A land called ZITY

Chapter 32: The Honeymoom

The continuing chronicles of Sir Tommy of Qwerty's travels in Zity:

Now before I return to the story of the life-changing events that Zity caused to happen to me, I feel that I must discuss a few housekeeping items first.

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And now back to our story.

The honeymoon. My first surprise from my wife was the fact that under her turnout gear, she wore naught, save for a plug in her arse.

So while I pinkened that arse, I expained that such attire was inappropiate for my wife. That was the shortest spanking she has received from me in all our years together. I had other things on my mind.

Lets just say that all the hustle and bustle leading up to the wedding cut into our time at home. Severly. I felt like there were a pair of blueish orbs dangling between my legs. It took my wife three days to ensure that the condition was under control; we were very thankful for room service. Yes the three most enjoyable days of almost non-stop love making. Sorry guys, as we are still married, and I intent to remain that way, no further details. For now.

Meanwhile, we had left Dragonflies, or lil D, in the hands of Nicole. As we shall see, that was an error in judgement on our part. And one I would not repeat; and I thought Nicole would not repeat it anytime soon either. And I was to learn that the sweet creature I thought of as lil D, was a rebellous child at heart as well. There was going to be some corrective discipline needed when I learned the details.

Excuse me, and who am I thee asks? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sir Tommy of Qwerty. A knight wandering the lands who came upon this place called Zity. During my visit here I met a beautiful maiden named Holly. It did not take me long to realize that this was the true love of my life. And much to my surprise she felt the same about me. A short time later I asked for her hand and she became my betrothed. Holly is a fine lass, brown haired, fair skinned, full of hip and breasts, with a taught waist between. And she has such a streak of wildness and impetuousness, she keeps me on my toes. In her, burns the flames that fuel my passion. In addition to my Holly, we have taken under our wing a young lass, to raise in a loving environment. Dragonflies is her name. Whom I now refer to as lil d. She is a beautiful, young lass. In need of a firm hand to control her strong will. At 5' 7'' she is a big baby, with a big heart. And someday I may let her grow up. A natural blonde, with hair to her hips. Her blue eyes are something men will get lost in. That is if they can raise their eyes from her formitable breastworks.

So Holly, my wife and I, spend two wonderous weeks getting to know one another without outside interuptions. What a kinkfest we had. We explored each other thru many of the fetishes we had learned of in zity. And others less discussed, but just as intriguing. The first time we actually left our room, the fourth or fifth day, we were both walking a little funny. But that's all about those two weeks I can write for now as someone is reading over my shoulder. Damn make that over each shoulder, lil D on one side and my wife on the other.

So the two weeks drew to a close and it was time to return home. As we strode up to the door, I began to notice subtle changes in our surroundings.

The exterior was unkempt, and there was a foul odor in the air. Rushing to open the door, fearing what we might find, I was assaulted by a stench that rivaled the sewers of Paris. Entering our home I called out, ''Lil D, Nicole, Is anyone home?''

I was greeted by my overgrown toddler, waddling, crying, clad only in very full diapers. Upon closer examination, clad in several very full diapers.

Turning to Holly I said, ''get her cleaned and changed, honey, I will find Nicole.''

Searching our home, I found no sign of Nicole. Entering our nursery, I found Holly washing lil D's long hair.

To my wife I said, ''no sign of Nicole.''

''I think I can find her, will thee finish lil D's bath? I'll be back shortly.''

Holly dried her hands and left. I finished washing and rinsing lil D's hair, and began to soap a rag to wash her. This was new to me. Lil D was a mature attractive woman whom I was about to bathe. And bathe I did. She is after all, my infant of a daughter. When I started to clean between her legs, I thought she was going to run away, she jumped and let out a cry that knocked dust from the rafters. As I examined her closely, I saw how badly a case of diaper rash she had. I was really getting pissed. I very gently finished her bath and dried her, being very careful around her tender areas.

Lifting lil D, I carried her to the changing table, ''lie here while I gather the supplies for thee.''

I connected the strap around her waist so she wouldn't roll off and began to grab powder, cream and clean diapers. The only clean diapers I found were the ones Holly had left on a shelf in our room, oh those so many weeks ago. Returning to lil D's nursery, I liberally coated her with cream, then powder. Then I diapered her. Undoing the strap, I helped her to sit up and looking into her eyes asked, ''do you want to tell me what happened?''

I could see the fear in her eyes as she shook her head 'no'. This told me she was not 100% innocent. I sat her down on the floor with instructions to go play. I looked around and decided to start cleaning up as best as I could.

It was about this time that my wife returned. She had Nicole by the ear and was dragging her along. Before I could start to ask questions my wife spoke.

''I found her passed out drunk in her home. From the looks of things she has been living in a bottle for a while.''

I was pissed, and Holly saw it. But I think she was madder than I.

''Honey, will thee open those packages on yon table and I will start sobering this one up.''

''Yes dear,'' I replied. Walking to the table I found that all the items ordered from Master Dorson and Anne4joy had arrived. I was suddenly struck with an idea.

''Hollie,'' I called. ''Start heating a couple of gallons of water, I have an idea.''

''What is on thy mind?''

''I think I know how to sober Nicole up rapidly, and get her attention at the same time.''

''How so?''

''Once the water is hot, pour it over coffee grounds over and over until the coffee is as black as night and strong enough to curl hair.''

''That should waken her.''

''Oh she's not going to drink it, at least not in the regular way.''

''What are thee thinking Sir Tommy?''

''I am thinking a gallon sized coffee enema, using the large retention nozzle. Then diapering Nicole and putting her in her restraints. Including a pacifier gag. Once the coffee awakens her, the enema and nozzle should get her attention. With her diapered and restrained, we can remove the nozzle when we chose and she can wear a messy diaper for a while. And she will not be able to complain due to the pacifier. Then, with lil D watching all this, maybe we can find out what happened.''

With Nicole still in a drunken stupor, it only took me a couple of minutes to have he restrained to my satisfaction. She lay on her side in a fetal position, with her wrists cuffed together behind her knees. Her legs we cuffed at the ankles and her wrist and ankles were also interconnected. Next came the pacifier gag. After placing that in her mouth and securing it behind her head, I got to the fun part of her preparation. Unsheathing my knife, I began to cut her clothing from her.

Holly then asked, ''What else do thee need Sir Tommy?''

''If the has a moment, bring the large retention nozzle and several diapers for Nicole.''

As Holly went to gather the items we needed, I glanced from Nicole to lil D, thinking 'even sober there was little Nicole could do to stop us now'.

Now staring directly at lil D, I began to explain what was about to happen, ''When thy mother has the coffee prepared we shall begin. The coffee will fill the large container here, and then be placed on the shelf there. Then this nozzle, which I will attach to this hose, will find it way into Nicole's arse. When I open the valve the coffee will flow into Nicole. She will fill up with coffee, which will waken her. In addition she will suffer from severe cramps and she will look as if she is with child. When I feel that I have her attention, I will remove the gag and we will have a talk. How fast she answers my questions, to my satisfaction, will determine how soon I remove the nozzle which will be not only plugging her arse, but stretching it as well. When the nozzle is removed, all that coffee and anything else inside her will fill her diapers. Which she will remain in until I am satisified she has learned her lesson. Do not say a word lil D, thee hadst an opportunity to speak earlier. Thy punishment, if warranted, still awaits thee.''

During this talk, Holly had brought me the missing items and began brewing the coffee. Soon the odor of freshly brewed, strong coffee permeated the air. As the coffee cooled enough to use, Holly began to clean up the mess that we found upon our arrival home. Soon it was time, I took the canister down and went into the kitchen to get the coffee. Carrying the canister, now filled with more than a gallon of over brewed coffee, I placed it on its spot on the shelf. Attaching the nozzle, I took one final look at lil D and then Nicole. Lil D was looking as if she was about to panic and Nicole had sobered up enough to realize she was in deep trouble.

I turned to Hollie, ''some lube please dear.''

''I would really like thee to do this dry dear, however I will get thee some pork fat to use on the pig.''

Oh SHIT!!! Hollie was even more pissed I thought. Lubing Nicole, I slid the nozzle home. The sounds comming from her told me she was in pain and aware of her surroundings. I then opened the clamp and took a seat to watch the proceedings.

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