Wendy’s Week In Diapers – Part 6 – The End

"Jim! What are you doing? Let me up! Oh please let me up!"

"Don't complain. You are turned on and you know it. As soon as your knees are tied you can lie on your side. I'll sit back and watch the show."

That's exactly what I did. Wendy took to complaining a little too much so I put the gag back in her mouth. It took about fifteen more minutes for the suppository to work but the time was golden. She squirmed and struggled and made quite a show. Watching her mess herself was educating, especially after she had a spontaneous orgasm.

I took her to the bathroom, cleaned her up and locked her into three night diapers before getting dinner ready. I decided not to tell her about Judy's invitation. Just before we went to sleep she slid down the bed and took me with her mouth.

The next morning she was a changed woman. She didn't protest as we went through our little diaper ritual and didn't protest when I made her wear diapers so thick that the risk of detection was very high. By the time she left for work the plastic panties crackled loudly, her padded bottom strained her skirt and her cheeks were already flush with arousal from the sensations of being in diaper bondage and the new risk of discovery.

She came home at noon and didn't say a word as I changed her. She was so aroused that I took her while she was still bound in the neck stocks. She smiled up at me after her orgasms subsided and admitted she liked being dominated.

"It seems you have company," I said as I cinched her diaper lock tighter than necessary, "Judy wants us to come over tonight and you are to arrive in locked diapers." I felt her go rigid. "Don't worry, I suspect Mike will be in similar circumstances."

Thoughts of what Judy might be planning plagued me all afternoon. I wanted to call her but I was intimidated and didn't really know what to say. Finally she called me and said only that Wendy should be dressed as if for the office and that initially, both Wendy and Mike would keep their secrets. I wanted to ask what Mike's secret was but obviously I was meant to find out in good time.

When Wendy got home I took her to the bedroom and changed her into three of the Attends and then made her wear a particularly crackly pair of plastic panties before I snugged the retention belt into place. She had been less talkative than usual and although neither of us mentioned it I'm sure the coming time with Judy was on her mind.

I watched her slim legs and the erotic hosiery that encased them while she packed a diaper bag for the evening. There was a flush in her cheeks but I also noticed that her hands were shaking as she prepared for the trip. I thought of asking her if she wanted me to cancel the evening but decided against it. If Wendy was motivated enough to pack a diaper bag without prompting she obviously wasn't that afraid of whatever Judy could dish out.

Nothing much was said between us on the short drive over to Judy and Mike's. Wendy sat with her knees apart, not caring that one of her garters showed a little. She seemed deep in thought.

Judy met us at the door wearing a black silk blouse, leather mini skirt, seamed hosiery and the tallest pair of black spike pumps I had ever seen. She greeted me warmly but treated Wendy like an errant child, not addressing her words to her at all and giving her only very stern looks. "Mike is in the living room," she told me sweetly, "drinks are ready and waiting." Then she turned to Wendy and pointed to the bedroom.

Although dying with curiosity to know what Judy was going to do to my wife I had no choice but to find my way to the living room where I found Mike in the curious position of kneeling on the floor with his hands in his pockets. He didn't get up when I entered and seemed to be blushing furiously. His greeting was muted and he seemed to have difficulty making eye contact. I took one of the drinks from a tray on the side table and offered him one but he just shook his head.

I suddenly remembered Judy's comment about Mike's drinking and the

circumstances under which she had made it. She had disappeared with a large box of diaper supplies and I stole a long hard look at Mike's crotch. Sure enough, it looked too thick and bulgy to be natural. Since Mike didn't seem to be in much of a mood for conversation I sat back, sipped my drink and tried to figure out why he didn't get up or show me his hands.

Although it seemed a long time my watch told me that Judy and Wendy were gone only a few minutes. When they strolled into the room Judy seemed relaxed and ready for fun while Wendy wore a strained look on her face.

Judy sat down, gave Wendy a drink and started some small talk. I noticed that my wife chose to kneel on the floor, in much the same posture as I had found her Thursday night. Her skirt only just covered her garters but she didn't seem to mind the risk of being immodest. By the expression on her face I could tell something was not right - but it wasn't terribly wrong either. Since Judy had set up this meeting I decided to let her lead it.

The more I looked at Judy the more aroused I got. This was very

uncomfortable for me with Wendy looking on. But Judy was showing every trait that Wendy didn't have - authoritativeness, confidence and aggressive sexuality.

Finally she turned to the reason for our get-together. "Jim, we have something in common: errant partners. Wendy spends too much and Mike drinks too much. I don't know where you came up with your idea for treating Wendy but I've certainly found it effective for treating Mike."

"Oh, really?" was all I could manage to say.

She turned to her husband. "Show us your hands, dear."

His face crimson, Mike pulled his hands out of his pockets. They were each tightly bandaged, rendering the fingers useless. He couldn't grasp anything even if he wanted to.

Judy continued. "Since Mike needs his hands to pour himself a drink I decided to deprive him of their use. Of course, this meant some other things would also be unavailable to him, such as being able to lower his fly or handle himself in the bath room."

She got up from her seat on the couch, not caring that she flashed me with her stocking tops and garters as she did so, and went over to her husband. "Get up, you whimp!"

Mike struggled to his feet, face crimson and eyes downcast. Judy began to open his belt buckle as she spoke. "Jim, I think our partners are over-dressed for tonight's festivities. Why don't you relieve Wendy of some of her outer clothing. Just make sure you don't take off anything you didn't put on."

Her last comment was obviously a tease so I didn't bother to respond as I approached Wendy. She had the same apprehensive look on her face that I had last seen on Thursday night. I knew Judy was baiting me but I also knew I would know what her game was within seconds. Wendy gulped and looked away as I began to unbutton her blouse.

It didn't take me long to discover what Judy had done to Wendy. As soon as I had her blouse open I saw the black leather bra that had built-in nipple clips that now compressed Wendy's delightful tender nipples in saw-tooth steel.

She blushed when she saw me staring at them but I reassured her and quickly removed the blouse and her skirt. Wendy didn't like being so exposed but she had little choice in the matter. If she protested I was pretty sure Judy could produce a pair of hand cuffs quickly.

After Wendy was reduced to bra, diapers, garter belt and stockings I turned to see what was happening with Mike. He was in diapers all right, and there was a retention belt snugly on duty. His face, like Wendy's was crimson, though from embarrassment or from the nipple clamps that had been attached to his chest I could not tell. I watched with fascination while Judy guided his feet into a pair of spike pumps that fit him perfectly. Now teetering and totally humiliated he looked like he wanted to die. Instead, he and Wendy were ordered to serve dinner.

It was a long slow meal with only Judy and me doing the talking. I kept a sharp eye on my wife but with her nipples so gainfully occupied I had no ability to determine if she was aroused or not. I trusted Wendy's judgement about letting me know if things had gone too far.

The worst-off member of the party was Mike. Humiliated and in constant discomfort he assisted Wendy with the serving as best he could but generally looked like he'd rather be anywhere but where he was.

When it came time for dessert Judy suggested that we retire to the living room. Once seated, she hoisted her skirt and invited her husband to service her.

While I looked on in shocked amazement he complied. Meanwhile, Wendy was taking position in front of me to provide the same courtesy. It was a chance to ask her how she felt.

"Are you OK?" I asked as her mouth bobbed up and down on my rampant penis. She paused just long enough to shake her head. "Do the nipple clamps hurt?" I asked and was rewarded with an enthusiastic bobbing - yes. "Do you want me to release them?" Surprisingly, she shook her head. The last question was more of a tease. "Are you horny?" She bobbed her head in affirmative answer so vigorously that I feared for the health of my member.

Judy and I came together in a chorus of moans and gasps. But just one look at our spouses told me they were still in need of release. When I pointed this out to our hostess she invited me into her bedroom to discuss it. I'm sure Wendy thought Judy was about to seduce me but in fact she had something very different in mind. After listening to her plan I agreed eagerly and we set about putting it into action.

Despite a lot of struggling, moaning and almost silent complaining it only took a few minutes and a lot of straps from Judy's S/M chest to accomplish Judy's diabolical scheme.

We left our mates lying on a rubber sheet on a double bed, each bound hand and foot and wearing a collar that was locked to each other's waist straps, forcing their mouths up against each other's genitals. In this 69 position they had little choice but to satisfy each other, no matter how much they stank of urine.

Judy and I retired to the living room where we managed to flirt with each other to an alarming degree while we discussed plans for mutual babysitting. She was very amused by my description of the chastity belt I had purchased for Wendy and even insisted that I get it from the car so she could personally lock it on my wife before re-diapering her for the trip home. I told her about the male version I had seen in the shop's catalogue and by her reaction had little doubt where she would be going the next morning.

Judy insisted on taking care of "the children" personally so I sipped a fresh brandy while she busied herself in the bedroom. When Wendy appeared she looked the same as when we had arrived, including the strained expression and desperate need to be anywhere else. I lifted her skirt to confirm she was back in diapers and there was a retention belt on duty. After Judy passed me the key to the chastity belt I guessed it too was adding to my bride's private torment.

When I last saw Mike he was teetering toward the kitchen wearing high heels and a diaper secured by a retention belt. He didn't acknowledge my "good night" and I don't blame him. Judy had a certain look in her eye that suggested he was facing a long and potentially uncomfortable night.

Since Wendy didn't say much on the way home and since her diaper was fresh I didn't do or say anything in reference to the evening as we got into bed, aside from removing the leather bra which had to be returned to Judy. So, I was surprised when she suddenly crawled beneath the covers to service me with her mouth. After I had visited Pluto she cuddled up to me and whispered in my ear.

"Tomorrow night and its over - the diapers I mean."

"Yes. You'll be out of diapers by this time tomorrow."

"And the chastity belt?"

"You've been good. You'll have that off too but we'll see about Monday morning".

It was enough for her and we slept. In the morning I changed her and removed the chastity belt before locking her into three cloth diapers and then insisting she wear nothing to cover her plastic panties all day. A flush spread across her cheeks as she eagerly agreed.

Just before dinner I took her to the bedroom and removed her diapers. She jumped into the shower with girlish glee and met up with me in the living room half an hour later, perfumed, wearing make-up, heels and a satin dressing gown.

We seduced each other over a gourmet meal and then spent the night behaving like sex-starved teenagers.

Sunday was the first normal day she had experienced in a week. She wore only a bra and bikini panties around the apartment, at least during the few hours when we weren't in bed exhausting ourselves. I didn't ask her about the week or the strange things that had gone down at Judy's.

On Monday morning I missed our little diaper ritual and spent most of the breakfast hour reading the paper. Wendy was the first to leave for work because she had the longest commute. I met her at the door, sensing her perfume and the sharp image of her trim business suit.

"It's not the same," I complained after kissing her passionately.

"You prefer me in diapers?" she asked teasingly.

"I prefer you secured." I said without thinking.

It was then that she pressed a pair of keys into my palm as she kissed me. I quickly thrust my hand between her legs to confirm that the chastity belt was on duty.

"You're sure?" I asked sincerely.

"I'm sure." she said before she kissed me again.

I studied her walk as she made her way down the hall to the elevator. Was it changed by the metal cage between her thighs? I couldn't tell. After the door closed I wondered if she had been planning to copy the keys and not tell me. Then I realized she didn't have to voluntarily lock herself into the belt to do that. I was horny enough to count the minutes until she returned as I dialed the number for my favorite florist. I needed seven long stemmed roses - with the thorns - one for each day she had been confined to diapers.

The End