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There are just things worth getting into trouble for. The boss’s daughter decided that you might be a good time and perhaps you will be.

But the pressure is on and she’ll stick that pointy toe of her boot firmly in your ass if she doesn’t get what she wants.

Come one, sweetie. Let’s get these plastic pants on over your diaper… There we go! Awww, they’re so cute and crinkly!

What’s that, baby? You want disposables instead of cloth? Hahaha! Before the matriarchy took over, did you ever imagine you’d be begging your girlfriend to let you wear disposable diapers instead of cloth ones with plastic pants? I’m so glad the government took away men’s rights and demoted you all to little babies! You’re so much better like this. But the answer is no, sweetie.

Yes, I know they’re more bulky, baby. And they feel yuckier because they don’t whisk away your wee-wee straight away, do they? But that’s exactly why I prefer you in them, silly! I want you waddling around like a toddler with a great big diaper bulge under your pants, crinkling loudly wherever you go so nobody is ever in any doubt about what you’re wearing. Looking ridiculous is an important part of being a man, honey. It will keep that silly male attitude of yours in check!

How my man says his nightly prayers in the First Female Congregational Church.

FLR as it should be

Lost game, lost freedom

I thought I was good at miniature golf, and in fact, at one point I had a lead over my girlfriend Josie. But her legs showing, and her feet in those flip-flops were very distracting, and she knew it, and we came to the final hole tied.

She reminded me - if I won, I would get my chastity cage unlocked for the whole weekend and would be free of having to follow her rules until Monday morning. If I lost - it was nudity for me all weekend, bondage and confinement.

She went first, and got her ball into the hole on her second stroke. I needed a hole-in-one or a two to tie. My first shot left me about a three-foot putt to tie.

Josie slid out of her flip flops and stood directly next to my ball as I moved to putt. Her feet were inches from my putter, and I trembled as I saw them, and felt her heat, and smelled her perfume.

"Don't choke," she said. "Your cock is counting on you."

I missed the putt. As it rolled around the lip of the cup and didn't fall, I blushed, and her feet remained where they were.

"Down," Josie commanded with a laugh. "Kiss my feet and admit you've lost. I've proven my superiority yet again, and that even if you'd won, you really didn't want to be free this weekend."

My heart fell. I really had wanted my cage removed - I hadn't come in several months. Defeated, I sank to my knees, hearing giggles from others on the course as I kissed my girlfriend's feet.

"I've lost," I said. "You've proven yourself superior to me again, and I really didn't want to be freed this weekend, Miss Josie. I am your slave and yours to command."

She laughed. "If you'd won, I would have just commanded you to surrender anyway. So you weren't going to be free. But this way is so much more satisfying. Oh, and for not admitting on your own that you should have surrendered anyway, you get another three months in chastity. You'll spend the whole weekend with your hands bound behind your back at all times. Let's go, slave boy."