CHAPTER 7 - David's Story (Continued)
As I heard the first car come down the
driveway to the cottage I called Mary out of the bedroom, a look of
embarrassment and anticipation on her face. She had no idea what to
expect or who was going to see her dressed the way she was.
In fact I had invited three college buddies
and their girl friends over for a Memorial Day party. All three of the
couples were straight, but I also knew that each of the girls was
devoted to their man and would do anything he wanted her to do. I looked
forward to an interesting evening.
As Bob and Laura were getting out of their
car, I surveyed my diapered little French Maid. As she walked, she tried
not to move very much below the waist and I could tell that her butt
plug and Ben Wa balls were getting to her. Before the end of the
evening, they would really get her hot.
Mary was dressed in the authentic uniform of
an alluring, flirtatious French Maid. The black satin dress was trimmed
in white lace around the scooped neckline, short puffed sleeves, and hem
of the very short skirt, which was held out at a wide angle by stiff,
short, white petticoats and was scooped-up-at-the-back to reveal her
diapers and pink ruffled panties. A white taffeta, full bibbed apron lay
on the front of the dress, and appeared like a pinafore due to the wide
lace ruffles that trimmed the straps over Mary's shoulders, and met at
the rear waistline in a large bow. Since she is small busted (to say the
least) she wore a heavily padded bra (with extra falsies) which gave
her the look of a well-endowed girl. A little beribboned maid's
headband, fingerless elbow-length lace gloves, frilly garters, sheer
black silk stockings (with a seam running up the back), and five inch
high heels completed her outfit. Her makeup was spectacular: bright red
lips, dark, dramatic eyes, and brightly rouged cheeks. She was a sight
to behold and I was sure she would please my guests. I explained to Mary
that she would be our maid for the evening, answering the door and
making my guests comfortable, serving them drinks and snacks as the
evening wore on. I further told her that I expected her to curtesy to
them whenever she served them, lifting up her skirts on the sides as she
did so, and to always address my guests politely as "sir" or "ma'am". I
showed her where the wine and liquor were, she already knew the beer
was in the refrigerator, and I told her that this evening, in lieu of
her sipper, I expected her to consume no less than 4 cans of beer. She
did not realize that for this party I had stocked the refrigerator with
16 oz. cans of beer (my friends are big beer drinkers).
Bob and Laura knocked on the door (we don't
have a bell) and Mary answered and curtsied to them, lifting her skirts
high as she was directed. Mary escorted them into the living room and
saw that they were seated comfortably.
"Would you like something to drink, sir?,
ma'am?"; she asked. They each ordered a beer, and I could see the look
of amazement on their faces as she turned to fill their orders and they
saw her bulging pink rhumba panties, and it registered with them what
made her panties bulge so much.
Frank and Ruth were the next to arrive,
followed closely by Tom and Linda. Each couple was appropriately greeted
by Mary at the door, seated and their drink orders taken. Each also
noticed the same thing as Bob and Laura had noticed about Mary's rear
end when she turned to get their drinks (as I expected, beer was a
popular beverage).
Bob and Frank and Tom and I spent a lot of
time catching up on what we were doing while the girls got to know each
better. Everything went fine for the first hour and a half, with Mary
doing a splendid job of keeping our glasses filled and serving us
snacks. My guests and I were not the only ones drinking, since Mary had
her quota of beers to consume, and I guess it was the combination of the
beers and the five inch high heels that caused the problem. Anyway,
Mary was bringing another beer to Bob and Laura when she stumbled and
spilled the beer down the front of Laura's blouse.
I was furious. Laura's blouse was sopping wet
and clinging to her so that it was possible to see the very sexy bra she
was wearing. Laura was very embarrassed and I told her that since she
and Mary were about the same size, she could go into the bedroom and
find one of Mary's blouses to wear.
I told Mary that she would have to be punished
for her carelessness and ordered her to get down over my knee
immediately. There was no need to hike up her skirts, her costume did
that already. As she lay there, upper torso across my lap and her legs
dangling down, I told her that I was not going to embarrass her this
time by taking her panties and diaper off. Just the mention of her
diapers and panties sent waves of blush through her body. I started
lecturing her and telling her how much she owed me and how much I had
tried to make a lady out of her and to prepare her for her eventual
return to Ron. This lecture served a purpose of not only humiliating
Mary further by treating her like a little girl, but gave Laura time to
change and return to the room. While lecturing her, of course, my hand
found its way under her panties and diapers and into her crack where my
hand obviously excited her and she began to wriggle her cute pantied
rear.
I felt it was only fitting that Laura should
witness Mary's punishment (and take part in it). Laura returned and I
began to spank Mary on her diapered bottom, knowing it would not hurt
her physically, but the juvenile treatment would add to her
embarrassment. The humiliation of what she was going through, more than
the pain (at this point) caused her to start crying.
After a few spanks on her diapered butt, I
began to turn my attention to her upper thighs. Alternating from right
to left and back I raised quite a red spot on the back of her thighs
before I finished. When I did so, she was sobbing more from the pain
than from the humiliation. I then had her stand before me and thank me
for taking the time to correct her careless behavior. Gulping out her
words, she complied.
I then told her that I as her master (this was
the first time I had used that word, but I'm sure she had already
gotten the idea) was not the only one offended by her carelessness. She
had to go over to Laura and to ask Laura to punish her for her
carelessness. Slowly, Mary turned and went over to Laura and asked Laura
to punish her for her carelessness. Laura was happy to oblige and soon
Mary was bent over Laura's lap for a continuation of her spanking. When
Laura was finished, Mary was openly crying, and then suffered the
humiliation of begging Laura's forgiveness and thanking Laura for
correcting her.
Mary's make-up did not survive this correction
and I sent her to the bedroom to fix it. While she was doing that we
all had a great time laughing and joking about how cute Mary's diapered
bum looked stretched out over my lap and over Laura's. Because I did not
want her to know how turned on I was, I hoped that Mary had not felt my
hardness as she was draped over my lap.
Mary was taking too long to fix her make-up
and eventually I called her back into the room, having told my guests
that it was time for the evening's entertainment to begin. Mary entered
the room and I had her stand in the middle of the circle formed by our
chairs. As she stood there, not knowing what to expect, but anticipating
that she was the entertainment and was not going to enjoy it, I went
over to my music center and pushed the "play" button on the cassette
tape player.
The tape, which I had previously inserted in
the machine, was one Ron had sent along entitled "How to Strip for Your
Husband". It is a live recording from a burlesque theater band,
including all the cat-calls and wolf-whistles! As the music began, I
told Mary that she was the entertainment and she knew what to do to the
music. A bright red blush spread from her cheeks down to her breasts
and, clearly beyond, although covered by her French Maid costume.
The music began, and Mary's hips began to
gyrate, almost by themselves. A gloss came over her eyes and it was
almost as if she were some kind of hussie on auto-pilot, revealing her
charms to us all. As she danced, I could see her rubbing her thighs
together, pressing her diaper up between her legs and turning her on.
The Ben Wa balls and butt plug added to her excitement. We all watched
as she began to strip.
First, of course, came her little beribboned
maid's headband, then her fingerless elbow-length lace gloves. Next to
hit the floor was her lacy white apron. Now things began to get
interesting. What would she remove next, her dress or something else? We
were a little disappointed that she removed her 5 inch heels next and
then unclipped her stockings. When she had removed these, she was faced
with a dilemma that I knew would soon come. She had already removed all
her clothing that could be removed without experiencing real
embarrassment. I mean, how embarrassing is it to remove a hat and
gloves, shoes, even unsnapping her garters from, and removing, her
stockings.
But now the real fun began. Mary reached
behind her and grabbed the zipper on her dress. She slowly pulled it
downward until the bodice of her dress fell free. Mary slipped out of
the straps of her dress and slid it down over her legs and it fell to
the floor. Mary was so caught up in the music that she unconsciously
kicked the dress from her feet. Tom caught it to mighty cheers from
Mary's audience. Next came her petticoats, all but one. As each
petticoat came off, the cat-calls on the tape were reinforced by
comments from Mary's audience.
Mary reached up under her petticoat and
unsnapped and removed her garterbelt. It was clear from the way Mary was
gyrating her hips and rubbing her legs together, that she was going to
climax soon. As she continued to bump and grind I could tell from the
look on her face that her diapers were very wet and that she was turned
on by them. It did not take long before Mary came for the first time
during her strip-tease, and she did not cum quietly. I always wondered
about those scenes where the cops clamp the hand-cuffs on a beautiful
woman and tell her to come quietly. As I have learned, Mary never cums
quietly.
Mary was obviously torn about what garment to
remove next. If she removed her last petticoat, she would expose her
pretty pink rhumba panties. If she removed her bra, she would be
revealing the paucity of her breasts, a fact that was adequately covered
by her padded bra.
She made her choice. She removed her petticoat
and, to everyone's oohs and ahhs, revealed her cute panties and well
diapered butt. What modesty that provided was short lived as the next
article of clothing to go was her padded bra. She was left dancing and
grinding her hips in her baby pink ruffled panties and diapers. She
looked at me for guidance as she knew she could not remove any more of
her clothing without breaking my rule about taking her panties and
diapers off by herself. A nod of my head told her that she need not
proceed further, but had better continue dancing with her little breasts
not even bouncing to the music.
Seeing that Mary had finished her stripping,
Frank told Ruth to get up and begin dancing. Ruth blushed deeply, but
began to bump and grind and remove her clothes to the music. As Ruth
stripped, we could hear and see Mary dancing and cumming. When Ruth had
finally stripped down to her panties, Frank took pity on her and allowed
her to stop. She and Mary were then told to put their arms around each
other and when they had done so, their hands were cuffed together behind
each other's back. Mary seemed strangely uncomfortable at her proximity
to Ruth's nearly naked body. Ruth, on the other hand, seemed ready to
make the most of it. While Mary seemed to try to put as much distance as
possible between their bodies, Ruth tried to pull Mary as close to
herself as possible, cupping her hands around Mary's diapered, pantied
buns and pulling Mary's crotch close to her own. At one point, I even
saw Ruth's hands disappear under Mary's diaper and Mary gave an
involuntary twitch. The music continued and they were forced to continue
dancing, naked breasts rubbing naked breasts, pantied crotch rubbing
diapered pantied crotch.
No sooner were Mary and Ruth dancing together,
then Bob and Tom told Laura and Linda to start stripping. When they had
stripped down to their panties, they looked at their masters and found
no reprieve. Laura and Linda were compelled to continue stripping until
they were naked. They were then told to face each other and Laura's
hands were cuffed together. Linda's hands were then cuffed through
Laura's and they were told to play with each other's pussy as they
danced. Soon all four were cumming in eruptions like volcanos.
When we had had our fill of this
entertainment, and this took some time, we uncuffed the girls, but did
not allow them to get dressed. We resumed our seats in a circle and Mary
was made to ask each of my guests to check and see if she needed a
diaper change. She went from one guest to the other, her blush growing
as she asked each one to check her diapers. Guest after guest, male and
female, reached down inside Mary's diapers to check her wetness. It
seemed, however, that their hands reached down much further than was
necessary to check for wetness, and the wiggling of Mary's behind told
me what was happening. The look of curiosity on their faces told me
their hands had found the catheter I had inserted in Mary.
Needless to say, it was clear that Mary needed
changing, if only because of the puddles of pussy juice in her diapers
(but she had also copiously pee'd in her diapers). She laid down on the
floor and I removed her pink plastic rhumba panties and diapers. My
guests all gathered around to see exactly what it was they had found
with their hands as they had fondled Mary. I placed clean diapers under
her, cleaned her up with some wipes, and as I was about to bring the
diapers up to pin them around her waist, Frank had an idea. How about
having Mary and Ruth entertain each other? Mary was already lying naked
on the floor and Ruth quickly shed her panties and jumped (so to speak)
at the opportunity. Assuming the classic 69 position they were made to
eat each other's pussies. Actually Mary was the only one who needed
encouragement, since Ruth was wholeheartedly into the game. I encouraged
Mary to cooperate with an occasional tweak of her nipple and we all
watched as Mary's tongue flicked tentatively at Ruth's pussy and Ruth
reciprocated. It was clear that this was not a punishment for Ruth, but
Mary was more reticent until she began to feel the effects of Ruth's
tongue. Then she suddenly became quite enthusiastic, thrusting her
pelvis into Ruth's face, and lapping furiously at Ruth's pussy.
We could not let Laura and Linda feel left out
and soon they were on the floor servicing each other. You should have
seen the orgasisms the girls had, thrusting their hips around and
moaning loudly.
Soon we tired of this entertainment. If the
truth be known, my buddies and I were horny as hell and began to break
up the couples on the floor. Talking alone did not work and so we began
to spank their bare butts. For a while, our spankings only seemed to
increase the girls' activity, but soon our spankings took their toll and
the girls broke their embraces.
As the girls began to get a hold of
themselves, they were told that they had their fun and now it was our
turn. Each of the girls was told to stand before one of the guys (not
the one they came with) and to make him happy.
As you can guess, the party was a great
success. Eventually my guests left and I was alone with Mary again. I
was happy with the way she performed this evening. Oh, the spill, I knew
something would eventually happen with Mary walking on five inch heels
and drinking beers.
I led Mary to the changing table and secured
her wrists and ankles. Having done this and removed her wet diapers, I
sucked the air out of the balloon in her bladder and removed the
catheter and then removed the Ben Wa balls from her pussy. She noticed
with apprehension that I left the butt plug in place. I placed clean
diapers under her, but before diapering her, I brought a T-belt and 10
inch dildo into her view. The T-belt was designed so that the arms would
go around the waist of a person coming together in the back, with one
side fitting over a metal loop in the other. The tail of the T-belt then
comes up through the crotch and fits over the same metal loop. A lock
can then be inserted in the loop and the belt is secured on the wearer
and any equipment previously inserted in the area covered by the belt
(such as dildos or butt plugs) is secured as well. After inserting the
dildo and leaving the butt plug in place, and locking the T-belt around
her waist and up through her crotch, I brought her three diapers up and
pinned them securely to her waist and covered them with a pair of
translucent plastic panties. I let her off the table and gave her a baby
doll nightie to put on and finally chained her ankle to the bedpost and
climbed in beside her.
I slipped my hand under her baby doll nightie
and cupped her cute little tittie as we both fell asleep. Tomorrow would
be another rough and humiliating day for my cute little Mary and she
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