wittlesissybaby

Switch - Chapter 2

Published: August 30th 2023, 3:05:53 am

“Get down on the fucking floor.” She snarled after another slap to my face. Immediately I dropped into bitch mode. The waves of submission coursing through my veins. I was trembling, not in fear, but in giddy excitement. I trust her more than anything, and she knows my limits more than anyone in this world. Although, it is a bit ironic getting dominated by someone still wearing a pink onesie.

“Don’t fucking look at me!” she barked when I peered upward. I immediately snapped my eyes back down to the floor. “Kiss my feet!”

I planted kisses all over her bootied feet, shaking like a skittish puppy. When she was satisfied that I’d gotten the fleece damp enough, she gripped my hair, yanking my head upward with her tightening claws.

I barely had time to cry out before she was pressing my face between her legs. “You left me in this diaper for 14 hours!” she growled, popping the buttons on her onesie so that the fabric shot up, exposing her diaper. “Look at how fucking soaked it is!!”

But she didn’t give me a second to look before jamming my face into the sodden padding. It reeked of piss, softened so much from the saturation that the mushy pamper molded to my nose and mouth.

“Kiss it!” she yelled. “Lick it!”

I planted smooches all over her cushy coochie, running my tongue along the slick plastic coating the front of the fermented diaper.

Using another hand to grip the back of my head, she forced my face further into the pissy pamper. She did it for so long and so hard I couldn’t breath. My nose screamed in pain from both the physical and odorous assault. But right when my head started to get hazy, she released, allowing me to gasp for much needed air.

“I–I’m sorry!” I yelped, wincing from my hair clinging to the base of my scalp for dear life. “I’m sorry!! I thought that’s what you want–mmphhh!!”

She wriggled my face into it again, pressing her weight down on me, grinding her hips from my chin up to my forehead. She probably did enjoy me leaving her in that diaper so long, but she couldn’t let me know that at the moment.

“Mmmphhsowryy” I bellowed into the padding, playing my part “oimmsorwyy!!”

She yanked my head back, squatting down so that we were face to face, raising my chin with the tip of her finger so I could look directly into her searing eyes. Then they shifted.

“Ohhh! You’re sorry?!” she asked in that mockingly seductive tone. “Well don’t worry, baby! You’re gonna be!”

She shoved me to the floor.

“Get your clothes off.” she said pointedly, standing back up.

After I scrambled to get my shorts, shirt, and boxers off, she started undressing as well. She pulled the onesie over her head, throwing it directly into my face.

“Put it on.”

It wasn’t a question.

The great thing about being a switch couple–and having relatively the same body type–is that you can wear the same clothes. It also helps that we have pretty much the same tastes in color schemes for our onesies, skirts, bibs and booties.

I pulled the pink onesie over my head, knowing full well that even though we were the same width, we were not the same height. The onesie barely stretched to my belly button, but Elizabeth smirked in satisfaction as she slowly pulled the tapes off of her diaper one by one. It plopped to the floor with a dull, crinkly thud. She snapped a finger and pointed down at the pissy pamper with her towering, naked body.

“No! Please…” I whimpered, genuinely horrified.

But that only angered her. She stomped forward and pinched the tip of my ear, twisting hard enough for me to screech in pain as she tugged me forward and down until my nose was centimeters above the drenched diaper. The smell was even stronger from the inside, it had long since soured.

“Stick your tongue out!”

Elizabeth didn’t even instruct me to lick this time, she just manually moved me head by the ear and hair back and forth over the yellow runway. I cringed from the tangy taste, but knew better than to fight her, it would only make it worse. But I got the worst of it anyway when she pressed my face down into it, the damp diaper sticky against my skin. It was still lukewarm.

“Get your hands behind your back!”

I clapped them behind me, still trembling. With my palms no longer pressed against the floor, there was nothing to support myself, allowing her to easily rock me forward and use my entire weight to push me down into the diaper.

Several sharp smacks across my ass caused me to gasp in surprise. The air entering my lungs was punishingly pungent. I continued to yelp with each viscous strike from her hand against my bare cheeks.

After what felt like 20-30 alternating swats, they stopped. I could hear her feet creaking across the carpet.

“Don’t you fucking move!”

But I already knew better. I kept my face pressed down, not even daring to lift up even a hair, much less sneak a peek at what she was up to.

I heard the drawer of the coffee table opening. Was she getting the coin out again? It wasn’t even close to being the end of my turn. But my question was quickly answered when I felt the slap of a flat paddle against my already reddened backside.

I knew from the size and smooth texture that it was the hairbrush that we never actually used to brush either of our hair. The blows stung way harder now that she didn’t have to worry about the stinging of her own hand.

I cried out as much as I could into the diaper, but it all came out muffled and pathetic. At first I was embellishing, but now I was genuinely groaning from the pain.

“Up!” She ordered after about the 50th swat.

I sniffled as I raised my torso with my hands still clasped behind my back, sitting up on my knees, panting.

“Are you hard from this?!” Elizabeth inquired, feigning surprise. “Do you like this you fucking freak?!”

She slapped my throbbing cock, making it bob up and down.  I cringed in pain, clenching my thighs together, managing to stay upright.

Elizabeth continued to flick and smack the sensitive head of my penis.

“Ow! Ow! Ahhh! AHH!!”

“Quit your whining!” she hissed into my ear. She glanced over, and I could see a lightbulb illuminating in her head.

I knew that look, and I knew it probably wasn’t good.

She sniggered as she snatched the diaper from the floor. She hefted it in her hands, bringing the soggy pamper closer.

I felt like I was being Chloroformed. She pressed it into my face and clenched it around my nose, forcing me to breathe through my mouth. The material formed a seal around my lips. With every breath the fabric domed inward then outward. She kept it there for at least 30 seconds before relaxing her grip. She draped the diaper over my head so I had to wear it like a stupid, heavy hat.

“I tell you what,” she whispered menacingly into my ear, “For every breath you take, I’ll give you one stroke.”

She didn’t even give me time to nod, she knew it was coming anyway. Her hand pressed the padding into my face again, while the other reached around my body and gripped my dick. It was like she was giving me a tight hug, just with a little breath-play involved.

“Give me a deep one,” she said softly, “Nice and slow.”

I took a big intake of air. At least, as much as the pamper would allow. As I did, I felt her hand slowly slide across my shaft.

“Again.” she whispered after I exhaled.

The whole thing was incredibly erotic in the weirdest of ways. With every motion of her hand, I became that much more turned on, causing me to gasp and sigh more and more.

“A little faster…that’s it.”

I followed her lead, almost matching my breathing to her stroking at this point. Soon, she began to pick up speed. I huffed and puffed back and forth like I was a wolf trying to blow a pig’s house down.

“I’m close Mommyy!” I murmured into her pampered palm.

“Yea? You gonna cum from huffing your Huggies?!” she giggled, increasing the rhythm of her strokes. She wasn’t even following my breathing patterns now, just built up speed and listened to my muffled moaning.

“Unnghhh I’m gonna cum!! Thank you! I’m gonna–”

But I felt her hand slip away, then several sharp smacks against my pulsing penis again. I whimpered and whined over the sound of her wicked laughter.

She shoved me backwards so hard that the diaper flopped off my head.

“You’re going to wish you didn’t edge me so much!” she growled, “Your balls are going to be black and blue by the time I’m done with you!” She smacked my sack for good measure, then got down on her hands and knees, turned, and draped her legs over my head in the 69 position.

Even from above I could see how wet she was. Her glistening pussy parted and puffy.

“But first…I’m gonna get mine!”

Elizabeth lowered her hips down to my nose, still damp from the diaper, and ran the tip through the middle of her seam. I was intoxicated by her scent. It was far superior to the one I just spent the last several minutes smelling. Once she found where my mouth was, she pressed herself downward until she could feel my tongue worming its way into her.

“Awhhhh…” she gasped, grinding into me. “yeaaa…”

I found her clit with the tip of my tongue, but she flattened it down with the full weight of her body. Again I was left struggling for air, but I didn’t care. If this is how I go out, this is how I go out. I flexed my tongue against her, trying to fight the cramp that was coming from the base of it. Her hands were around my dick again, but this time she was only using two fingers.

“Wittle guy wants to pway!” she teased, I could feel the heat of her breath against it, then another flick. I shrieked between her hips. “Poor poor pitiful pee pee…”

I dug my tongue into her fervently, hoping if I pleased her well enough, she would return the favor.

Instead, she completely ignored me, raising up until she was upright and pressing down on my head, rocking her hips back and forth.

“Ohhh yea!!” she moaned, “Right there! Right there! Oh my god! I’m gonna AHhhhHH!!!”

Her thighs clenched against my ears, pulsing and quaking as she rocked herself into a heavily built up orgasm. Just when I thought my head was in danger of caving in, she lifted her hips a bit, allowing me to once again gasp for air.

“That was good,” she sighed gratefully, “you can expect to give me a lot more of those throughout the day, considering how much you made me blow you yesterday.”

I guess that was fair.

“Now…” she said, lifting her leg over and off of me, “let’s get your diaper on before you have a little accident!”

I practically giggled with anticipation. This was by far my favorite part. Getting a diaper put on or changed was the most intimate moment between an ABDL couple.

But I was a bit confused when she got between my legs. She didn’t get up to go fetch a new diaper. Instead, she reached forward and grabbed her pissy padding again. “Lift up!” she said.

I cringed as I lifted my hips off the ground, groaning. I wanted a fresh diaper, not this cold, clammy one.

She couldn’t help but smirk as she slid the pink pamper beneath me, letting me lower my burning bum down onto it. It was so wet it had somehow made it all the way to the back. But, to be fair, girls did tend to wet their diapers from the bottom, whereas I generally soaked the front. Still, she had to use it multiple times to get it to spread that far throughout.

She grabbed the lotion from the bedside table, smiling deviously. I knew what was coming, and I also knew I wouldn’t be cumming. Elizabeth clicked the lid of the lotion open and squeezed a generous dollop into her palm, rubbing her hands together until they were thoroughly lubricated. She traipsed them upwards along my thighs, running them everywhere around but the area I wanted her to.

She sniggered as I raised my hips longingly, desperately. She took her sweet time building my anticipation, before finally, softly, pressing her fingers to my testicles, climbing up to my shaft, softly caressing it.

I yearned for more, whimpering and whining as she continued to ever so gently press her hand against my throbbing erection. It raised its head off my pelvis when she pulled away, leaving me helpless and squirming.

“Keep your hands at your sides!” she seethed.

It took everything I had to keep my palms pressed to the floor as she continued her torment, leaning forward to softly blow warm air against the tip. It was a stark contrast to the type of blowing I received from her yesterday.

“Please…” I begged pathetically.

“Please what?”

I whimpered desperately. “Please touch my penis…”

“My puny pee pee” she corrected for me, to which I repeated in a much more high-pitched tone.

She took it in her hand. “Your tiny tee tee is lucky to be touched.” she said. “Little baby dicks deserve to be in diapers, don’t they?”

“Yes ma’am!!” I moaned obediently, thankful for any touching I could get. She had made it clear on several occasions that my average-sized member was the perfect length, but when I was in submissive mode, she treated it like it was the smallest thing in the world.

“Your teeny weenie doesn’t deserve to be in a pussy!” she teased, squirting another dollop of lotion onto the head of my penis, starting to pump harder now.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she berated me for “having a dick the size of a baby carrot.”

I loved the way she humiliated me, made me feel inferior despite worshiping me like a god the night prior.

“Your little raisins are jumping!” she said, using her other hand to grip my balls and squeeze them tight. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as she stroked my cock, making a wet, squeaky sound with each fap.

As much as I didn’t want to, I knew I had to alert her. It’s one of the 10 commandments of our arrangement.

“I need to cum, Mommy!” I moaned, “Please keep going! Please! I’m gonna–”

But she ripped away her hand again.

“Legs up!” she said, ignoring my frustrated mini tantrum.

I sniffled, but obeyed, lifting my feet up so she could take them both in one hand and raise them upwards. She placed a finger to the head of my penis and pulled it towards her until it was painfully pressing downward past my thighs.

“Knees together.”

I clamped them closed, keeping my dick tucked beneath me. From my vantage, it looked like I had a man-gina. To her, she had access to my cock and balls, as well as my very exposed, very vulnerable butthole.

She dipped a finger into the precum pooling at the tip of my purple penis, using it as more lube so she could rub it against the sensitive underside of the head. She fingered it like a clit until it was driving me crazy, then made her way down the shaft, pinched my balls, and in between my crack.

I took a sharp breath as she wormed her finger into my hole. I could feel it crook upward into my p-spot, and felt more precum immediately drip from my dick like it was being squeezed out by a button.

“Hold still.” she said, draping my legs over her shoulders so that she didn’t have to use a hand to hold them but could instead use them both to torment me. She fingered both my butthole and the head of my “clitty”, driving me absolutely nuts.

I squirmed and writhed on top of the wet diaper, making it crinkle. Again, she brought me right to the edge, then sent me back down with a sharp smack to my balls. She was lucky I didn’t accidentally kick her from spasming, but she had the foresight to wrap them up with an arm before she did so.

Pulling them back over her head, she spread them so that my rock hard cock could spring upwards again.

“You know what time it is, don’t you?”

It couldn’t have been past 1:00 pm, at least I hoped. As painful as it was, I still wanted more of this. Much more.

“It’s time for your cage!”

Okay, maybe there were some things I didn’t want.

To Be Continued

As always, thank you so much for your patience during this turbulent time. As things start to level out, I'm hoping to get back into the groove and get much more writing done during September! Stay tuned!