Around Her Little Finger

"Wait, no- No! No way! I- I mean- What on earth- What even is that? You really think I'm gonna wear that?"

Jenny's smile deepened at the sound of her boyfriend Todd's incoherent splutters. "Oh, sweetie – I don't think you're gonna wear this. I know you will." She laid one hand maternally on his shoulder, her dark eyes sparkling with quiet merriment. "Look, it's what happens when you let me do all the work of deciding what to cosplay at the anime convention next month. Simple as that!"

"But-" Now he was raising his wide, incredulous expression to meet hers, and in his gaze she saw the delicious mixture of shock, dismay, and denial she'd come to adore. "But, Jen, I never said anything something like- like this! What made you think I would be caught dead wearing a- a- what is it, anyway? A skirt?! Don't tell me it's a freaking maid outfit?!"

"Oh, quit whining," Jenny commanded, and now her fingers were tightening suggestively around her boyfriend's neck. "You told me you wanted something – and I quote – 'fun, hot, and not too tight.' I delivered, baby – and better still, I knew exactly what you meant about not being too tight." Her smile widened as she saw doubt and self-conscious shame creep into his eyes. "I mean, really – you're one to talk! You're the guy who's already planning to go in a diaper, aren't you?"

"But- I mean, that's different!" He protested, clearly stung by her embarrassing observation. "I- it's practical! And you know it's my, you know… my thing. It's discreet, too! No one knows, no one notices. Not like… this…"

But even as he waved despondently at the heap of pastel fabric before him, his girlfriend was on the move. "Look, whatever the case, it's not a maid outfit," she insisted, stepping past him to the dresser and reaching down to produce a pink disposable diaper and booster from the bottom drawer. "So quit bitching, Todd. As long as I'm the one doing all the work here, you're going to do as I say. You're gonna get your pretty little ass in this diaper right now, got it? Go on – strip down and put it on for me. And I know you like it, so don't even bother pretending not to."

Oh, he did. The astonishingly large erection that sprang free from his boxers was testament enough to that  – as was the flush that crept into his cheeks as his girlfriend, watching approvingly, handed him the bottles of lotion and powder. "Go on, baby," she giggled, prompting another muttered protest from the now-naked Todd. "Aww, Jen! I told you I'm not into the whole baby thing! It's just- you know, they feel nice…"

"Okay, then, diaper lover," she tittered, giving his bare and now lotion-covered ass a smack. "If it's all about how they feel, then why do you have a half-empty pack of baby pink diapers down there, huh? Or maybe you just don't want to admit that you like being a girly diaper lover?"

That made him splutter all the more. But she was barely listening – for as the tearing sound of tapes assured her that Todd was finishing putting on his diaper as commanded, she was already reaching into another drawer: the top one this time, where lay the smooth length of their magic wand.

"I've decided to make it more interesting," she smiled, brandishing the now-plugged-in wand full in the face of her diapered boyfriend, who was still struggling up from the floor. "See, I get that you might need a bit of persuasion to put on your new costume. So I think I've got the perfect plan to get you to cooperate!"

"Now, then." Jenny took her seat on the edge of their bed, patting her pantyhose-clad knee authoritatively. "Bubble butt down on my lap, honey – now. Let's get started."

He complied – awkwardly, of course. Gingerly. But he obeyed nonetheless, and the first press of the wand against his freshly padded crotch provided as much positive reinforcement as did her soothing voice in his ear. "Aww, that's a good boy! I know you love being good for me, don't you?"

Todd nodded grudgingly, already feeling the bedroom haze of arousal and the suspension of his rational faculties coming on. Submitting to her was nothing new, really. They'd enjoyed a bit of power exchange for nearly two whole years now, ever since he'd come clean and confessed just how dearly he loved the thought of being dominated and forced into diapers. This was just more of the same. More of the same delightfully sordid play…

And then the wand stopped.

"Tony, baby, I want you to put on those tights, okay? The ones right there on top." Laughter rippled through her voice as she pushed her unwilling boyfriend from her lap. "You're gonna put them on for me. And as soon as you're done, you can come back and get some more buzz-buzz time."

"Oh… oh- okay…" He stuttered, fumbling forward to seize the lacy white hosiery before him. "Just- just this, right?" "Of course, baby," Jenny soothed with a suppressed smile, watching with dancing eyes as first one foot, then the other, stepped hesitantly into the lacy elastic material. "Just this for now. See? It's super easy! Just pull it on up, nice and high. Aww- that's right! Up and over your pretty pink diaper now…"

And then they were up: drawn snug and taut, their white, lacy frills hugging his padded bum and compressing it against his ass. "Good boy," Jenny breathed, and now, wand in hand, she was tugging him back to her lap. "Such a good baby deserves a reward, don't you think?"

"'m not a baby," Todd muttered sheepishly… even as the wand pressed home and his eyes slid closed in silent rapture. The strange sensation of the elastic material encasing his entire lower body was… strange. Unlike anything he'd ever felt before. And yet it also felt… kind of good…

He was biting back a little moan of pleasure when the wand stopped again, only a few short minutes later.

"Oh, baby," Jenny breathed, giving him an affectionate squeeze. "You look so sweet in those tights! Now, listen – I need you to put on one more thing for me, okay? It's just a simple little thing, really: something called a petticoat. It's no big deal – I know you can do it…"

He could. And he did… blushing the entire time.

For her wand and her words rewarded him. "See, it fits you so well!" she murmured in his ear, pulling him back to lean against her while she ran the wand, now hidden beneath the petticoat's frills, suggestively up and down along his crotch. "And look, now I can't even see your diaper! So nice and discreet – just like you want…"

It was… and yet it wasn't. So many feelings were bubbling up inside him at the moment, and in a saner place and time he might have articulated them. But in this moment, his entire mind was hazy with arousal and the insistent buzz of the wand against his aching erection. And so… he merely gave a little whimper and relaxed deeper into Jenny's curvaceous form.

"No- no please, I'm getting close-" He whined into the abrupt silence left by the wand's cessation not two minutes later – but all Jenny did was laugh, a biting edge of sarcasm entering her voice. "Oh, Todd, you're hopeless! You really think I'm going to let you cum until you've put everything on? And yes, I do mean everything…"

"No-ooo," he protested, and even he could hear the pathetic note in his voice. "Please, Jen, I- I'm so horny-" "Then beg me," she ordered, and in the throaty bark of her sultry tone he could hear just how badly she craved his compliance. "Beg me, baby. Say it out loud: 'Please, honey, may I wear my pretty new dress?' Beg me just like that… and maybe I'll let you."

Todd writhed before her, appalled by the thought. Yet even as he did so, the sensation of the lace and hosiery around his legs and diapered bum reminded him of his position. He could resist, sure. He could tell her no dice. He could stop it all right now if he really wanted. She'd pout, probably – and he'd be left with the frustration of a raging hard-on. But at least he'd retain his dignity.

And yet… Fuck, he was so horny. So achingly, desperately horny. So turned on by the thick bulk of padding around his captive erection, and so secretly thrilled by the humiliation of the girlish pink color of his already humiliating padding…

"Please," he blurted, and in his broken tone there was only the desperate pleading of a submissive young man longing to abase himself in any way necessary. "Please, honey. May- may I wear my… my pretty new dress?"

The smile Jenny bestowed upon him as she rose and reached for the frilly, pastel frock was nothing short of beatific.

And so it was that, not ten minutes later, a curious neighbor would have seen a most arresting scene unfolding before them. There sat a smartly dressed young woman on the edge of the queen bed. On her lap there sat her boyfriend and lover: decked out from head to toe in a frilly, sky-blue, petticoated, lolita-inspired gown more fitting for a fantastic young anime character than a grown man of twenty-three. His eyes were screwed shut in the intensity of the moment – his lips suckling insistently at the fingers she offered him – the pastel pigtails of his girlish wig swaying back and forth to the rhythm of his needy body. His pretty, full skirt was drawn up to his waist, and he writhed with shamelessly splayed legs and grinding hips underneath the insistent buzz of the magic wand in his girlfriend's hand…

"Good baby," she murmured, and with every syllable she could feel his muscles tense and spasm in swelling pleasure. "You love being my sweet little diaper girl, don't you? You're going to look so perfect, honey: dolled up for me, waddling through the convention, your sexy girlfriend pulling you along so obviously wrapped around my little finger. And it gets even better, honey! You won't even need to go potty, will you? Of course you won't! You'll just be piddling yourself all day: your pretty pink diaper getting wetter and soggier all day long, hour after hour… just a sweet, pretty princess in her pretty pink pampers…"

"Oh, and don't worry," she consoled him with a lust-filled smile, even as he bucked and moaned at last in helpless, shuddering orgasm. "I won't tell anyone you actually like it. Not unless you want me to."