They took your bed and gave you an armchair. It was fast, it was swift. It was your bed, and now it’s theirs.

They made you watch them, for as long as they wanted, for as long as they needed. It is why they brought you a nice comfy armchair, so you can sit, and watch, them. You could squirm around as you saw them enjoy each other. It was your place now, watching them in theirs. You were in that bed. You had sex in that bed. With the same face that is now in the bed, who’s enjoying another man, right in front of you.

More than a few times, you asked to get up and pee because it took them so long to be done. Standing up and walking right in front of them bothered them in a way. They wanted you watching the whole thing, non-stop, taking it all.

It was painful to admit that you got aroused while sitting there. You tried to hide your small erection. But there was a time you’ve touched your crotch too many times, and had a blowout in your tighty whites. You’ve made a mess in your pants.

They agreed on a solution, between themselves, of course, you were not there to decide. The new man of the house laid you down in your former bed, just to have you diapered in the thickest you could ever imagine.

“Now you can have your little accidents in your diaper without interrupting us. If you have to go, for whatever you need, just go right there, on the armchair,” he said firmly, “and if you’ll interrupt us one more time, I’ll grab you from that chair, sit there myself, pull your diaper down and spank you 'til you’ll beg me to stop.”

You looked down on your new padded crotch.

“Is that understood?” he asked.

You nodded yes without saying a word.

“Good, now go to your chair”

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when your new coworker found your dating app profile, you were very worried about what he might think or do, after all, if everyone in the office knew your fetish for being an “obedient sub for real alpha males”, as you yourself wrote, it could genuinely endanger your career.

You feel paralyzed, powerless and invisible as he strides into the room, just shimmering with confidence. He winks at you condescendingly, sending a dagger through your heart, and that spilt second of attention is all you’ll get before he turns his gaze back at your wife. She was relaxing on the couch when he arrived, and looked like the picture of feminine perfection in her long silk skirt, her sheer blouse and beautiful soft angora cardigan. She takes his hand as she smiles up at him, obviously impressed and pleased with what she sees.

A moment later they are holding both hands and looking arch other up and down. He tells her she’s beautiful and her smile widens, then she replies telling him he’s a very handsome, attractive man, and commenting how she’s missed being in the presence of a strong, masculine man. Of course, it’s meant to mock me, but I can’t say a word because I’m sitting there, wearing panties, a skirt like hers and a fuzzy pink sweater. He says “You poor thing, it must be so hard being married to a sissy and not getting your physical needs met, but don’t worry, all that ends tonight. I’m here now.”