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Bouncy Bouncy (Custom Caption)
Published: June 15th 2023, 1:59:01 am
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy. I try to remember how long I've been strapped into this humiliating harness, but it’s probably best I don’t. Just, ‘enjoy the ride’, as they say. After all, it is what I wanted.
You never realize the realities that so often come with what was once a fantasy. How your skin can become sweaty and clammy when in a diaper for an extended period. How wearing 24/7 really does mean wearing it every hour of every day. Even when there’s days you have to go visit family and friends, or you just want to poop without having to feel its warmth smush against your backside. Chastity cages really can be uncomfortable too. Especially the micro ones. You don’t realize how many random erections you have in a day until you’re physically pained every time your penis unsuccessfully tries to burst through a cramped metal prison. It would probably help if I wasn’t so horny all the time, but I underestimated just how difficult it would be to go a month without cumming.
The noises coming from the other room are undeniable. I try to time the creak of the springs on my bouncer in rhythm with the ones coming from the bedroom. She’s moaning louder than ever now, she never made those noises with me. Perhaps her reality is much better than the fantasies she must have had. From the sounds of it, she’s already came, twice. I guess there’s more than way to be jealous of your wife when she’s fucking another man.
I wriggle in the air. Perhaps if I do it in the right way, I can make the plug vibrating in my bum finally give me that elusive ‘sissygasm’ I’ve heard so much about. The stories and videos I used to fawn over made it seem so much easier than it really is. The only thing i’ve managed to do is make my clitty even more excited in its cage. It really is bloody uncomfortable. Maybe if I leak enough it will ease my immense frustration. Though it’s hard to gauge just how much my swollen balls are being drained when you’re already in a sodden, piss-soaked diaper.
They seem to be finished now. The creaking and moaning has subsided. I can hear voices now through the paper-thin walls. Hopefully she’ll be in soon to rid me of this ridiculous apparatus and put me in a fresh diaper.
“They’re called testosterone blockers,” a deep voice says.
“Does it have any adverse side-effects?” She asks.
“Only making him less of a man than he already is.”
It’s quiet for a while, as if she's considering.
“Guess we’ll need to start getting him some pink diapers…and even some dresses!”
Amused laughter, followed by another bout of silence, then the telltale sign of lip smacking.
“Shouldn’t you go check on him?” The deep voice says again.
“Why? It’s not like he’s going anywhere. Besides, he’s probably in heaven right now. He practically begged for this.”
I hated how much she was right.
“He can wait.” She said, “Now…can you do that thing with your tongue again?”