“You see?” She said as she swung the door open, “this is my husband!”
I don’t know exactly what I expected to see, but it certainly wasn’t this. It wasn’t until our 4th date that she disclosed to me that she was married. “But, trust me,” she’d said as she’d slipped the condom over my dick that night, “you have absolutely nothing to worry about.”
My jaw hung open as I stood in the doorway, dumbfounded. I’d never seen a…man(?)…look so bizarre and, honestly, pitiful.
“Why the fuck are you not curtsying??” She seethed in a voice I’d never heard her use.
The little sissy jumped, startled, cringing and squinting his eyes like a puppy expecting to get smacked. “I’m sowwy mithwess!!” He squeaked around the pacifier (?) in his mouth. His shaking fingers fumbled for the frilly hems of that ridiculous skirt, tugging it upwards, kicking his leg behind him, and dipping into a low bow. It was honestly a little impressive for being on the steps of stairs. “Hello shurr” he said to me, seeming to shrink in my shadow.
“Come here,” she snapped, “let me check your diaper.”
Diaper?? The thought barely had time to register before the sissy scampered forward, face turning a rosy red, eyes darting back and forth between mine and trying to avoid my curious gaze. He still had his skirt in his hands, raising it high so that she could grip the little polka dot panties and pull them down to his ankles.
It was the biggest diaper I’d ever seen, pink and white, decorated with little unicorns and princesses and mermaids, but it was also plump. A yellow tint shading the swollen padding between the sissy’s perfectly shaved, quivering legs.
Her hands gripped it roughly, making the sissy whimper. “Hmm, it’s still warm! Did somewon just wet themselves when the big scarewy man came in??”
The sissy’s face screwed up, and he didn’t argue, just blushed even further. She spun him around , bent him forward slightly, and crooked a finger into the waistband of his diaper, pulling it back and taking a peek inside. “Did you go poo poo’s??” She asked in a patronizing voice.
Poo poo’s?? This whole thing was so bizarre, but surely this full grown man didn’t shit himself.
His pigtails flapped around as he shook his head back and forth. “No poo poo’ths Mommy!!” He whined, “no poo poo’sth!”
“You better fucking not while Mr. Brandon is here! Do you hear me??” She growled, “otherwise you won’t be sitting for a week! Do you need to be plugged?”
“No Mithwiss!!” The sissy cried. “No pwug! I’ll be good! No poo poo’s!!”
That seemed to satisfy her. She stood him up straight and let him release his skirt. “Good girl. Now you will stay out of our way, and you will not speak unless spoken to or called upon, do you understand me?!”
She looked back at me for the first time in a while, dropping all of her previous austerity, and smiling at me sweetly. “Ready?”
Still dumbfounded, I finally nodded. She took my hand, leading me up the stairs as the sissy shuffled out of the way, his panties still around his ankles.
“Do you like blowjobs?” She asked as we climbed the stairs, sissy slowly crawling up behind us, “my husband is great at them, he’s quite the little fluffer!”
My dick was rock hard before we even made it to the bedroom.
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