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Caught In Diapers On The Job

Caught In Diapers On The Job

This was a story I wrote about a month ago, most of the story actually happened to me on a visit to Mistress Lauren one day!

This was a big job and I was ecstatic, I had photographed Mistress Lauren a few years ago when I was first learning fetish photography and she looked good then. But this time, from what I saw of recent pictures, she was stunning, body, hair, skin, dungeon and all, the perfect package.

I have now been shooting erotic and fetish photography for almost ten years and was ready for this gig. She told me, she wanted to improve her portfolio and web page and wanted to focus on Point of View (POV) photos. I was scheduled to be at her dungeon at 9 am tomorrow.

The night before, I thought I would indulge in my little fetish and wear a thick diaper and plastic pants to bed. Before I went to sleep I masturbated to the thought of being forced to photograph Mistress Lauren in just my diaper. After a quick, wet and satisfying orgasm I went to sleep.

I got up about 7 am, had my coffee, removed my now wet and sticky diaper and took a shower. Upon getting out of the shower I started thinking if I could get away with wearing a diaper for the photoshoot and thought what the hell, go for it.

I picked out a thick cloth diaper with a liner and pink nursery print plastic pants with a short yellow polo shirt that just came to the top of the plastic pants. After I looked through my dresser for the right pair of shorts, I settled for a teal pair of short shorts that barely hid the diapers. I thought as long as I was not bending over to much or squatting, she would never notice.

I packed my camera bag and a diaper bag and left for her dungeon. I was about ten minutes early when I arrived and contemplated taking the diaper off. About that time she knocked on the window of my truck removing any chance of getting out of the diaper.

I got out of the truck as she walked to her mailbox to drop off a letter. When she came back by the truck, she gave me a big hug and mentioned the fact that it looked like I put on a little weight. That instantly scared me wondering if she saw the diapers.

As we walked into her dungeon with me following, I could not take my eyes of her body, it was even better in person. She showed me around the dungeon and where to set up. Once setup, we went over a plan to shoot with most of the shots being as if the camera was the eyes of the submissive, sissy, slave, etc.

We started with a bunch of basic shots of her in various sexy outfits with all kind of whips and paddled as my erection started to grow. She said she wanted concentrate on a shot with the slave down low looking up at her, as I squatted down, she told me to stop and asked what the rustling noise was, I tried to play it off knowing full and well it was my diapers and plastic pants.

After we got the shot which came out great and almost caused me to blow my load, and as I was standing up, she told me to turn around. When I did she slapped me hard with a paddle on my diapered bottom and proceeded to pull my shorts off. She was extremely upset and started yelling at me for trying to turn her photoshoot into my personal fetish session. I asked for my shorts back which she refused. She said if you want to act like a baby and show off you diapers, I will make sure you get to show them off today.

With me now only in diapers and a short shirt we spent the next couple of hours going through many other shots with all of her various bondage furniture, like a St. Andrews cross, spanking benches, a bondage table with suspension, CBT chair, bondage chair and of course Mistress Lauren's beloved Sybian. She kept teasing me and paddling me as she told me, I would get what I came for.

As I was finishing up and packing my camera gear, she tells me, I've got a surprise for you today diaper boy, today we're going shopping and to have lunch! I tell her I am not going out of here in a diaper, she says, have it your way you can wear your shorts or just diapers and plastic pants, but you are going. She throws my shorts at me and tell me to get dressed. Once dressed in the short shorts and shirt, there is no hiding the fact that I am wearing thick diapers and pink nursery print plastic pants. She tells me “I am to start the truck and wait for her.

Finally after about 5 minutes she comes out, throws my diaper bag in and gets in the truck. She tells me to drive and we are going to the mall. We finally make it to the mall and get out of the truck where Mistress hands me my diaper bag and asks, is baby dry? I said yes and she says, you’re such a good baby boy. She grabs my hand as we walk inside.

She walks into a lotion store still holding my hand. The smell is overpowering as all the scents combine in air to create a pleasant stimulating aroma. She starts to try out different lotions and sprays, laughing as she picks one up called, loves baby soft. She sprays it on me and tells me, just what my diaper boy needed to the laughter of some nearby mothers shopping. One of them looks over at me and says don’t worry, you smell just like a baby. Mistress snickers and we start walking out of the store and down the mall to the next store.

We make it to the next store which is Victoria's secret. I walk in still holding her hand. We are quickly greeted by a stunning sales girl as Mistress tells her she needs some thongs and bras while never letting go of my hand. The sales girl amusingly looks down at my diaper bag and puffy shorts and smirks at me. She shows us the thongs and bras as Mistress looks at me and says, maybe we could put you in theses tonight and dress you up as a girl later, while she pats me on the back of my diaper and asks, are you still dry diaper boy? I tell her yes, much to the enjoyment of the sales girls, who laughs and says I guess the thongs are not for him, Mistress chuckles back and replies, it will only be diapers and plastic pants for my big diaper boy. After picking out some other things we finally checkout and leave.

We then walk over to the food court so she can buy me a large drink, telling me to drink it all before we leave. After about 20 minutes I finish my cup of soda. She gets up and says lets go you have a big day ahead of you. I follow her out to the truck and she tells me to drive to the flea market.

Half way there I feel the sodas ready to be released and she notices me squirming and says what’s wrong baby gotta pee? I shake my head yes and she tells me, well go ahead fill your diaper for Mistress. She then reaches over undoes my shorts and starts rubbing on the crotch of my diaper as she does I release one of the biggest pees ever into my thirsty diaper soaking it as she grins and says good boy I can feel the warmth of your pee and you must be soaked. She smiles as she fastens up my shorts.

Finally we arrive at the flea market and she once again hands me my diaper bag and we start walking around outside first looking at all the different vendors she starts looking at the produce and finds bananas and buys 5 or 6 of them as she pays she grins at me real big and I look at her confused. She just grins even bigger.

We continue our walk and as we pass by the bathroom on the inside she pushes me in and follows after me. I ask what’s going on and she smacks my cheek and commands pull down your shorts and plastic pants as I do she peels a banana and slides it inside the back of my diaper. She does that with all of the bananas. Stunned I stood there, suddenly I was told to get dressed and I pulled up my plastic pants and shorts. Soaked from the earlier pee and feeling like I pooped myself from all the bananas in my diaper I asked when I was going to be changed and was told maybe when we go home. Now be a good boy and behave while we are here.

We continue our walk now waddling more with the bananas around the flea market stopping to buy a new purse and a new pair of shoes for Mistress. I waddled along without much to say wondering the whole time if anyone noticed the way I was walking with a soaked, banana filled diaper waddle instead of my normal manly swagger.

As we are walking around several college girls started following us and laughing and making remarks drawing more attention to me. Mistress kept stopping, so they could get a better look as one of them walked by and patted me on my thickly diapered bottom. Mistress just laughed and we walked on.

Finally we finished shopping and we leave the flea market and head toward home. As we get in the truck to drive home, the bananas squish in my diaper sliding up the front and back causing a warm wet feeling and an instant erection. I start to rub the front of my diaper and as I got close to the point of orgasm she slaps me and tells me to keep my hands off, and to make sure I was to drive.

All the sudden on the way home, she tells me to stop there pointing to a local adult shop. I immediately slam on the brakes and pull over into the parking lot. I ask what are we doing here as she tells me it’s not your concern and you better behave inside.

We get out and go inside. I immediately start to wander off she grabs my hand and says stay with me baby. We walk past all the videos straight toward the vibrators on the wall.

I look in amazement as she grabs a strap on dildo asks me what I think about this one? I embarrassingly reply I think I like it.

We continue looking around and Mistress looks at me and says would you like this baby? I look over to see her holding a paddle and a leather cock ring. I say I would like to try that, pointing to the cock ring, she says ok we will get them both.

We walk over and check out I pay for everything and we all walk out of the door Mistress holding the bag in one hand and my hand in the other. We get in the truck and she looks at me and says, I've got a surprise for you today, diaper boy, today, we're going to have lunch at Hooters!

Most men would be delighted at the prospect of downing some beer and ogling the busty waitresses but I cringed. Even though, I love to be forced to wear barely covered or exposed diapers and plastic pants in places and circumstances that push me beyond my comfort factor. After all, it's all about the fear of discovery. I was still mortified to be seen in Hooters in diapers barely covered by my short shorts.

Please don't make me go! Come along, she said, in a voice easily assuming the strict, maternal tone as often she does when dealing with sissies like me. Diaper boy, your paddle is in your diaper bag. Maybe you'd like to start the afternoon off with a sore bottom? She said sternly.

And you'd better straighten out that attitude sissy boy, or I'll have one of the Hooters girls themselves give you a spanking, she threatened.

We pulled up to the restaurant and found only a few cars in front. Come on diaper boy, every guy loves to go to Hooters. The way you stare at my breasts, I'd think you'd be dying to go, she insisted.

No Mistress, please...I don't want to go,'' I pleaded, can't we go home? Afraid not diaper boy. All sissies need a little humiliation from time to time so you'll just have to get used to it.

Now quit stalling or you'll really be sorry, she warned ominously. She told me to grab my diaper bag as I whimpered but only put up a weak defense as she yanked me out of the truck. I stumbled behind her as she half dragged me through the doors where my worst fears were soon realized.

Behind a small podium were two young ladies, dressed in the usual uniform for a Hooters girl; silky orange shorts and a tight white halter top that embraced their ample busts. The girl on the right was a leggy blonde with a model's face who took one look at diaper boy then turned to the other hostess and began laughing out loud.

The other girl was a trim, athletic young woman with long brunette hair and a very pretty face. She too, covered her mouth as she looked at my sissy, laughed uproariously until her eyes shut and then when she could see again, she burst out laughing all over.

Poor diaper boy blushed furiously but the sounds of laughter brought more of the waitressses who weren't busy at the time. A shorter redhead came in, followed by another blonde who both stopped and stared, then broke into gales of laughter as well. Soon, the entire staff had their eyes on us from all over the room but the original brunette finally asked me if we wanted a booth or a table.

A table, please, Mistress said with a smile. That would give diaper boy maximum exposure to the rest of the room which was just what she was looking for.

She grabbed a pair of menus and turned to lead us into the restaurant but I stopped her before she could even turn around. Oh, we only need one menu-I'll be ordering for the sissy baby, I explained. Diaper boy’s face was a beet red and he stared down at the floor in shame. Okay, she replied with a smile, come right this way.

Taking us to the center of the dining room, she sat us down at a table visible to just about all the other patrons who were now staring openly. Would you like anything to drink?' the girl asked sweetly. We will take a couple of iced teas. Diaper boy, once again felt the warm wetness of his diapers full with pee and squished bananas as he sunk into his chair and was staring at his lap, trying desperately to ignore the stares of those around him.

Looking at diaper boy, he really did look ridiculous. His short shirt did nothing to hide his thick diapers and plastic pants on display to everyone. His now soaking wet and full diapers were sticking out the leg and waistband of his short shorts and screamed out sissy baby.

Sit up straight diaper boy! She ordered sternly, and quit slouching. Honestly, do I have to tell you everything? I straightened up a bit but not enough to her liking. You better sit up like a proper little sissy or I'll have you explain to our waitress, in detail, the circumstances under which you became diaper boy.

After the waitress took our order, we watched another pair of scantily clad waitresses looking in our direction and whispering. They decided to come over and see firsthand, the hapless sissy dressed in diapers.

The first one looked to be about twenty, slim, with long brown hair pulled back from her beautiful face. She had perky breasts which were spilling out of her top and a flat, tanned tummy below. This was the kind of girl who would never notice a guy like me, let alone speak to me.

"Umm, we were just wondering,'' she began, "do you dress up like a little sissy in diapers everyday? Or is this a special occasion?'' she finished her question with a giggle that her friend shared.

Her companion was a cute blonde with long silky hair cascading over her shoulders. She had piercing green eyes and slender features, high cheekbones and a tiny waist. She tried with difficulty to suppress her giggling.

I didn't immediately answer and Mistress gave me a sharp look that said you'd better answer them, or else.

All...all the time, I practically whispered. Diaper boy! Speak up when you're being spoken to. Where are your manners? She snapped.

The two girls giggled again at her obvious command over this grown man. Biting my lip, I cleared my throat, All...all the time.

And why do you have to dress like that diaper boy? She prodded me.

Because I'm a sissy bed wetter, I said, with my voice cracking.

The girls broke out in laughter and I knew diaper boy was getting his full dose of humiliation today.

Are you his babysitter? The brown haired girl asked.

No, I am more of a Mistress to him, I've punished and humiliated this big diaper boy for years, putting him in diapers and plastic pants, and through the upmost punishment, public exposure, and humiliation!

Did you say diapers??! The cute blonde interrupted.

Oh yes, diaper boy couldn't go one hour without wetting his diapers-just like any little toddler, I explained matter of factly, I'll bet he's wet right now.

The two waitresses looked at each other in disbelief and then back at both of us. No way! The brunette said shocked.

Oh yes. I'll bet if you check under his shorts, you'll find he's wearing a very wet diaper. I told him to stand up so they could see.

The girl didn't know what to make of him at first but then she reached over and pulled up the bottom of my shirt, exposing the shimmery pink nursery print plastic pants. With delicately manicured french nails, she pulled my shorts down to my knees, fully exposing my diapers and pink nursery print plastic pants to everyone. I reached to pull them up and Mistress quickly slapped my hand away. The girl then pulled back the waistband of my plastic panties exposing my thick diaper.

OH my God!! she exclaimed as she felt the wet cloth diaper inside his vinyl panties, he is wet!

Oh my god-no way!' the blonde said in disbelief. Check yourself! she insisted.

The blond looked down at his wet diaper with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Eeeww!! She exclaimed, ''he did wet his diapers!

Another waitress was passing by and she easily heard the blonde’s outspoken remark. She paused to look at diaper boy who was squirming with embarrassment and appeared to be on the verge of tears. She shook her head and went to go tell another waitress about the strange sissy boy that was attracting so much attention.

You mean if he didn't wear diapers he'd wet his pants even in the daytime? The brunette continued incredulously.

Absolutely, Mistress confirmed, we've tried training pants but he just ends up soaking them in about an hour. We've found it's just best to keep him in thick diapers and plastic panties around the clock.

The girls shook their heads in amazement. Is there something wrong with him? The blonde asked.

Nope. It just seems there are some little boys that refuse to grow up or be potty trained, or refuse to stop wearing their big sissy diapers'' I replied simply.

They both giggled and then left us alone which was when my food arrived.

The rest of lunch went pretty uneventfully although I knew diaper boy just wanted to die.

As we got up to leave, the tall leggy blonde from earlier slapped his diapered bottom as diaper boy walked by. This was followed by more giggles from all around by the other waitresses and he blushed all over again.

When we got out to the truck and I had diaper boy buckled in, I retrieved his dildo pacifier from his diaper bag, and popped it into his mouth. Maybe that'll comfort you for the ride home, I told him.

I was just about to close the door on him when the pretty brunette waitress came out, holding my gloves in her hand. You almost forgot these, she said as she handed them back to me.

Thank you, that's very sweet of you,'' I said to her.

Just then, she caught sight of the fat rubber dildo that diaper boy was wrapping his lips around and she erupted in laughter all over again. Bending over, her generous bosom formed two ripe cantaloupes that hung before diaper boy's awestruck face. Well. I'm glad your Mistress found something appropriate for you to suck on, she remarked with a big smile, bye-bye, little sissy-boy.

Tears of shame welled in his eyes as he sucked desperately on his short dildo pacifier, much to his displeasure.

I thanked her again and we finally left the scene of diaper boys torment, which I am quite sure would not be soon forgotten. I smiled at the big sissy who was softly crying and sniffling to himself.

I told him it was finally time to go home which seemed to make him happy. Once there, I changed his diaper and sent him on his way telling him that all my photos better edited and ready tomorrow. I also told him, he better be in a thicker diaper and romper, who knows what will happen tomorrow?

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