At Her Service - Part Three (Commission)

Thanks to our amazing Platinum-Tier Patron Matt for the inspiration and commission on this one! Hope y'all enjoy reading it as much as I did while writing it... ;-p

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Holy crap, Abby's gorgeous. She's lying there before me, stretched out languidly on the sand of the beach we always used to go to when I was a kid. That sea-green bikini of hers is absolutely heavenly; I'm watching, feeling deep within me the rise and fall of her chest as she sighs up at me in dreamy delight. "Closer, Matt, closer," she whispers – and then she's reaching back, undoing the knot that is holding everything together...

"See something you like?" She's smirking knowingly at me as her bikini top drops down, her full breasts slipping free before my widening eyes. They are beautiful: soft globes, gleaming tantalizingly before me, begging for my fingers to stroke and cup and massage them... I'm bending forward, unable to resist their magnetic pull. It's as if she's pulling me in, her fingers slipping around my head, pulling me down into her warm, seductive embrace...

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE-

Fuck. Why do the best dreams always happen right before your alarm goes off?

I stumble up out of bed, thudding into the bathroom and dropping heavily down onto the toilet with a sigh. Oh. Dang. I rub my eyes in bleary surprise – not at the pink and grey metallic cage locked around my small cock, of course – but at the suspiciously large damp patch in the flowered cotton panties around my knees. Yeah, the training panties. Abby loves ordering me around the place wearing nothing but them and a short T-shirt, and I've never seriously considered trying to persuade her otherwise. I mean, as long as she's still interested in me and I can please her... right?

But yeah – this damp spot. I guess it really was a good dream, wasn't it? Though I'm still trying to understand how I could be having a wet dream when Abby's cage – another thing she asked me to wear for her – keeps me from having an full-on erection. Huh. Maybe it's just because it's been weeks since I've gotten to jerk off...

Yeah, well, whatever. It's probably fine. Abby probably won't notice. She's usually far too busy sleeping in or staring at her phone to notice me while I bring her breakfast and clean her room...

Or maybe not.

"Maddie, baby, what's going on down there?" I'm bustling about her room nearly an hour later, having just brought in her usual round of breakfast in bed: toast, scrambled eggs, and a V8. "What's what?" I ask timidly, my hands full of miscellaneous socks and tops from the night before. "Aww, didn't you even notice, honey?" she coos, brushing a few crumbs from her fingers and sitting up straighter in bed. "That's just adorable! I'm talking about your panties, Maddie... and the accident it looks like you had."

I feel my face warming as I shake my head. Damn these training panties and how long they take to dry! "What? No, no, it wasn't an accident, really-" But Abby is frowning. "Wait, not an accident? You mean to tell me you peed those pretty training pants of yours on purpose, baby?" She's been using that term of endearment more and more, and though I suppose she means it teasingly, even after weeks of use it's still enough to set my pulse hammering.

"No, I mean, yes-" I'm blushing, trying to figure out how to explain delicately to the girl of my dreams – quite literally – that I woke up having a sordid sex fantasy about me and her making out on a beach. I'm not the best with words, though, and talking about wet dreams isn't exactly something I do a lot of...

"Oh, you're so adorable when you try to make excuses!" she giggles now, shaking her blond head in amusement. "Listen, I know it can't be a big boy sexy-time accident – your pretty little cock cage sees to that. So clearly you must have had a little tinkle accident in those panties, just like you have before. Goodness, you should be thanking me for giving you those panties, shouldn't you? Little potty-pants!"

"Yes, Abby," I murmur, still blushing. I don't know how far she's taking this, but I'm just along for the ride and hanging on for dear life. As long as she lets me touch her, spend time with her, and make out with her now and then... well, I'll be okay.

"Good!" she beams. "Now, I have a great idea, Maddie. If you're having so many accidents, we just need to make sure you train those bladder muscles of yours, okay?" I nod reluctantly, wondering inwardly what she's got up her sleeve now. "We'll just make sure you hold it for a good long while before going to the bathroom – a good, I dunno, six hours, maybe. Yeah! It'll be just like going to the gym, but for your bladder!"

She's grinning as she slips out from bed at last and gives me an affectionate pat on the head. "Aren't you luck to have a girl like me to help with your embarrassing little problems?"

***

Oh my god, this is turning out better than I could ever have hoped.

The sissy little loser is really coming along well. It's been, what, four weeks now? And still he hasn't dared once to stand up to me or demand that I remove that cage of his. I've got him trotting around like the sweetest little servant: cleaning my room, bringing me breakfast, and all while wearing those silly flowered training panties I got him... or even his maid outfit when I feel like embarrassing him even more. And in return... well, I guess he must enjoy it? I mean, he hasn't said no, and he does seem to love getting to eat me out now and then...

But this is an even better turn of events than I imagined. Oh, yeah – I'm guessing it really was jizz in those panties of his. Cage or no cage, I'm betting even a pathetic loser like him will be cumming at the drop of a hat after a month of doing without. But you know, I like pretending it's pee better. Gives me a brand-new way to embarrass him, tease him, push him into doing even more humiliating things...

Yeah, about that. I'm literally gonna give him a potty schedule, just to see how much he really can hold. And just to see how fucking desperate he gets, hah! Can't wait to see him squirming and dancing like a little kid... But the thing is, I gotta keep him from sneaking off to the toilet when I'm stuck in these stupid-ass classes. Yeah... let's see. If only there were someone I knew who could keep tabs on him for me...

Hell, of course I do. Where's my phone? "Hey, bitch! Lena, how ya doing?!"

Yep, simple as that. Lena's a doll – and almost as much fun as me. Better yet, she says she's in most of the same classes as Matt, and I'm sure she'll find ways to keep tabs on him. She doesn't know the full scoop of course... not yet. She just knows I've got him under my thumb and that I need to keep him on a potty schedule...

Damn, this will be fun!

***

Sure enough, it's not more than a few days later that it finally happens. See, Lena's been doing a great job. Seems like Matt really is trying most of the time to stick with my six-hour potty schedule, but it was only the second day into it that she caught him heading for the bathroom before class. She said he blushed so red, his face could have stopped traffic; and the way she tells it, he was fidgeting and squirming during that entire class...

So now this afternoon, I want to see if we can take it to a new level.

See, I happen to know that one of those goody-goody student associations was holding a fundraiser earlier today – and they just happened to be giving out energy drinks to folks who stopped by. I know what a sucker Matt is for those energy drinks, and Lena already texted me to say she saw him pick up one of those big 24-ounce chug jugs. Oh, and he and Lena are supposed to be working on a group project together in the library this afternoon...

Fuck, yeah – it's all starting to come together.

So of course, it's only natural that I drop by the library and make my way to their table in the back corner. "Just thought I'd make sure you're doing okay," I smile as I slip onto the bench on Matt's other side, nestling closer. Can't have him bolting in case he gets too desperate. "Hey, why don't you explain what you're doing here?"

It's after about fifteen minutes that Matt, visibly sweating, finally murmurs a plea for help. "Please, Abby. I- I really need to go- Can you let me up-" "Uh-uh-uh!" I shake my head, bending down to whisper sweetly in his ear. "You've got to train those muscles, Maddie. Come on – why don't you show Lena and me just how well you can hold it?"

Of course, in the end he can't.

Hey, it's not my fault his bladder isn't bigger! And come on – I'm sure there have been other kids who peed in the library before. But yeah, it was pretty fun to see the guy whimpering, that puddle of piss dribbling down his pant legs... Lena was laughing fit to kill the whole time, too – though I bet she'll be laughing even harder when she hears what I have in store for him tonight...

***

"Abby, please- No, it was just because- I had too much to drink, you know-"

Why can't my words come out right? Why do I sound like a whining toddler, begging his mom not to punish him for wetting his pants? Why on earth am I having such a hard time controlling myself around Abby? I mean, she did kind of force me into it this afternoon, but any other guy probably could have held it just fine... right?

But she's shaking her head as she tugs me into her room. "Maddie, baby, you're just a pathetic little pissy-pants loser, aren't you? Look: I was trying to help with that little problem of yours – I really was! I even got my friend Lena to graciously help keep tabs on you, to make sure you were exercising your bladder like you should. And all you ended up doing is pissing yourself, just as if you weren't even trying! I mean, what the hell can I even do if you won't even try to act like a fucking grownup?"

I'm shaking now, feeling the weight of Abby's rage and contempt sweeping over me. She, the girl of my dreams, has seen me piss my pants twice now. She teases me and uses me, yes – but she also makes out with me, and lets me touch her, and makes me so excited and embarrassed and horny I can hardly bear it...

"I'm sorry- I'm really sorry-" I feel the tears prickling, beginning to stream helplessly down my face. "I really tried to hold it, but- but- I-" Abby, please. Don't judge me. Don't be mad, please-

And that's when I hear the oddest crinkling sound.

"I know, I know," Abby is sighing, and then her hand is under my chin, raising my tear-filled eyes to look into hers. "Some folks just can't control themselves, I guess. And while I don't really want to have to do this, I guess it's better to be sensible than to let you go around leaving puddles everywhere." She holds aloft a folded, pink plastic rectangle and, before my widening eyes, begins to unfold it.

"Wha- what is that-" I begin, but she cuts me short. "Off with those clothes. Now." I don't dare to disobey Abby these days, and much less in this state. It's only when I'm standing there, naked and shivering before her, that I finally begin to understand what it is she's about to give me. "On the bed," she smirks with a rueful shake of her head. "Let's see if I got the right size. I had a hunch I'd need these eventually, you know..."

"But- but no, no- I don't need a- a dia-" I stammer, even as she tugs me closer and pushes me firmly down onto the crinkling monstrosity. "You don't need a diaper, you silly little thing?" Abby teases – and then she's tugging the thing up between my shaking thighs, over my caged little dick, and beginning to wrap it around my waist. "Yeah, I know. I teased you about it once, remember? But since then all you've done is shown me that you actually do need one. Honestly, Maddie! Part of me wonders if you actually don't secretly want a diaper!"

She's giggling now as I feel her drawing the tapes tighter around me, and her voice drops into a mocking cadence of babytalk. "Aww, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Letting Mommy Abby take care of your wittle wetsie dipies? Maybe wetting you suck on huh nice yummy boobies?"

I blush as I recall my dream of a few days previous. I can't deny it: I had been dreaming of her breasts, and she had been pulling me down to them, and... Crap, was that really it? Did some stupid part of me want her to treat me like her baby?

"No, I'm not a baby," I mutter peevishly as she tugs me upright, crinkling in my new, infantile underwear. "Oh, aren't you?" Abby giggles, even as she begins to slip out of her crop top and shorts before my eyes. "Well, then, Not-a-Baby. Now that we've got you nice and protected, you're going to have to show me just how much of a big boy you really are."

And as her thong slips to the floor, my now-naked roommate grins cheekily at me and slides coyly onto the bed, spreading her legs and shaven pussy wide before my staring eyes. "Why don't you crawl over here and show me how a big "not-a-baby" like you pleasures a woman? Hmm?"

Well, you know, when a girl offers you that... Of course I can't deny her.

Even if I am crinkling the entire time.

(to be continued!)