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Her direct words instantly dropped me into headspace; I was shocked and embarrassed. The embarrassment stemmed not just from my diaper being quite full, but also from the fact that she had caught me disobeying her command. As Head Mistress approached while I hurried back to my knees, I noticed she wore a stunning business suit. She drew very near, placing her hand around my head and pulling my face into her crotch. In that moment, my legs went weak, knowing full well I would do whatever she asked.

She began explaining how exhausting her day had been and how eager she was to relax and release some tension on me while my face nestled between her legs. As she spoke about how pathetic both the look and smell of my messy diaper were, she walked toward the closet. Through the sound of drawers opening and closing, I heard her ask if I enjoyed living in poopy diapers; I answered, “no ma’am.” More drawers clicked shut as she asked whether she was the type of girlfriend who desired a boyfriend wearing dirty diapers to which I again replied, “no ma’am.”

“That is correct,” she said. “Isn’t that why I have a bull and not just a diaper boy?”

I groaned in response, “yes ma’am, that’s exactly why you have a bull.” She returned to stand before me holding powder, lotion, wipes, two boosters, and a Rearz Safari diaper.

“Why did you groan, diaper boy?” she questioned.

“I apologize, Head Mistress. I simply want so badly to be your bull,” I admitted.

She laughed and drove her 4-inch heel into my diaper, pressing hard enough that I felt the pressure reach my chastity device.

“What exactly am I stepping on here, cucky?”

• “My diaper, Head Mistress.”

“And what lies inside it?”

• “My chastity device, Head Mistress.”

“Yes, and what else, boy?”

• “My pee and poop, Head Mistress.”

“That is correct,” she affirmed. “Now, I want you to remember this position every time you get the funny idea that I might ever let your diapered dick anywhere near my private areas in a million years. You will never touch them, nor see them; if you are lucky, you may only smell them, and even then, just barely. Do you understand?”

“I understand completely, Head Mistress.”

“Good,” she said. “Now lay back so I can change your poopy diaper before we play together.”

With her foot still pressing into my diaper, I laid down. She set the items aside, knelt between my legs, and began untaping it.

She instructed me to keep my hands behind my head as she pulled the front of the diaper away. This exposed both my penis straining within its cage and the waste that had been flushed out by the enema. An incredible wave of humiliation washed over me; I smelled the diaper, closing my eyes to imagine what she was seeing. She is an expert at cleaning but added, “Isn’t this nice, cucky? You better keep peeing and pooping in those diapers, because changing you is the only way I’ll ever touch down here.” After about 15 baby wipes had passed, they pulled my messy blue diaper from beneath me and lined up the safari diaper with its two boosters underneath.

If I thought she would tape it tightly, I was mistaken. Head Mistress covered the entire area in Johnsons Lotion. While applying it, she went into detail about how large her bull is, which positions she prefers best, and why—mostly because he manages to get so deep inside her. Jealousy and arousal drove me crazy; when she pushed two fingers into my bottom, two big drops of pre-cum were forced out. With a giggle, she fed them to me with her other hand. I hate being fed my own sexual fluids, yet for some reason, I couldn’t wait to suck her fingers dry.

She continued probing my bottom, now using hands covered in lube to loosen me up until finally asking, “Guess what, diaper boy? I have four of my fingers inside you…does it hurt?” It had been a long time since I felt four fingers deep within me. Being honest with myself, the feeling was amazing.

“No, Head Mistress; it feels so good, thank you very much,” I replied.

She laughed again and told me to remember this sensation whenever I thought about taking her bull’s place in images. Her fingers withdrew, leaving an empty void as she pulled the diaper up between my legs. She carefully pointed my caged penis down into the diaper before taping the top two tapes shut. Although the diaper felt loose around my legs, I did not correct her.

I remained on my back with legs spread and hands behind my head while she layed next to me. Getting very close, she whispered in my ear, “Did you miss me?”

“Yes ma’am,” I replied.

She stayed near, allowing me to smell her scent and feel her breath against my ear and neck as she said, “You had better be ready for tonight when I use you. If you are lucky, I might even let you touch me while you suck my cock.”

I almost fainted at the prospect, replying that I would do anything just to have her permission to touch her.

Told to get on all fours on the bed, which I did, she tied my hands to the headboard. She described how I had never truly satisfied her but noted she liked keeping me around for worshiping purposes. My speechlessness earned a slap on the back of my thigh from her. “‘Thank you Head Mistress’ is the appropriate response, diaper boy,” she chided.

“THANK YOU HEAD MISTRESS!” I called out loudly.

Once tied, she moved behind me and pushed my diaper aside; having understood why the bottom tapes were unused earlier, she began inserting her fingers slowly. My cage was STRAINING immediately, and when a finger went all the way in, an enormous amount of juice gushed from my dick into the diaper for absorption.

She maintained the girlfriend role, telling me how deserving she is to be satisfied while I agreed repeatedly, promising anything to satisfy her. She laughed at every response, teasing my asshole by saying that abusing me like this was necessary if I were ever allowed to try and please her…and perhaps, if lucky, let me suck her dildo.

Finally, she slid a vibrator into my hole, again mentioning the possibility of letting me watch as she fucked her girlfriend.

At that moment, Mistress Reyna walked in unexpectedly. “Oh, what is going on here? What have I stumbled upon?” She adopted the role of Head Mistress Scarlet’s friend, acting surprised by the scene.

I was beyond embarrassed yet began pouring pre-cum into my diaper. The head of my dick pressed hard against the cage bars, bulging outwards while Mistress Reyna gave me little slaps on the ass. I lay fully on the bed and started humping my diaper simultaneously pushing back as Head Mistress Scarlet pumped the vibrator inside.

They knew exactly what I was doing. Mistress Scarlet told me to get back on my knees; as I complied, she pulled the vibrator from my bottom, causing me to involuntarily soak my diaper with piss. They were in stitches laughing while I teetered on the verge of tears.

Head Mistress asked Mistress Reyna to please grab another diaper because mine was fully soaked. When Mistress Reyna returned with a fresh one, I was released from bonds and instructed to stand so it could be taped on. Standing still, my old diaper was ripped off without ceremony; a string of pre-cum stuck to it which Mistress Scarlet caught with her finger and placed against my mouth.

Overcoming the overwhelming desire to touch her in any way possible, I opened my mouth and sucked her finger clean. I absolutely hate the taste of my pre-cum and cum—it is revolting for me—but for You Sir and Head Mistress Scarlet, I consume it without complaint, perhaps making only small yucky faces.

I was promptly returned to the bed on hands and knees as the new diaper layed beneath my dripping chastity device. My asshole, having taken nearly non-stop pounding, was now completely accessible. Head Mistress Scarlet stepped into her strapon harness and sat in front of me, dildo pressed against her beautifully pantied crotch.

She told me to look her in the eye, which I did, saying, “As you know, diaper boy, I have a nice little clit piercing and if you do a good enough job worshiping my legs and feet…”

“I will allow you to make me cum by sucking my cock.” I immediately went to work on her feet, desiring to touch her in any way. I kissed and licked her legs and feet through her stockings, taking deep breaths and drinking in her smell as Mistress Reyna continued to use my hole and pump precum into a puddle in my diaper. I licked and kissed and massaged with every ounce of vigor I could muster. I was finally allowed to go to work on Head Mistress Scarlet’s dildo and she instructed me on how to suck her off. She wanted it hard and fast. I wanted to please her so badly that I sucked furiously on her dildo, trying to push it into her pussy and at the same time pushing back on the plug Mistress Reyna was forcing into me. I started sweating, gagging, drooling and after what seemed like forever Mistress Scarlet started moaning and saying keep going. She came, not in a fake porn kind of way but sensual with lots of heavy breathing and quick gasps. She pushed my head off her cock and I immediately laid down and started to hump my slippery diaper. The Mistresses laughed and said I was a good cock sucker but slapped my ass and said time was up and that my Owner would not be happy if I fucked myself to cumming in my cage. I stopped humping, Mistress R removed the vibrator from my ass and I laid exhausted and frustrated on the bed. Head Mistress Scarlet told me to compose myself and then get dressed. As I got up from the bed Head Mistress S seemed to be out of her role now and said that I did a great job and was sorry that my owner wouldn’t allow me to cum as I laid my clothes out on the bed where I had just given head and got fucked. I said I was more sorry than she could know. I took off the slippery diaper they put me in, I unrolled my blue DC Idyl laid down to put it back on and Head Mistress S asked what I was doing. I looked at her saying I wasn’t allowed to leave without a diaper on and didn’t want to waste one of theirs. I stood up and got dressed and made my way to the door. Head Mistress S kissed my cheek and said I did great. I drove home in a daze, lube oozing out of me into my soaking diaper. When I got back to the hotel I waddled up to my room. When I got there I noticed that things were not where I had left them. The hotel had done a turn down service while I was out being used. The two diapers I had put in the trash (an ABU cushies and a Rearz Safari, very obvious AB diapers) were gone. The lotion and powder I left on the floor with my changing mat were now resting on top of the changing mat which had been folded and put on the desk. My pacifier which I had left haphazardly on the bed was now on top of one of the pillows of the recently made bed. I didn’t think it was possible after coming from a place where I had been sucking a dildo while not being allowed to cum and having my ass used but, I started sweating from the embarrassment. I composed myself, took off my heavy diaper, took a shower and finally in a nice dry diaper slipped into little space in a hooded onesie and fell asleep nursing my pacifier.