Chapter Two

On Sunday morning, I served her breakfast in bed. She was pleased with my efforts.

All through the next week, she had me practice sucking on the fake dick a half hour a day, pushing it deeper into my throat. She told me that by the end of the month I’d better be able to deep throat that entire thing, or she’d take me downtown and give me another place to practice. I didn’t dare ask where that would be.

Friday night came along, and we went out for dinner, finishing up at the local pub. After a few brews, we made it home and spent a wonderful time in bed.

We were up bright and early on Saturday. After breakfast we readied my newest adventure. I was going to spend the day in the new leather outfit while wearing diapers. In one way I was a little excited, but I wasn’t sure about the other.

On the spare room bed was everything we’d need. First she had me lie down on the floor where the dreaded diaper was laid out. I could only imagine which print she had chosen, and I wouldn’t know until it was on. I positioned myself so the front could be brought up between my legs. She sprinkled a bunch of baby powder all over my cock and balls before pulling the diaper up between my legs as tight as possible. The back portion was pulled up around each side, and the overly sticky tabs were pulled snug holding everything together.

“Is your little pee pee comfortable in there?” she asked jokingly.

I stood up and looked down without comment. She had bought the ones with the little girl pattern. She handed me a pink plastic panty to pull up over the diaper for some extra protection. The elastic around each leg and top was extra wide and very tight.

“Now for the jacket,” she commented, as she held it up. I slid in both arms, and she pulled it around to the back. I could feel the tightness as she fastened all eight straps and buckles. Next, I crossed my arms in front, and she pulled the close-ended sleeves around, buckling them tighter than when we were at the store. She also secured my forearms to my belly with the attached strap.

With her help I stepped into the shorts. She pulled them up and closed the zipper and large snap in the back. After tightening the wide leather waist belt, she buckled the leg bands as well. Finally all six of the straps that dangled from the shorts were buckled to the jacket. There was no they were coming off. But just to make sure, two othe