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Bittersweet Symphony

For most people, seeing her in this position, leaning over you, dressed like this, would be a highlight of their life.

But not for you.

No, wild as it seems, this was a punishment for talking back to her in front of her friends.

You had long since been denied the ability to be with her, to feel her skin on yours, hear her trembling, passionate breaths as she slowly, methodically moves her body on yours.

You lived in perpetual longing for her.

She unceremoniously dragged you into the bathroom, pulling your shirt off before yanking down your pants, exposing your thick, swollen diaper. She moaned softly—tantalizingly in your ear.

You knew this was too good to be true.

Because it was.

For the first time in years, she grinded on you, your wet diaper squelching with every thrust. You were consumed by pleasure. Your mind practically short-circuiting in bliss.

Just as your pleasure was reaching its climax, she stopped.

You opened your eyes to find a dangerous, foreboding grin plastered on her face.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you finish, right?” she said ominously, “Not after what you pulled back there. You don’t get rewarded for that.”

You don’t answer. You knew better.

“But you do get punished. And my friends and I have just the punishment. Wanna hear it?”

“I..y-yes, Mommy,” you say defeated.

“Good boy. You’re gonna march out of this bathroom in nothing but that soggy diaper that doesn’t hide your…excitement. And you’re gonna apologize to my friends for being a disrespectful brat.”

Terror paralyzes you. Of course, they knew you were in diapers, but they had never seen them. “B-b-but…Mommy no, please!”

“Hush,” she hissed, “you will do as you're told. But I haven’t even told you the best part!”

You shiver at the threat.

“The girls wanna see if you make cummies in your diaper without anyone touching you. So, you’ll stand there and listen to them teasing and humiliating you about your diapers and how pathetic you are.”

“Mommy!” you squeal.

“What did I just say? You will stand there until you make stickies to your own humiliation and truly become the pathetic boy I know you are! And the winner—whoever gets you to bust your widdle load—gets to change you in front of everyone! It’s so exciting!”

“No, please! I’m sorry, Mommy! I won’t talk back ever again!”

“Too late, little one,” she says pulling you up, “let’s go.”

"So we swap subs and the locked boys try to lick up to an orgasm?

Yep! And the first girl to cum loses and she unlocks the winner and gives him an orgasm?

Sounds good to me, but let's make it fun. The loser gets the rest of the winner's chastity sentence added to his?

Done! I will let you know though my sub is very talented with his tounge and he's still got 8 months in chastity.

So is mine, but he's got 14 months left! Game on!”

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Hiding

Naturally, I knew the police were looking for me, so when I was walking down the street and saw the police car moving toward me, I put my head down and casually moved down an alley between shops. Once out of sight of the road, I ran down the alley, then ducked into an abandoned building, ran through it, then across a vacant lot, down some stairs to a culvert, through the culvert, then through an industrial area and hid in another abandoned building. I waited for the sun to go down, confident I had avoided capture.

Once it got dark outside, I came out of my hiding place, looked around, then moved down another alley and out the other side.

I halted.

“Now Ryan,” the female officer said to me, looking at me with the look of a disapproving mother, despite her youth. “You know I’m looking for you, and you know I have a warrant for your arrest. So why go to all that trouble to walk around, hide, and then wait, knowing I saw you and I’m going to catch you?”

My heart sank. Her tone was mockingly playful, but I also knew this officer from a previous arrest, and she would not tolerate nonsense. Leaning on her car so casually, I knew she was ready to pursue me if I ran. Instead, I sighed and my shoulders drooped.

“Very good boy,” she said. “I’m proud of you. Come on, let’s go.”

She stepped aside, and I put my hands on her car. The beautiful officer searched me, then pulled my hands behind my back, and I heard the click of the handcuffs, signaling to me I had just wasted my whole afternoon trying to avoid my own capture.

“You’re under arrest, honey,” she said, leading me to the rear door of the car. “Now, let’s get you comfortably tucked away in the car and off to jail where you belong, Ryan.”

Speed dating girls #7

Tonight I want: to fold you in half, have you hold your pretty legs up and open, and remind you that good boys stay accessible while you squirm and writhe on my strap.