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Strict and Stern, Firm and Fair #30-24

The sting of her thick leather belt never failed to get him back in line.

For any male who thinks that they will be prepared for what happens when they consent to entering into a chastity agreement with their Goddess or partner, think again. Nothing you will do, have done, will think or imagine can prepare you for what will unfold.

So am i saying to steer clear of that momentous decision? Absolutely not!

The moment your Mistress takes ownership of your cock is exciting but nothing like the onset of the deeper feeling of being owned and denied by The Woman who chose to be your Owner with your consent. If you haven’t already looked upon Her as your Goddess you will rapidly do so by some irresistible force that binds you to Her.

You will very quickly want to do everything in your power to please Her and will go to extraordinary lengths to do so. Very soon you will worship the ground she walks on and hanker for every titbit of attention and affection that She will deign to throw your way. Just remember that whilst your Lady may appreciate this outpouring of adoration She must be allowed space to breathe and to choose when you are part of Her intentions. This is the lot of the male in chastity.

You are in this cage for a reason. It is the physical stamp that signifies that your sexual wants and needs have become secondary, nay inconsequential, so get used to it. The needs of the submissive male are outweighed by the greater power of the Female Authority who now demands and deserves all the pleasure, fulfillment, orgasms or anything else She desires. Eventually the chaste male will begin to realize that Her pleasure is your pleasure and therefore when given selflessly your efforts to please Her have their own reward.

You will find as The Lady On Top grows in confidence She will surprise you with Her demeanour and Her inventiveness though as She is now driving this relationship your place is to now follow and serve, not direct, so embrace your journey whatever it may bring. You will discover parts of your body and mind you never believed possible as together you tap this rich vein of life. In your chaste state one of your driving goals will become not to disappoint The Lady and all you have achieved under Her guidance.

When you do fail in any way you must be prepared to go through torture and pain as penance; in fact you will crave it to prove your worthiness as you will for any touch or caress, whip, cane and paddle strike, rejoicing when you have colouring or marks to display proving your worth. At the very least each punishment will likely fit the crime so you should endure these with a view to making you a better submissive.

In the same way your humiliation and embarrassment will reinforce your inferior status in your mind and make the transition to Owned property more complete. Any degradation you suffer at the hands of the Higher Female Power before you will give you such a thrill just to be in her presence.

What a Girl Wants

Your best friend smiles sweetly at you as you waddle to her, grateful the music is loud enough to drown out the crinkling of your diaper.

Your loaded diaper.

You wonder if she saw you squatting down behind the bar, filling your diaper. You had been so careful finding a secluded space to do your business.

It wasn’t easy—the bar was busy as ever for a Saturday afternoon. But you’d even managed to slip away from Daddy! Surely nobody saw you!

Yet, as you approached Jen, you weren’t so sure.

Does she know?

“Hey, cutie!” Jen said happily over the Kesha song in the background, “You hear the song? This used to be our jam!”

It had been your jam, back in college. When you two were inseparable. All those memories came flooding back.

Those were the days.

Back when you wore bikinis, drank cheap vodka, and closed bars together. Back when you used to compete to see who could get the most numbers from boys, laughing at their desperate, pathetic attempts to hook up with you.

People say it’s time to grow up after you graduate college. Jen did—but not you.

“Sweetie?” Jen asked, “Earth to Emmy?”

You snapped out of your reverie—back to reality and your messy diaper.

“What? Oh, yeah!” you answered, “Gosh, this song reminds me of Spring Break! I miss it!”

Jen smiled again. You tried to hide your jealousy. Jen looked so beautiful in her bikini—and there you were, hoping to hide your bulging, messy diaper.

She takes a breath. “Emmy…come here,” she says seriously, “What’s going on? You’re hiding something…”

You take a tentative step forward. “A-am not!” you say too quickly, sounding more like a toddler than adult.

Jen laughs. “Oh? You’re not, are you? Then I see no reason why you’d be nervous for me to check that diaper of yours.”

“Jen!” you shriek, looking around nervously to see if anyone heard, “No!”

“I’m not gonna ask again, Emmy. Turn around. Now.”

Red-faced and near tears, you obey your best friend. You stand in front of her and move to turn around so she could check your diaper.

Before you do, Jen puts both hands on your shoulders, a stern, yet maternal look on her face.

“Honey, I’m not trying to embarrass you, okay? Your Daddy asked me to keep an eye on you. And that’s what I’m doing. Don’t think I didn’t see you at the bar. Were you making pushies?”

You summon all your strength to not cry. You can’t believe your best friend in the world now treats no differently than a toddler. And asked you—in public—if you made “pushies.”

“Y-yes, Jen,” you sigh.

“Thank you for being honest, honey,” Jen says turning you around, “I need to see if you’re about to have a blowout, though.”

Your face burns as you feel Jen lifting the back of your skirt with one hand, prodding at it with the other. It’s too much. You cover your face, unwilling to see if your infantile display has an audience.

“Looks like you’re fine for now, Emmy,” Jen said, playfully tapping your diaper, “But we should find your Daddy before you stink up the bar!”

“O-okay….,” you whisper, still covering your face.

“Oh, stop being so embarrassed, Emmy. This what you wanted!”

“I-I…I didn’t want…this!” you squeal, losing the battle against your tears.

“Emmy, come on. You asked Brad—I mean your Daddy—to wear diapers! You loved being his little princess! What changed?”

“Everything,” you thought to yourself.

Jen wasn’t wrong about that. But it wasn’t supposed to end like this. You didn’t mean to go this far.

“Everyone just treats me like a big baby now!” you scream, tears flowing down your cheeks, diaper swaying as you stomp your feet.

“Do you hear yourself, Emmy?” Jen said softly, “You’re throwing a tantrum at a bar in a poopy diaper while everyone watches! And you expect us to treat you any different?”

“Not a tantrum! I don’t want to wear diapers!”

Jen sighed, genuine sadness in her eyes. “Sweetie. Your diapers aren’t for fun anymore. You need them. You did this to yourself! What did you expect?”

“But! But!” you continue to sob, “Not a ba—mpgh.”

A pacifier is placed in your mouth, silencing you.

“Sounds like someone needs a nap,” Daddy says, “Sorry, Jen. I should’ve known she was due for a tantrum.”

Jen laughs, “I think she needs a new diaper first, Brad. Poor thing loaded her diaper a few minutes ago.”

Daddy lifts your skirt before you can react. Your diaper is unceremoniously checked for the second time in minutes.

“Pee-yew, Peanut!” Daddy says, “We better clean that tush, pronto!”

Jen stops Daddy. “I don’t know about the men’s room, but the women’s bathroom has a dedicated changing pad. It’ll be tight, but Emmy can fit. I don’t mind changing her!”

“Are you sure, Jen?” Daddy asks skeptically, “That diaper is full of her poopy!”

“Really, Brad, it’s no big deal! She’s my best friend! We’ve been friends since we were in diapers! I guess some things never change, huh Emmy?”

You’re startled back into focus. “I..ummm….”

“Here’s her diaper bag. Be generous with the cream, something tells me this won’t be her last stinky today.”

Jen grabs your diaper bag from Daddy, reaching her hand out for you. “Grab my hand, cutie. Don’t want you getting lost with a poopy diaper!”

You sheepishly take her hand, ignoring the laughing of the crowd.

“Don’t mind them, Emmy,” Jen coos, “They just think you’re adorable with your diaper dropping below your skirt. You’re still as popular as you were in college!”

“Hush now, Stephen. It’s just a little picture to send to my girlfriends…..I’ve been telling them for ages that my new stepson is adorable.”

“Especially in my panties and high heels.”

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