i sit with Mistress and my heart pounds.

i am amazed at her power as She gushes over the dress i wear.  i have mixed emotions.

Is She pleased with my selection of the dress?  is She pleased with how i look in it?  Is this sissy confection perfect for a sissy diaper baby just like me?

She hands me my bottle full of milk and i immediately start to suck.  Her stern warning that good sissies keep their diapers clean and dry.  i want to keep Her happy but i can already feel it.  The pressure in my bladder seems to build and i try not to panic.

She leads me by the hand and i feel my hear pound.  i trust Her but i’m scared.  She brings me to the middle of the room and then i see it.  It’s the one thing that scares me the most.  I am expected to pose for the camera.  Mistress has an alterior motive that i will learn very soon.  She will teach me the deportment of a two year old sissy and i will do what She commands, but the hypnotic suggestions will ensure that i know i am utterly humiliated.

She has me do different poses showing off the diaper i am wearing.  She has me wearing only one diaper under the diaper cover and it arouses my curiosity.  She enjoys seeing me humiliated and one diaper was less humiliating than the three She normally diapered me together with.

She has me turn and show my pretty diaper cover pulled over my tights.  First she looks at the back and zooms in on what looks like a possible erection forming, or perhaps just the way the diaper is shaped.  Either way, Mistress will make sure her sissy is severly punished later.

I am showing my bottom and i hear “You better now mess that diaper, Mistress will punish you.  No messing your diaper sissy”.

Something about the way she said it terrified me, but i didn’t understand.  I felt the warm mushy glob fill the back of my diaper and it was obvious the camera was recording it as my bum seemed to expand with the mush.  my fear of disobeying Her command nearly overtook me and i nearly wet out of fear alone.

“You dirty little sissy”, she said.  “Sit in it.  You want to shit your diaper, then SIT IN IT!”  The camera is recording and i can only comply.  i sit and feel the mush spread itself all over the inside of my diaper and i realize that this punishment is suitable for a naughty sissy.  i fear that Mistress will make sure i am diapered ever time i come.  i wonder if i will ever be allowed to wear the panties i packed.  i know that it wont be today.  sissy messed it’s diaper and will be punished for it.  Mistress enjoys my torment and she immediatly makes me profess my sin to the camera.

Mistress tells me that She wants me to get on my hands and knees and spred the mush around so that She is satisfied that i am humiliated.  She continues to record but then comes over to me.  i am asked to sit with her on the couch.  i am ready to plead for her forgiveness, but i knw i am not allowed to speak unless spoken to.  She lays me over Her lanp and i feel Her start to paddle my thighs just beneath the diaper.  i see Her vindictive smile as she presses hard against my bottom and spreads the mess further.

i am naughty and deserve Her punishment, but i think being dressed in my prettiest baby dress only makes her want to humiliate me further.  She calls me names and makes it a point to check my diaper then makes me face the camera and show the infantile act to whoever would watch.  Mistress is not satisfied with my punishment. 

She knows that it is a matter of time before i woud have to go home but her intent is to make sure i am utterly humiliated.  She knows that with an hour left of play that enough time is left to ensurethat her sissy is punished for disobedience.  Mistress loved using hypnosis on the sissydiaperbaby because She had full control over it’s disobedience.  She knew it was incapable of obeying because the hypnosis worked in her favor.

             Mistress grabs my handcuffs that i had not had to wear since she was teaching me how to be a good baby.  Now though they are locked around my wrists in the front and double locked.  My pacifier is strapped more tightly around my head and my handcuffs are lifted over my head toward the ceiling.  The hook on the ceiling is just low enough to let me get my cuffs over it if i stood on my tip toes causing pain with my Mary Janes.  Mistress smiles and pulls down my diaper cover and my tights showing only the dirty diaper i am wearing.

 

The hem of the dress i am wearing is pulled high enough now that the sape of the diaper is clearly seen as well as part of my back and belly. 

             Im feeling the pressure in my bladder and i know that wetting would only add to my shame, but i’m a pathetic sissy incapable now of keeping them dry.  i fidget trying to maintain even a bit of control but Mistress is far more powerful than i am.  It happens again almost as if on command as Mistress walks over to the camera and aims it at her sissy zooming in close my heart is pounding and im nervous.  I hear Her words again and again get the same reaction. 

             “No messing your diaper sissy” She ordered. 

             Another glob pushed its way out and the mass showed movement in the diaper.  I feared further consequences as she walked over and felt the front of my diaper.  My rigid member gives me away and she smiles wickedly. 

             “Do not wet your diaper sissy” she orders and just like last time the flood gates open, only this time in front.  I wet and i can hear the thirsty material try to soak up a near flooding.  I can feel the urine running down my legs from where the diaper leaked and i could see my tights and my diaper cover around my ankles.  i feared leaking into them but was incapable of trying to clean myself. 

             She smiled a satisfied smile as she took the camera from its tripod and walked over closely to zoom in on my full diaper.  She lifts back the diaper to show the camera then shows the camera the evidence of the wetness indicator being gone.  She returns the camera to it’s place and continues with my torment.  She approaches me with a sign and the words written on it say “Im a diapered sissy that cant keep my diapers clean.” I fear her and nearly wet myself as she left me near dangling from the ceiling.  My feet are starting to hurt from the Mary Janes but as a sissy I am required to accept all punishment. 

             I start to hate how confining this baby dress is.  I bought it too small so that I could intentionally show what I was wearing under my dress but now i regretted buying it because of how constricting it was.  Mistress enjoyed seeing me struggle like an animal in a trap. 

             Mistress returns with her paddle and i know none of this is going to be good.  She slaps my thighs first in the front then in the back evenly applying Her punishment.  I can only cry into my pacifier and now it didnt matter if i wet or stayed dry it only mattered that i get punished severely for being a pathetic sissy. After Mistress is sure I have been properly punished I prayed she’d let me down and change me.  Her actions are different.  She removes a diaper from my bag and simply places it over my now wet and messy diaper. 

             Mistress is pleased with my torment and leaves me hanging there and walks out of the room with the camera rolling.  She notes the time and smiles.  Instead of giving me time to chang my diaper she was going to send me home in it.  I would have to wear it for the entire thirty minute drive home.  She pulls the tights back up and gets the diaper cover back in place showing an obvious bulk. 

             My wrists are in agony from hanging from the ceiling and my legs hurt so much i can barely stand.  Mistress makes me crawl over to my bag and grab my street clothes.  Our sessions are private but she enjoyed wondering if the police would stop me on my way home and smell my dirty diaper.  I walk toward the bathroom where I could change my diaper and she stops me. 

             “No changing until I say you can,” she ordered, “You will wear the diaper home under your clothes.” 

             I know its going to be a long drive.

 

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