bottle, he took the time to get redressed first. Without realizing it, he no longer felt all that interested in going to get his bottle right away and start drinking again. He didn't know what had happened with Mel. Things had been going so well today. Then all of a sudden she seemed to change - right in the middle of her bath no less! Had he done something wrong? He must have! Yet she said he didn't! There was just no figuring it out. He wandered out to the kitchen and found his latest bottle and put it to his mouth. He sucked on it automatically as he glanced around the kitchen and thought about where he should start to clean everything up - not that there was much to do. He did remember that Mel's breakfast dishes were still in her room. His bottle emptied and he removed it from his mouth. He started to walk toward the refrigerator to get another one, when he stopped himself. Why was he so worried about gaining any "reward" time today? Why bother? Today was his last day of servitude - the last day he had to worry about anything. And it was also the last day all his "correct" sexual equipment would be locked up. Tomorrow he would be free! Tomorrow everything on him would be free - including that locked up sexual equipment. Tomorrow, he would be free to play with himself to his heart's content! So what if he didn't gain any reward time today? Tomorrow he could have all the sexual release he wanted - all day long if he wanted! He just had to make sure he didn't get punished today. And some diapers could be miserably stubborn. Just thinking about Mel's stick hitting his tender backside over and over again sent a brief chill through his spine. No, he didn't need to worry about gaining any reward time today... but he did need to worry about getting punished. He didn't want that at all! Once again remembering how stubborn some of his diapers could be, he continued on toward the refrigerator where he grabbed another baby bottle of her lousy tea and automatically stuck it in his mouth. But reward time - why bother? With only her light robe still wrapped around her, Mel stared into her closet. What should she wear today? She wanted to just get dressed in a comfortable top and a pair of shorts, but unfortunately they had things to do today... places to be... chores that would, unfortunately, have to be done. And while none of it required her to dress up, she still didn't want to go out of the house not looking presentable. Sissy of course, was a different matter. But they wouldn't be leaving until this afternoon and she had the whole morning ahead of her. The whole morning to... do what... work with Sissy to make sure he became incontinent? It was a little late for that now. Besides, what more could she do with him than what she was doing already? Knowing that she wouldn't be going out just yet, she grabbed a comfortable top from her closet and opted for a pair of shorts from her dresser. She would change later... if she wanted to. Once dressed, she quickly pulled her hair back and headed out to see what Sissy was doing. She found him still in the kitchen cleaning up. But the one thing she wanted to see, she didn't. She didn't see his baby bottle in his mouth. Yes, he was working with both hands at the sink and the bottle in question was resting on the counter nearby. And yes, it looked like he had a valid reason for not drinking just then, but for some reason she was more afraid today to not see that bottle in his mouth. "Are you drinking enough?" she asked, a touch of worry in her voice. Chad pulled his hands out of the water and took a step back before curtseying. "Yes Mistress. Plenty." Curtsey. "I hope so," Mel replied. She hesitated a split second before her next words left her mouth. "I want to see you gain all the reward time you can again." All the reward time? But today, Chad couldn't have cared less about any reward time he might gain. But what could he say? He curtseyed. "Thank you, Mistress." Curtsey. Mel only nodded and looked between his bottle on the counter and the few dishes that still remained to be done. "Go ahead and finish up Sissy," she said. Then more forcefully, "And finish that bottle too!" Chad quickly curtseyed and replied, "Yes Mistress." Then before she could get away he asked, "Can I get the breakfast dishes from your room now?" Curtsey. Mel merely waved her hand as she turned away. "Of course." Chad quickly turned the water off at the sink and hurried off toward her bedroom... all without touching his baby bottle. "You better not be late getting that diaper to leak!" Mel called after him as she realized his bottle was still sitting on the counter untouched. Chad wasn't exactly ignoring her, he just chose not to bother stopping to curtsey and reply that he understood. A minute later, he was carrying her breakfast tray out of her bedroom and back toward the kitchen. He saw Mel watching him intently as she picked her laptop up off of her desk. Once the tray was out of his hands, he did pause to pick up his bottle to take a swig. Mel did have a point, he had a feeling he didn't want to find out how badly she could punish him if his diaper didn't leak on time. And the mood she suddenly seemed to be in today had him worried. Mel tried to look over some of her work, but she was having a hard time concentrating. Exasperated, she gave up - temporarily. She set her laptop aside and got up from her couch where she had stretched out a bit. They had things to do this afternoon, and one of those things required her to phone ahead to set up. She grabbed her phone and headed to the bedroom. Her eyes automatically checked on Sissy. He was currently in the laundry area with a fairly fresh bottle in his mouth... while his other hand was sorting through clothes before putting them into the washing machine. Her bedroom looked a bit different than when she was in there to get dressed. Sissy had been though a few minutes earlier and her bed was beautifully made - neat as a pin. Everything looked picked up and dusted. Perfect! She could have closed the door to make sure he wouldn't hear her conversation, but it was a subject that really didn't matter that much. She was fairly sure he wouldn't be able to hear her anyway. She dialed the number, spoke to one person, and had to wait a fairly long time to speak to someone else, then finally relayed what she wanted. She had to go through it again so that the person fully understood what she wanted, then she was turned back over to the first person she had talked with to relay more information. All in all, what should have taken about two minutes, took nearly ten! But in the end, there were no problems. Good! One thing down. Lots more to go. She headed back out to the living room. Sissy was still holding his bottle to his mouth with one hand while he now poured detergent into the washer with his other hand. "Do you have enough bottles to get through the day?" she asked. Chad turned at the question. He had to consider it a bit before answering. After a moment, he curtseyed. "I think so," he replied. "It should be close enough." Curtsey... bottle back in the mouth. Mel shook her head. "Close is not good enough!" She headed straight for the kitchen. She needed something to do and making more tea for him would fill that bill nicely. It wasn't until she was pouring the hot green tea from her big pot into a pitcher that Sissy finally came hurrying into the kitchen to tell her he was leaking. She immediately glanced at the clock and noticed that he had missed getting any reward time by four full minutes. "You're not drinking enough!" she declared with a hint of anger in her voice. "I want you to get all the reward time you can today!" But Chad knew that what she really wanted was to make sure he kept wetting so much that he would have no chance of controlling himself. He curtseyed, "Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress." Curtsey. "Excuse me Robin." Startled, Robin turned quickly at the unexpected interruption. Geez! She had been working so hard on a few updates that needed to be done that she hadn't heard anyone approaching! "Ray!" she exclaimed. "You scared me a bit." Ray immediately brought out his "charming" smile. "Sorry. I just..." But Robin was too worried about him asking more about Chad and his bet. She quickly raised her hand to stop him from saying anything else. "If you're here to ask about Chad and his bet again, then don't bother. I can't tell you anything!" The smile on Ray's face was far more genuine this time. "I am... sort of. Actually, I have a favor to ask." "But I can't tell you anything!" Robin insisted. "I didn't ask anything yet," Ray replied, still with that broad smile of his. Robin backed off. "What is it?" she asked... warily. "Do you by chance know Mel's friend Gloria?" "Gloria?" Robin was very surprised at that question. "Sure. We've talked a few times." "Can you pass on something to her for me?" "Why can't you just call her yourself?" "I have my reasons." Robin wasn't sure, but she thought she saw a touch of something... mischievous... on his face. Tentatively, she said, "I guess it depends on what it is." "Just call her and tell her that I was here asking about Chad and his bet with Mel again. That's all." Robin was totally confused. "So are you asking now?" Ray considered that. "No, not really... unless you want to tell me anything." "No! I don't know anything!" Robin insisted, a little too quickly. Ray realized that Robin probably did know more than she was telling... or willing to tell, but he just let it drop. "So can you pass on that information for me? I can give you her number if you need it." But none of it was making any sense yet to Robin. "No, I've got her phone number. I can call her, but I don't understand. You want me to tell her you're asking about the bet... but you're not asking? Ray, that makes no sense!" Ray's "charming" smile was immediately back again. "It does to me. And I think it will to Gloria too." "So are you going to explain it to me?" Ray acted like he was considering it, when actually he was doing nothing of the sort. "Ummm... No." With a flash of an even broader smile, he walked away. Robin was left staring at the empty entrance to her cubicle while she tried to make sense of it. But she couldn't! So she immediately picked up her phone and called Gloria's number... and left a message for Gloria to call her back as soon as possible. "You're not drinking again!" Mel yelled from the couch where she was once again failing to concentrate on any of the "work" she had wanted to do. She had just glanced up at him as he worked on the laundry and noticed the bottle wasn't in his mouth. Chad wasn't exactly surprised, but he was a bit perturbed. He curtseyed. "But I need both hands to pull the clothes out of the washer." Curtsey. "I don't care!" Mel shot back. "Keep drinking!" Chad curtseyed and put the bottle back in his mouth. Geez Mel was in a mood today. She wasn't letting up on him one little bit! He hadn't been exactly worried about running out of bottles earlier, and now there was no chance at all that he could possibly run out - compliments of Mel. Not that running out would be a problem anyway. He could always fill some with water. But Mel preferred him to drink her lousy green tea - tea that he knew would keep him peeing like crazy! Which he pretty much was doing anyway, even though he rarely ever felt himself doing it anymore. His diapers continually kept getting wetter and wetter without him having the fun of feeling himself wetting them. Having no chance to even try to hold back because he had to remain so focused on getting his diapers to leak on time, his body now dribbled the pee almost continually. Yes, he was wetting himself - constantly. But it was just in such small amounts that he could no longer feel himself doing it. And one thing was for sure, Mel wasn't slacking off one little bit today! "Hi Robin. It's Gloria. You called?" "Oh yes! Hi Gloria." "Are you still going to be able to judge Mel and Chad's little bet on Saturday?" Gloria asked immediately. "Um... yes, of course," Robin replied. She should have realized that Gloria would immediately think that judging the bet was the reason she had called in the first place. "Oh. Then what's up?" "Um... the strangest thing happened here a little while ago, and I can't make heads or tails of it." "What's that?" "Ray was here again!" "Ray!" Gloria's voice suddenly held a bit of an edge. "Was he asking about Mel's money or their bet again?" "Well, that's just it! He asked me to call you for him... and tell you that he was here asking about it... but he didn't ask about it! He just wanted me to tell you he was asking about it. And it makes no sense at all!" The phone in Robin's hand was silent for a few moments. Robin was about to ask if Gloria was still there when she heard sound erupting from the ear piece. Surprised, she pulled the phone away from her ear to stare at the thing... as she continued to listen to the sound of Gloria's laughter. Nine minutes! He had nine minutes of reward time now... and he wasn't even trying. Not only that, he had missed gaining any from one of his diapers earlier that morning. And today he couldn't care less about gaining the "reward" time. The problem was Mel. She had been hounding him all morning to keep drinking. More... more... more! She never let up. It was almost as if she was panicked over it somehow. So what choice did he have, he had to keep drinking. And consequently... peeing. "Pull your legs up," Mel said as she waited with the open jar of suppositories. Ugh! This was the part he hated the most. The damn suppositories! Why did she have to keep shoving them up him? Why? At least today would be the last day. Today would be the end of it all. As he pulled his legs up, widely exposing his backside so she could shove her finger... along with the miserable little pill... up inside of him, he wondered if she would put another one up there again tonight. She had been doing it for so long now that there was probably enough of those things still left in him that he wouldn't be able to control himself for a week! At least she didn't have anything like that to use on his peeing. Oh! Yes she did! All the damn bottles she made him drink. Way too many! Way, way too many! But what choice did he have? But tomorrow... Tomorrow it would all be over with and he would be free to regain all his control. His peeing control, he was pretty sure he could get back quickly. Probably in just a few hours. But with all that glycerin still up inside of him, that part might take a bit longer. Fortunately, that was only part of the equation. She had to make him totally incontinent. So his peeing was going to be the biggest factor. And fortunately, it was also the one thing he was sure he could manage to regain - fast! "Okay, put your legs down," Mel told him. He lowered his legs and enjoyed the sensation of having someone else diaper him - just like a helpless baby. He didn't often take the time to appreciate the act. Only now when it was all about to be over with did it sink in how nice a thing it was. The stuff of fantasies. But then, he was living a dream right now. But it was a dream that was about to end. He felt her pulling the diaper tight and tape it firmly in place. "All done Sissy," she said. "Now get back up on your perch while I finish my lunch." Chad could have done without that part. Yet, being banished to his perch in the corner still held some sexual excitement for him as well. It too was a part of the fantasy dream that was now ending. And it too would be something he would miss when it was all over. Robin poked her head around the entrance to Ray's office. "Excuse me Ray," she said rather musically. It was all she could do to keep a straight face, let alone the stern expression that Gloria had asked her to use. "What is it, Robin?" Ray asked rather expectantly. Robin did her best to sound stern, but she was still having too much trouble not cracking up. "I have a message to pass on from Gloria. She said to tell you, don't forget Saturday night, and she still expects a very expensive dinner and you better not forget that she wants to go dancing too." Ray smiled. "You can tell her for me that I won't forget." "And she said you better look really good Saturday because she's buying a new dress just for the occasion!" Robin couldn't contain her laugher any longer and broke out in giggles. "Tell her that..." "You can tell her yourself!" Robin interrupted, still giggling. "I'm out of it now!" She left him then to go back to her desk. But all she could think about was what she was going to tell all the girls in the break room! Mel stood back against the counter as she so often did and watched him eating his baby-food lunch. So funny. So... strange! "I would kiss you till your body shudders... and you know how I feel about you." Unbidden, the words came once again to her mind. And inwardly, she shuddered. Such wonderful words. Such a wonderful sentiment. And... he had done just that. He had backed up his words with his actions. Amazingly. And yet... yet... when it was all over... he still hadn't said that he loved her. He still hadn't used the word... "love." And most of all, he still hadn't said that he wanted to stay with her... to do her bidding... no matter how the bet came out. And yet... and yet... he had said those beautiful words, and he had backed them up with what he had done! Was she reading too much into it? Was she making a mistake? She didn't know. She watched as he put down his spoon and picked up the second of the two baby bottles she had placed on his tray. He had managed to finish his lunch without spilling any again and with only a small spot of something orange - whatever it was - on his cheek. How had it gotten that far from his mouth? She remembered the days, not too long ago, when he had spilled more with that ridiculous little spoon than he managed to get into his mouth. But practice and time had prevailed and he now usually managed to get most of what he was supposed to eat - actually into his mouth. Fortunately, the sight alone of him having to eat that way... like an infant... was enough for her. He was... hilarious! She sipped her coffee slowly, while he sucked furiously from his bottle. Her eyes, and his eyes, met. They watched each other constantly. Neither of them looked away. As if... as if they were locked into some greater battle together and neither of them was willing to look away first. Competitors! And Mel knew that that in itself was one of the difficult parts about this bet. The fact that, despite what everyone would think, neither of them wanted to lose. On the surface, someone might think that because he was so submissive, Chad would just give in and decide to lose - purposely. But the truth was that he wasn't the type to give in at all that way. As submissive as he was, he was still stubborn and he liked to win! There would be no help for her from that angle at all. Unfortunately. And she figured a lot of his determination stemmed from the fact that he wanted some things in his life that he wasn't willing to live without - at least it seemed he didn't want to live without them for very long. They were things that he didn't know she knew about him. Things she dared not let him know that she knew because of the way she had found out. Three important puzzles that she had still not figured out how to solve - self-respect, friends, and a life. Her mind briefly puzzled over each of them again, but she got no closer to the answer at all. Every one of them seemed to conflict with his sissy personality. How could he want those things so badly... and yet want to be a sissy too? It didn't make sense. But somehow, it did to him. Self-respect, friends, and a life - versus - being a sissy. And last night he had whispered those beautiful words... "I would kiss you till your body shudders... and you know how I feel about you." And now she herself was confused. Not to mention that she still wasn't sure that what she intended to do with him was right - demote him to a life of servitude and humiliation. Too many puzzles. Too many things she couldn't figure out. And no time left to find the answers. People always said women were hard to figure out. Women weren't hard at all. Try figuring out a sissy! The sound of his bottle emptying broke the connection between them, restoring everything back to normal... or as normal as things were for them. She set her coffee cup down and grabbed a paper towel. She wet it slightly before taking it to him and wiping the orange mess off his face. "How did you ever get your food so far from your mouth?" she chided. Chad said nothing. He knew she was only teasing. Having to eat the way he did, there was no telling where some of the food might wind up. With his face and hands clean, she finally removed his bib and freed him from the chair. As he slid down, the pressure forced his one wet diaper up harder between his legs. He was forced to take notice of how wet it was... already. He took further stock of his diaper as he stood on his feet. One thing that this bet had taught him, was to be able to feel just how wet his diaper was while wearing it. Too much practice! Way too much! Mel grabbed another bottle from her refrigerator and handed it to him. "Clean up the kitchen now Sissy while I get changed. We've got a lot of errands to run this afternoon. And you better do it all with that bottle in your mouth!" Errands? What errands could they possibly need to run today? And how was he supposed to wash dishes while using one hand to hold his bottle in his mouth? Dumb! He smiled as he curtseyed. "Yes Mistress." Curtsey. The bottle went into his mouth... and came right back out again as soon as she left the kitchen and was out of sight. What errands? Chad had just finishing the dishes when Mel came back into the kitchen wearing jeans and a pair of sneakers. He could tell though that she had added a bit of makeup and her hair now hung loose instead of being bound behind her head. She looked... really good, not to mention sexy, despite the fact that she was obviously dressing a bit down for wherever they were going. Mel first checked how much tea was left in the bottle he was drinking. "Why isn't that bottle done yet?" she asked. Her question caught him off guard. Curtsey. "I haven't had time," he replied honestly, somewhat surprised at her question. Curtsey. The fact that he hadn't bothered constantly drinking from it while he had done the dishes didn't even enter his mind. "Well, hurry up!" Mel ordered rather impatiently. Instead of answering, Chad began drinking again while she practically glared at him. What was up with her today? It took him less than two minutes to finish the bottle. After which, Mel went directly to the refrigerator and pulled out another one and actually waited until she saw him put it to his mouth and start drinking again. Then she went back to the refrigerator and grabbed more bottles, handing one to Sissy while she held another four in her own hands. "Let's go Sissy," she said. "We have things to do today." Chad followed her out to the living room where she took the extra bottle from him and personally stuck it, along with the ones from her hands, into his diaper bag. Chad was only glad that she wasn't packing any baby food in there today... so at least they would be home by dinner time. Hopefully. Without saying anything else, Mel led them out the door. Chad followed carrying his purse and his diaper bag... while still acting like he was drinking from his baby bottle. She led them, not down to her car, but straight to his apartment where she waited next to the door until he unlocked it. As she had done the day before she headed straight for his bedroom while he was still setting his things down on the floor. He quickly began to worry about what she planned for him to wear. By the time he got to the bedroom - baby bottle again in his mouth, she was already staring at the clothes in his closet... but not all the clothes. The only place she was staring at was the area where he kept all his silly sissy dresses. "Now... what will it be today?" she mused out loud. Actually, she knew exactly which dress she was going to put him in today, but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun playing with him first. She quickly pounced on his pink sissy dress with all the ruffles - the one they had taken to the cleaner's yesterday. She pulled it out and held it up as she announced, "This..." then she went right back to his closet with her other hand and grabbed his more babyish pink and white dress and held that out as well. "Or this!" Then she turned toward him, holding both sissy dresses out, as if she expected him to give her an answer. She thought she saw his face turn a little "green," but it was hard to tell with the baby bottle blocking much of it. Chad gasped despite the bottle in his mouth. Both dresses were an absolute nightmare! Yesterday had been bad enough when he had worn his blue sissy dress all over the mall, and now it looked like today she was going to subject him to another day of total humiliation. She was still staring at him as if she expected an answer. Was he supposed to choose? As much as he hated it, his arm shakily rose and he pointed at the sissy dress with all the annoying ruffles. He chose that one only because the other dress would leave his diapers totally on display - all the time! And that thought alone made it much, much worse! Mel smiled as she held the more babyish dress, the dress he hadn't chosen, out in front of her. "Good choice," she said happily. Then she proceeded to put the ruffled dress, the dress that Chad had chosen, back in the closet again. "I'm so glad you picked this one," she said happily as she brought the dress over toward him. Chad went weak in the knees as he realized that she actually seemed to be planning on taking him out somewhere in that dress. His eyes pleaded with her. His mouth gaped open a bit. And his teeth bit down a little too much on the bottle nipple in his mouth, causing some of the tea to squirt out when he wasn't prepared for it - resulting in it dripping out past his lips to run down his chin. Mel laughed. "Oh how perfect! You're already getting into the baby spirit," she exclaimed. "I can see that you can't wait!" Can't wait? Chad wanted to run! But there was no place to run to. He quickly pulled the bottle out of his mouth and wiped the slobber from his chin with his arm. This was not going to be an easy day! And just thinking about what horrors it could possibly bring sent a wave a sexual excitement though him, enough that he could almost feel something sliding in and out of his backside. Mel pulled the zipper down on his maid's dress for him, exposing his totally soaked diaper underneath. She watched that diaper carefully as he continued to "slowly" get undressed. The thing sure looked like it could start leaking at any moment. She glanced at the time. It was a little early yet, but it was starting to get into the time range when he could possibly start leaking soon. But she said nothing about it. A few seconds later, she was pulling the babyish pink creation over his head and pulling it down into place. Chad was so worried about going out in that dress, that as soon as it was fastened, he felt himself peeing a little bit from his nervousness. A very pleasant sensation, but as usual, all too brief. A few minutes later, he was also wearing a pair of frilly socks and his pink high- heeled shoes to go with the dress. He felt... silly. He felt... nervous. He felt... scared. He felt... totally sexually alive! So many nervous emotions, all coursing through him at the same time. "Don't forget your pacifier... baby," Mel teased as she walked out toward the door. Chad followed her out of the bedroom... somewhat reluctantly, his nervousness growing with every step he took. Knowing he would have to, he transferred his wallet and keys from his nice purse - his big purse - to his tiny silly sissy purse that was meant for a child. He plucked the pacifier out that was already in there from yesterday to show her. "Leave it in your purse for now," Mel said. "I want to see you drinking from your bottle instead." She waited as he stuck the bottle to his mouth with one hand, then threw his diaper bag over his shoulder with his other hand, and then grabbed his tiny silly purse with that same hand. With a broad smile, she opened the door. As he took his first nervous step towards the outside, Chad felt himself peeing yet again. His stomach was doing flip-flops as he stepped out into the broad daylight. He was so nervous about being seen in that dress that... Uh oh! "Mistress!" he called quickly, stopping right where he was. He saw Mel turn back toward him from the top of the stairs where she had just started descending. "I'm leaking!" Mel had known he was very close. She had just figured that she would be changing him at their first stop. Although how she was going to actually manage that, she didn't have a clue. She supposed that it was better that he was leaking now instead of later. Besides, he might have started leaking in her car just as easily, and that wouldn't have been exactly good. She nodded towards him. "Let's go back inside and you can change there." Chad was grateful. Not only for the chance to change his diaper, but also for the short reprieve before he had to go out wearing the horribly embarrassing dress he had on. "And you've just gained yourself another four minutes of reward time," Mel declared happily. Great! The one day he didn't really care about getting any reward time was turning out to be the one day it was piling up faster than ever! Instead of Mel helping him change, she just stood nearby and watched as he changed his own diaper. At least the dress he was wearing didn't get in the way too much. It couldn't! It was too short! Five minutes later, baby bottle back in his mouth and his embarrassing diaper fully on display - below an even more embarrassing dress - he was putting his diaper bag in the back seat of Mel's car and climbing into the front seat. He wanted to ask where they were going, but he figured he'd find out soon enough. Too soon! The phone call Mel had made earlier that day was to the nail salon. She had changed their appointment from Friday evening to today. Actually, they told her to just come in anytime since they would be coming in the early afternoon when the salon wasn't so busy. When they arrived, Chad was a little surprised to find out where they were. Why was she having his nails done again today? Was she trying to humiliate him even more for the final few hours remaining? Was she going to have them spell out "Sissy" on his nails once again for his last day? That's what it seemed like. Dressed as he was, he now realized that Mel was going to make his last day as memorable as possible. So what new horror did she have planned for his nails this time? He was mildly surprised however when Mel didn't get out of the car right away. He turned and saw her looking at him. "We'll wait till you finish that bottle before we go in," she told him. "Then you can just keep your pacifier in your mouth till we get out of there." Chad wasn't sure what would have been worse, drinking from his bottle or having his pacifier in his mouth the whole time. He finally decided the pacifier would be worse. It would be in his mouth the entire time he was in there, whereas with the bottle, he would have to put it down while they worked on his hands. As he finished the last half of the bottle in his mouth, he reflected on how humiliating it was going to be for him to get out of the car dressed as he was. For the last two months, it seemed like every single day had brought increasing levels of humiliation. And now, this was quickly starting to look like it could be the worst day yet! He had endured an incredible amount in the last two months. Could he endure getting out of the car dressed as he was as well? Yes, he had done it before in what he had on, but that didn't make it any easier at all. Yet he knew he would do it again... just as he had done everything else Mel had made him do. His bottle finally emptied, but his hand was slow to put it down. Both hands were even slower as he opened his silly little purse and fished out his pacifier. The silly thing went into his mouth easy enough, but looking up toward Mel to signify that he was ready was much harder. This was going to be... embarrassing! Getting out of the car in this dress - with his diaper fully on display... having to keep the pacifier in his mouth the whole time - was going to be major embarrassing! And somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered where they would be going after this... a thought he purposely tried not to think about. Chad was much slower getting out of the car than Mel was, only because he had to pause a moment to find the courage. He left his diaper bag behind on the back seat. He wouldn't be needing it now anyway. High heeled step after high heeled step, he followed Mel toward the door to the nail salon - and then inside with her. The place wasn't as busy as it usually was. There was nobody in the waiting area, but as Chad looked around, he saw his usual nail tech working in the back on someone else's hands. Mel's usual technician greeted them and Mel spoke to her for a moment before turning back to him. "Looks like you're going to have to wait here for a few minutes," she told him. "But your tech shouldn't be too much longer." Chad curtseyed, but didn't say anything. He took a seat in the waiting area as Mel followed her nail tech toward the back. Sitting alone, he felt horribly and embarrassingly exposed since the waiting area was right in front of the large plate glass windows! He felt like he was stuck in the window - on display. He held his tiny purse in his lap, hoping that would be big enough to hide his already noticeably wet diaper. It helped, but not by much. His head didn't turn much, but his eyes darted nervously back and forth, mostly looking out the large window that kept him on display for whoever might walk past. He was so uncomfortable the whole time he sat there that he barely realized he was sucking nervously on his pacifier. He was so intent on worrying about who might see him through the large window, that he didn't notice when the woman his nail tech had been working on came back to the front to pay her bill. He didn't notice her that is, until she let out a startled... "Oh my!" He turned his head quickly to see who had said it. His face turned a bit redder as he saw the woman staring at him as if she was trying vainly to make sense of him... of which, he knew she probably couldn't. "Goodness!" the woman exclaimed with a giggle. "Don't you look... precious." Then she giggled again. Past the woman, Chad could see his usual nail tech looking on, trying to stifle her own laughter. Slowly, Chad got to his feet. Then he curtseyed and removed the pacifier from his mouth. "Thank you," he replied in his silly sissy voice before replacing his pacifier and curtseying again. The woman broke out in a guffaw of laughter as she stared closer at the way he was dressed. "I think someone has a wet diaper that needs changing!" she noted with some amusement. His face growing redder, Chad curtseyed again and removed his pacifier. "It's not too bad yet," he replied before replacing his pacifier and curtseying again. The woman only laughed harder. Fortunately, she turned then and paid her bill. Chad remained standing, knowing he would be going back in a moment to have his nails worked on. The woman paid her bill and turned to go, but not before stopping to reach out and touch his dress, pulling on the hem of it just a bit so she could see it better. "Absolutely precious!" she declared again before heading toward the door. Even though her back was to him as she walked out, Chad curtseyed one more time, although he didn't bother removing his pacifier or saying anything. "Ready?" his nail tech asked from behind the counter. Chad was more than ready. At least heading toward the back he wouldn't be quite so on-display as he was now. He did note that not only was his nail tech giggling as he followed her back to one of the large chairs, but so was every other woman in the place - including Mel! He was glad to finally sit down so his diaper wouldn't be quite so visible. However, after he sat down and his nail tech started to remove his shoes and socks for him, he realized that she would be looking almost straight at his wet diaper the entire time she was working on his feet. As far as he could see, there was no way she couldn't look at it - not to mention how wet it was slowly getting. And he did see her glancing up at it - frequently as she started working on his toenails. He said nothing though. What could he say? Besides, it was easier to remain silent with the pacifier in his mouth. He was long accustomed to having the nail polish removed from his toes first. It was only routine. What he wasn't prepared for was after she removed the pale pink color, she immediately put his shoes and socks back on his feet and buckled the shoes in place - without putting any polish on his toes again. He was so surprised that he asked without removing his pacifier, "No polish?" "Not today," his tech replied. "Mel tell me earlier, no polish today. Just take off." No polish! And today was his last day! Mel was letting him off easy after all! If you could call being out in public dressed as ridiculously as he was - easy. His fingernails were next. The color went quickly, but after that, the remaining length was cut back - very short. Chad figured that she cut them shorter than he usually did before the bet had started. He thought that she was done then, but a minute later, she had him soaking his nails in a bowl of something that would loosen the glue from the acrylic nails that still topped his fingers. "Just let them soak," his nail tech said. "I be back later to check on you." The wait was long and boring. The only thing Chad really had to concentrate on was how wet his diaper was getting again - even though he knew it had a very long way to go before it would leak. But when you don't have much else to think about, little things like that can be big things. The tech finally came back and began prying the acrylic nails off of his fingers. It took a long time, but eventually, his real nails were exposed. The tech took the time to clean and condition them and then she even buffed them a bit. But she didn't add any kind of polish or color to them at all. When she was done, Chad stared at his hands. With no polish, they didn't look very feminine anymore. He thought that the short length of his nails made them look even worse. Man hands! Not lady hands. He was surprised at how much he missed having his hands look "pretty." He knew it was going to take him a while to get used to them being "manly" again. He was surprised at how much less feminine he suddenly felt. No more pretty hands. Mel had taken that away from him... and he already missed it. Mel was sitting alone in the waiting area when Chad came back to the front. He looked - ridiculous. Totally ridiculous! In that darling little too-short dress, with his wet diaper on display, the sweet little ruffled socks on his feet with those pink high heeled shoes, the tiny little girl purse in his hand, and of course the pacifier in his mouth, there was simply no other way to describe him. Ridiculous! And she loved every little bit of it! He curtseyed for her, but he said nothing else to her as he turned to pay his bill before curtseying for the nail tech and thanking her... and curtseying again. She watched it all silently. She would have thought that he would look more elated to have the embarrassi