At Her Service - Part Four (Commission)

A big thanks again to our lovely Platinum-tier patron Matt for commissioning this one! Hope y'all like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. :-)

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Yeah. That's what went down last night.

I'm blushing as I think back on it, lying here in my bed and watching the pale morning light glowing softly behind the curtains. God, that was intense: Abby baring everything before me, beckoning me imperiously toward her shaven womanhood. The shameful heat in my cheeks as I bent down at her order. How I'd tentatively licked and, with an electric shudder of humiliation and adrenaline, had my first pungent taste of my roommate's sex. The feeling of her thrusting upward into my mouth, craving me, pulling me closer until she was practically choking me between her thighs and forcing her needy pussy against my trembling mouth...

And all the while I'd been crinkling away in my humiliating new underwear: a garish, girly, infantile diaper, thick and bulky and everything a mature guy in his right mind should hate. And of course I had hated it... though not enough to remove it. For not even after the exhausted and satisfied Abby had finally released me did she once consider letting me free. "You're such a good sissy slut for me, aren't you?" she'd sighed dreamily, sitting up at last and pinching my cheek that was still covered in a sordid cocktail of her juices and my own saliva. "Now then, hurry off to bed, baby! Maybe in the morning we'll see about changing you... but for now I just don't need you having any accidents."

My cheeks grow warmer now as I toss back the covers and my hand slips cautiously down over the pink bulk that is still very much there between my legs. God, I need to pee! Well, let's see if Abby's up yet. See if I can beg her to take this stupid thing off... But much to my surprise, her bed is empty when I pad hesitantly into her room. Wait, she's actually up already? But she always loves to sleep in-

It's in the kitchen that I find her, oddly enough, in an over-sized sweatshirt that falls almost to her knees. She's leaning lazily against the refrigerator, the grin on her face widening as she spies me. "Looking for someone?" she smirks, and even as she says it I realize that I'm shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot in the unmistakable potty dance of a toddler. "Or something? Aww, does my wittle Maddie need to make a pee-pee?"

"Um... yeah," I stammer, my face flushing at the embarrassing admission. "Please, Abby, I wore this  thing all night. Can I take it off now, please?" But the unconvinced expression on her face is anything but promising. "Aww, but Maddie, dear, you look so cute in your pretty pink dipie! Besides," she continues, biting her lip in cheeky arousal, "I don't think I'm quite ready to let you dash off to the potty just yet. You know, I'm getting so fucking horny again just seeing you..."

Her hand is reaching up to massage her voluptuous breasts through her T-shirt, and through the material I spot her erect nipples that testify that she's telling the truth.  "Really?" I falter, my own voice sounding quavery and unsure in my ears as my eyes remain fixed on the hypnotic spectacle of her breasts. "But Abby, I really need to go first-"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," she smiles with a shake of her head. "But listen, don't you want to prove to me that you don't actually need a diaper? I mean, after yesterday in the library I'd think you'd jump at the chance to show me you're not a pathetic, pants-pissing baby after all..." That shuts me up, the very memory of those dark rivulets in my jeans and the puddle growing beneath me making me cringe in embarrassment. "Besides," she giggles, "As horny as I am, this shouldn't take long!"

And then Abby's pulling me closer, leading me out into the living room and motioning toward the couch. "Hey, why don't we make it a little game, hmm?" she tells me with a wink. "Get down on your knees, Maddie, like a good little sissy. All I need you to do is get me off before, let's say, ten minutes are up. Ten minutes is nothing for a big boy to hold it, after all. And then, just as soon as you're done pleasing me you'll be free to run off to the potty. Sound good?"

Well, I guess it sounds reasonable. And so I nod and murmur my agreement, momentarily dazzled by the prospect of making this beautiful roommate of mine cum once more. Her hands are already on my shoulders pressing me to the floor, and I sink down onto the carpet before the couch with a shudder of anticipation and urgency. Come on, please, sit down. Gotta hurry. Lift that shirt-

But as she pulls the hem upward, something comes into view that I least expect. There's a gleam of pink, and- and-

Holy shit. She's wearing a diaper. Just like me.

Having slipped the shirt off and tossed it aside, she glances down at her own padded waist with a giggle and sinks languidly down onto the couch before me. "Oh, yeah – guess I forgot to mention! I just wanted to see what these things felt like, you know. Honestly, I don't know what you're whining about – they're super soft and comfy! Though I guess it'll be an extra-fun challenge to get me off through a diaper, huh?"

Yeah- I mean, how am I supposed to pleasure you through... that? But Abby merely smiles into my pleading eyes, her hands slipping behind my head, tangling in my lengthening hair and forcing my face firmly toward her padded crotch. "Just get creative, Maddie," she orders, holding aloft a ten-minute timer on her phone – and with a resigned gulp, I do.

I mumble. I lick. I nuzzle. I blow. I grind. I do anything I can think of, anything to send waves of tactile pleasure inward to Abby's beautiful – and hopefully dripping – cunt. She's sighing in soft raptures, her fingers working in my hair, and for the first few minutes I'm alight with the thrill of it all. This is so dirty, so sexy, so- so-

But as the minutes tick by, I'm beginning to tire. I can't see her phone, or a clock, and I have no way of knowing how long I've been here on my knees. Abby is still sighing on the couch, murmuring occasionally to me about how good I am and how fucking good it feels – but we're clearly not there yet. Come on, come on! My bladder is spasming, cramping, and it's all I can do to force myself to ignore it. I have to focus, have to turn my face into the best vibrator on the planet, have to find some way to penetrate this frustrating layer of plastic that seems to taunt my every effort...

And then something happens. Right in my face, against my wet lips, I feel a sudden burst of warmth. It grows and spreads, glowing hot against my skin as I nearly choke in surprise. She's- she's- she's peeing in her diaper- oh, gross- Worse still, as the realization hits me, I feel my own tenuous grasp of my own bladder begin to falter. She's pissing full force into her pants, into what would be my face if not for the diaper. She's doing exactly what I need to do so badly...

But with a gulp and a shudder, I wrestle back control. Perhaps a few drops escaped me. Perhaps not. Perhaps it was only precum from my aching, caged cock. Whatever the case, I have no recourse but to keep on, nuzzling and grinding harder than ever into the now-warm and audibly squishy padding sandwiched between my face and her wet cunt...

But then it happens. Beep-beep-beep-beep! Beep-beep-beep-beep!  My ten minutes is up, and with a sinking heart I realize that I've actually failed. What is she going to do- Is she going to make me do what she just-

"On the floor, you pathetic little sissy," Abby orders, her voice low and thick with desire. "Good god, you couldn't even get me off in ten minutes, could you?" I'm stumbling down, carried backward by Abby's forceful thrust, and then I'm flat on my back and staring up into her naked beauty as she kneels imperiously over me. "But listen, I'm not about to stop this now. You're going to make me cum no matter what, you hear me?"

And then the pink padding descends with a squish once more, and Abby is riding my face, grinding her thickening, diapered crotch mercilessly into my panting mouth and nose. I try to protest, but my muffled squeals and helpless groans seem only to egg her on further. "Oh, you don't like that? What, are you worried you're gonna piss your pants like a baby again?" Abby sneers, and I feel her hips tightening vindictively around my ears. "Oh, that would just be too bad, wouldn't it? I mean, it's one thing for a horny girl like me to piss this diaper for fun – but I did it on purpose. What sort of pathetic loser ends up pissing his pants just because he can't help it?"

I'm teetering on the edge of losing control, and her domineering words are only driving me closer and closer to the brink. "You know, I gave you your chance to use the toilet like a real man," she hisses, her breath audibly catching in arousal. "But you fucking blew it, baby. You know what you're gonna have to do now, don't you? Yep – you're gonna end up pissing your pants again just like a baby, and you know what? I'm gonna make you waddle off to class in that soggy diaper today. Oh, won't that be rich? God, I bet everyone will be able to tell, too! They'll laugh, and point, and you'll be trapped in your own pissy diaper all day. And you'll probably end up leaking anyway, knowing you – and all because you couldn't please me even once when I asked you to...

I'm shaking under the onslaught, and her words are growing more and more broken as her arousal mounts to new heights. "You really are nothing but a fucking- little- sissy, aren't you? From the first- uuuhhh- the first day I saw you, I knew- Maddie. You're nothing but a pathetic- urrghh- tiny-dicked little sissy, and we both- Ooohhh!- know it..."

With a shudder and a whimper of defeat, I finally lose it. My night-swollen bladder seems to have a mind of its own, and I jerk in sudden, reflexive panic as the hot urine at last begins spurting out from my caged little cock... only to be immediately swallowed up by the thirsty padding surrounding it. I'm- I'm pissing myself- again- in my diaper- like a baby-

As if this isn't bad enough, I become aware of a firm hand stroking, massaging the front of my diaper as it warms with the heat of my helpless accident. And sure enough, it's only a matter of seconds until Abby divines what is happening. "Oh, fuck. Look, just like- I fucking thought! My sissy baby- peeing his pants- filling his diaper- ooooohhhh!- just like I said-" Her hand is squeezing, her hips clamping around my head, and at long last I know she's on the brink of orgasm. I'm mute, half-blind, and half-deaf, a mere plaything for this gorgeous woman to use for her depraved pleasure...

She cums at last, with a shout and a series of violent, shuddering cries that must echo through the entire apartment complex. And while this beautiful goddess convulses in what might be the most intense orgasm I've ever seen, I can still feel my bladder: still quietly dribbling out, warming and swelling the diaper between my legs with my shameful, infantile accident.

When Abby finally sighs her way back to earth, she dismounts with a shaky, yet still devastatingly sexy grin. "Well, then!" she manages, her breath still visibly hitching beneath her beautiful full breasts. "Why don't you go- go get dressed for class, Maddie? I wouldn't want my little dear to be late..."

As I shakily pick myself up from the floor, the unfamiliar heat and weight of my newly-wet diaper between my bare thighs, she giggles openly as she begins to rip her own wet diaper off. "Oh, no. Don't even think about taking yours off, baby. Only big girls like me get to do that! Believe me, you're gonna be stuck in that until tonight, I promise..."

Then, as I crinkle softly off in shame to my bedroom, face still red and streaked with my own spit, the now fully-naked Abby steps to the fridge and produces an entire gallon jug of water. "And remember," she calls after me, flourishing the jug with a smirk. "Lena and Connie are both going to be keeping tabs on you today, just in case you get any fancy ideas. And I'm sending this along, too – you know, just to ensure you don't get dehydrated..."

Oh, shit. Today just got a hell of a lot worse than I even feared.

(To be continued!)