wittlesissybaby
Soak it in
Published: September 13th 2023, 3:42:54 am
“What are you doing?” I asked.
Her lip crooked into a devious smile as she rubbed the generous glob of lotion back and forth into her hands. Slick. Slick. Slick. “I’m going to give you the best handjob of your life.”
I blinked in disbelief.
She said it so firmly. So matter-of-factly.
Finally. I thought. After how much she’s been escalating this infantile stuff, I could use a reprieve. I’m dressed like a baby almost full-time now!!
Oh, and did I mention? She stole my business. Got a huge fucking pay out too. Took all of it. Every cent.
But as I descended into babyhood, Alyssa gave me less affection. Well, less affection sexually. She still reminds me I'm a cuck and this is what I asked for, but at the same time makes me feel like the most adorable damn baby she’s ever seen. It’s still affection, but in a much different way than before.
So I can’t even remember the last time she’s touched my penis for anything more than moving it deftly to the side to clean the poo off my balls.
“But,” she said seductively, running her hand ever so gently over the shaft of my achingly erect penis. “This will be the last time you cum like this. Ever.”
The words hit me like a freight train.
“E-ever?!” I gulped.
“Ever.” she repeated. “You will spend the rest of your life with your dick in a cage. And they will only get progressively smaller over time.”
At first I was in disbelief. No way she would hold to that! But…wouldn’t she? She said this was all just a little game. That the diapers and cuckolding would be rare. But the only thing that was rare was me feeling like a real man. Being constantly kept in diapers, suckling on bottles with some of Mommy’s special ‘formula’ that sends my hormones in a fit, and slurping on Marcus’ dick.
Err…Daddy. He makes me call him Daddy now.
She wrapped her fingers around my throbbing cock. It’s been shrinking. I swear to god! I promise it didn’t used to be this small!
Jeez it felt good, though! When all this first started, she would stroke me every diaper change, cooing at me and putting me in little space until I spewed into the diaper. Then it just became edging. Getting me all pent up just so I would run off and find something to hump my diaper against just so I could relieve myself. Then it was no humping unless Daddy was around to laugh. And then, the stroking during changes stopped altogether.
“Someone’s getting squirmy,” she teased, squeezing and sliding her hand up and down now. The lube squeaked with slick faps. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They danced and twitched on the padding of the table as she worked me into an ascending rhythm.
“Try to enjoy it” she whispered.
“Soak it all in.”
“This is the last time. The very last time.”
My brain was so overloaded with stimuli, it couldn't even process it all.
The diaper crinkled while I writhed. I wanted to explode, but I also wanted to make this moment last for any additional second I possibly could.
But I couldn’t. I couldn’t hold out any longer. Her rhythm was building into a crescendo. The final concerto.
My legs tensed. I clawed the padding. Her fingers made waves across my pulsing penis. Her thumb rolled around the head of my cock, slick with precum. My balls pounding like a drum.
“Cum for me, baby!” She breathed, giving little, encouraging moans. “This is it! Your very. Last. Time. Do you want me to count you down? A countdown to the end?”
I rocked my head fervently. Trying to figure out a way to bite my paci and gasp for air at the same time.
“Yea? Okay…here we go!” she giggled, “10…9…”
And that’s when it felt real. Everything was slipping through my fingers. I’m never going to get to cum like a ‘man’ again.
8…
7…
6…
How would I cum in chastity? Would she at least finger my prostate?? Let me use her vibrator on the front?!
5…
4…
Would she even let me cum at all?!
3…
2…
Fuck! I spent so much time worrying about my future that I forgot to focus on the present! Please…this can’t be it!
“One.”
Even though I was distracted, it didn’t stop the overwhelming sensation of everything in my body collectively pulsing to expel what had to be the biggest load I’ve ever produced. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through my system from my head to my toes. But it all seemed to be over so soon. Fading away into nothing. I tried to mentally grab it, reach for it, bring it back so I could snuggle with it a little longer. But it was like trying to catch the wind.
“Relax, baby.” She said softly through the darkness of my eyelids. My vision came back in a haze. My ears slowly came back online to the sound of plastic crinkling, then a sharp gasp from the sudden bite of a cold wipe. The chill combatting the heat of my scattered semen. Drool dripped down the sides of my paci, running down my flushed cheek.
Like a garden hose that had just been turned off and expelled its last bit of water, my retreating prick emptied itself, and with it, all of the insanely horny feelings I’d just had seconds before.
“You feel how relaxed and comfortable you are right now? How free your dick feels right now??”
“Mhmm” I mumbled behind my paci, still desperate for breath.
She brandished the shiny cage. The little metal prison I’d just been condemned to for life.
“Soak it in.”