Mommy's Twisted Games

[Mommy Dianna]

“Pat, what have we talked about?” Mommy asked in a firm voice, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at the puddle on the floor. “You’re a big boy now, aren’t you?” “I… I… I am Mommy,” I stammered, my voice high and meek. Mommy slowly pulls out a fresh pink diaper from a nearby changing table. “Looks like you’re going to have to remember your place,” Mommy says in her stern, authoritative voice.”You’re going to wear this until you learn how to control your sissy bladder. Now, bend over and let Mommy take care of you.” My eyes widened with shock and humiliation as I realized I was about to be a diapered baby in front of her friends and acquaintances, who were all watching from the doorway.

My cheeks burned as I felt the weight of everyone’s stares. I took a deep breath and stepped forward as my legs were trembling beneath me. I knew not to argue with Mommy, especially when she was in this kind of mood. I took a deep breath and bent over the wooden changing table. “Good boy,” Mommy said, her voice a little softer and pleased. She placed her cool hands on my back. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up and changed, shall we?” I felt a strange sense of comfort in the familiar, almost loving gesture, despite the humiliation of the situation.

“You know the rules, Pat,” she said in a gentle yet firm reminder. “But don’t worry, Mommy’s here to help you learn.” I felt her thumb trace the curve of my hip in a gesture that was almost tender. “Now, let’s get this nasty thing off of you.” With ease, she lifted my hips and slid the soiled garment down his legs, the cold air in the room made me shiver. I couldn’t help but let out a small whine at the exposure. The sound of the diaper being opened filled the air, the crinkling echoing in the stillness. The scent of baby powder overpowered the room, making my stomach churn. This was my punishment for not being able to control my sissy bladder.

I couldn’t believe I was in this position again except now there was an audience. They would all know my sissy boy status. Despite my embarrassment, I couldn’t fight the comfort the familiar ritual brought. I bit my lower lip, trying to stifle my whimpers as Mommy began to wipe me down with a cloth smelling faintly of lavender. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to her firm scolding from earlier. The tension in the room was thick as she carefully wiped me down. Tears filled my eyes as I told Mommy I was sorry. “Mommy, I am sorry,” my voice cracked. “I’ll try harder.” “I know you will, Pat,” her voice mixed with affection and sternness. “But for now, we must ensure that you understand the consequences of your actions.” She took the freshly powdered diaper and placed it under me. “Now lift your hips for Mommy,” she instructed. I obeyed her orders and felt the cold plastic against my bare skin.

The softness of the material was comforting against my body. I couldn't help but let out a sigh. “Good boy,” she murmurred, patting my back side gently before securing the diaper with a series of snaps that echoed through the room. The sound was a stark reminder of my punishment. “Remember, Pat, this is for your own good. Now, let’s get you dressed and cleaned up.” Feeling the weight of the diaper between my legs was a constant reminder of my failure. Mommy guided me to the sink and instructed me to wash up. Her eyes pierced mine, with a silent promise of retribution should I fail again. I nodded meekly and murmured, “I understand, Mommy. I’ll do better.”
I could hear the gasps and whispers of my Mommy’s friends as she walked me from room to room. “Let’s get you dressed, my dear,” she said, her voice a gentle reprieve from the earlier scolding. Mommy selected a fresh pair of plastic panties from the drawer, the color was a brighter pink compared to the diaper. “Time to put your panties on and remember your place.” She held them out for me, my hand shaking as I grabbed them. As I pulled them up, I could feel the coolness against my skin sending shivers down my spine. They were snug against my waistband against the bulge of my diaper. Mommy smoothed out the fabric with a soft touch, ensuring everything was in place. “Look at you blushing, helpless, and desperate to please. Now let’s get you into something more appropriate,” she said as her eyes flickered from joy.

She pulled out a frilly pink dress from the wardrobe. It was trimmed with lace and bows. I know she picked this to reinforce my sissy boy status. “Pink, lace, and a little disgrace–just how you like it.” My heart sank but I knew better than to argue. I slipped it over my head, the fabric soft and clingy. Mommy pulled the ties tight to secure the bow in the back. She admired her work, fighting back her lips from smiling as she took my hand once more. “Ah, much better,” she cooed, her eyes tracing over my new attire. “Such a pretty little sissy…now twirl for me. You’ll never be a big strong man… but you make an adorable little sissy.” She led me back through the dark hallways to the library where her guests were waiting. My cheeks flushed as I got closer, hearing the plastic diaper crinkle with each step. “You’ll spend the rest of the evening here,” Mommy ordered. “Good sissies obey without question. Are you a good sissy? And if you’re a good sissy, you’ll be rewarded.”

The library was dark and omnious. Her guests outlined the room wearing masks to disguise their identity and their dark fetish secret. In front of the windows with blacked out curtains was a stage. With a spotlight shining down, waiting for a star to appear. “Sissy school is in session and I expect perfect obedience. A proper sissy must always be dressed up, and desperate to serve. Time to practice your curtsy, little one. Pat, go on stage and perform for us. Show us how much of a sissy boy you are,” Mommy said encouragingly.

“What should I do , Mommy?” “Sing and dance for us, honey. You’re so good at it.” Pondering what song I should sing, I could feel the temperature in my cheeks rise. They were the temperature of a 500 degree oven and my stomach was turning upside down like I was on a roller coaster. One of my guilty pleasures is to watch beauty pageants and imitate their styles, talents and struts. So I was actually prepared for this moment. It was my turn to be beauty pageant winner. “Mommy, I need a moment in front of the vanity mirror.” “Ok, sweetie, hurry along. Let’s doll you up and make you the perfect little princess. Don’t keep us waiting too long,” Mommy said with eagerness to see me perform. “Lipstick, heels, and a cute little pout–show Mommy your best sissy look.”

I went to the vanity and did my make up, accentuating my eyes. Pink blush, fake lashes, veneers, pink lip gloss and 1950’s beehive up do; I felt so pretty and more confident. Mommy’s voice echoed in my mind,“You exist to be soft, sweet and submissive. Now prove it.” I was ready to strut on stage; sashay across the stage. Walking with purpose in my pink frilly dress; throwing my hips from side to side; smiling from ear to ear showing my pearly white veneers. The second part of the show was singing and I decided to sing America the Beautiful in my patriotic outfit. A white dress with red and blue stars, blue jean jacket with fringe; cowboy boots and white cowboy hat. The audience really enjoys being patriotic. My next performance was baton twirling. I wore a sequined cobalt blue leotard with a tutu. I couldn’t see the guests' facial expressions, just the loud cheers. But I could see Mommy’s. She was beaming with pride. For my last act, I came out in a two piece bikini. Not allowed to take my diaper off, I slid the plastic panties off and pulled on the yellow, polka dot bottoms over the diaper. It was very snug. Then putting the v-shaped bikini top on and tying it in the back with white sunglasses and flip flops. I got on stage and twirled around, doing back bend flips and ending in splits. They gave me a standing ovation, including Mommy. The cheers filled the usually somber atmosphere.

“You were such a good sissy, you will get a surprise just like Mommy said.” I was eager to see what the surprise would be. Would I be able to change out of the diaper and be a big boy again? I want to be back in Mommy’s good graces and make her happy. Mommy had our butlers, rearranged the furniture in the library and the maids served champagne flutes to the guests. She had a special bottle prepared for me, a sippy cup filled with my favorite apple juice. The taste was slightly off and made me feel very relaxed and loopy. The butlers brought a crib that was larger than I was used to. The mattress was covered in pur[ple velvet. So soft and nice against my face. I was feeling nice and relaxed and wanted to roll around on the velvet covered crib mattress. The crib was king sized and was enclosed with metal rods. Not noticing at first, there were multiple sets of straps with cuffs located on the bed.They were covered in velvet too and felt nice around my wrists and and ankles like feeling enveloped in a cloud. “Here, Pat, let’s put these on. Don’t they feel nice?” Mommy asked in a comforting voice to help put whatever fears I had at ease. “Yes, Mommy, this feels nice.” “That’s good sweetie. Mommy’s going to make you feel good about being a sissy. Kneel, sissy. Good girls know their place.”

A flood of thoughts rushed through my euphoric mind. The urge to fight back was overcome with the heaviness and cathartic nature of my body. All of a sudden the room was spinning. The recessed lighting was turned off and strobe lights took its place. The flashing strobe lights increased my anxiety and heart rate.It felt like a bad dream; visions of animal heads appearing closer to my face. Hands coming at me from all directions. Grabbing, pulling, stroking, caressing all areas of my body. Lips touching mine as well as other areas of my chained body. I could feel the lust after my body. I was unsure if I wanted it or if I was fearful; all I knew was I was the object of their lust. Even though my mind was trying to resist, my body was overcome with passion and I succumbed to their dark desires. Being the center of attention and in my Mommy’s good graces was my ultimate wish. Knowing she was observing me being a good sissy made my little cock throb.

The tightly secure diaper was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable around my crotch. Mommy could see the bulge growing and asked, “Pat, honey, do you want Mommy to release your cock from that restrictive diaper?” “Yes, Mommy, please! I promise to be a very good boy for you!” I pleaded. With a shit-eating grin, she said okay. As Mommy released the tightly fastened tabs, I could feel my cock pulsating, growing harder and veinier. Her hand grazed right across the shaft as she moved from side to side. “Oh, that’s such a good boy! Look how big you are, sweetie,” she said as she removed my diaper exposing my perfectly stiff cock; it was standing like the Sears Tower. Mommy went back to her front row seat, observing every detail. Before I knew it one of the masked creatures crawled over and proceeded to gobble my cock like they had never eaten before. Swallowing me whole; I could feel my cock hit the back of their throat which aroused me even more. So much so, I came in the back of their throat. Listening to them slurp and swallow was so exciting. I want more!

My cock semi-flacid, another creature arose and started stroking my cock into their mouth. It was a steady pace; up…and…down… Like they were riding my cock as if they were on a low setting for the mechanical bull. Every stroke was deliberate and intentional. Making me feel every detailed motion. I became rock hard once again and the steady motion became faster and faster. I was unable to control my cock from coming once more. My body was hot and sweaty; I could feel the mattress beneath me damp from my sweat. Parched and out of breath, my mother walked over with ice cold water. She put the straw into my mouth and I gulped heavily. After drinking what I needed, she poured the rest down my body. Sending my body into a cold shock but it also provided relief for my steamy body. Once more, a creature arose and proceeded to slurp the water droplets off my body, raising my temperature once more.

The third creature started licking my perched asshole. Moving toward my balls, sucking one up at a time. Both of these acts were difficult to resist and made my cock super hard again. This time the creature would start at the tip and work their way down the shaft to the base. Sucking like a Hoover vacuum. I never tried that…okay, don’t tell Mommy. I was curious what it would feel like. Unable to control myself, I was moaning so loud, “Mmmmm, fuck yes!” My rock hard cock was throbbing, pulsating in the creature’s mouth. I was fighting back the urge to come down its throat. Deep breathing to control my heart rate, I was fighting for my life to stay in control. But deep down, I knew who was in control: Mommy. Even though this was a nice gift from Mommy, I knew there was always something more sinister afoot. Fighting back the urge to come was just a game to Mommy. She liked watching me fight back but ultimately giving into the sadistic ritual. Once again, I was on the verge of coming. This time would be the hardest of them all; I knew I would unleash my load right in the back of the creature’s throat causing them to choke and gag. That sound would ultimately please Mommy.

“Oh, Mommy!” I belted. “Yes, my sissy boy! Come for Mommy! You know you want to!” Yes, Mommy I do!” “Are you going to be a big boy and not potty on yourself anymore?” “Yes, Mommy! I promise!” “That’s a good boy! Now, I want you to come so hard for Mommy. Imagine it’s Mommy. I know you want to come in Mommy’s mouth.” “Yes, Mommy! I want to come in your mouth!” “Mommy knows why you like to wear diapers so Mommy will touch your cock. Maybe if you behave like a big boy, Mommy just might let you do that!” My body quivering uncontrollably, ready to erupt into this creature's mouth. I imagined staring into Mommy’s eyes and unleashing my come down her throat. Imagining tears softly falling down her cheeks. The longing her sad puppy dog eyes had, begging for me to come. I was ready; shaking uncontrollably. “Mommy, I’m coming,” moaning loudly. That was amazing and just reaffirmed how much I enjoy playing Mommy’s twisted games.