Satisfaction (Exclusive)

(This one takes a little while to get to the diapers, but I think it's well worth the ride!)

Maggie chose her project with precision.

She had little interest in breaking just anyone. Shy, submissive boys were cute and could be fun to toy with, but they were hardy a challenge. Just the right look, and they’d melt into goo. Some other night, maybe she’d play softball, but tonight, she craved a challenge.

The man she chose to target sat at the end of the bar, bragging about his latest sexual conquest to any who would listen. That alone was not as crass as it might have been–they were in a sex friendly bar, and by the account being loudly and boastfully retold, he did at least spare an occasional thought for his partner’s pleasure.

Still, Maggie saw through the braggadocio. One night with her, and he’d be pleading for mercy.

After a little while sizing him up, she leaned to the bartender. “Order another round for the gentleman at the end of the bar.”

He’d, apparently, just been drinking a light beer. Good. She wanted him in full control of his faculties–no cheating. When the bartender delivered her drink, and the implied message that came with it, she flashed him a sultry smile.

The man returned the smile, and in that instant, Maggie knew she’d already won.

They shared a drink, and their names–He called himself ‘Mac’, though his real name was apparently Darren. They shared a polite conversation, one that she steered quickly towards impolite matters. She asked about whether he’d be interested in a little fun and, when they paid, she glanced at his ID, confirming his birthday.

He’d arrived with a few friends, she’d driven herself, so they took her car and went to her apartment. She asked how he’d like to spice things up a little, and to no surprise, he agreed. She kissed him at a stoplight, he kissed back, and they gauged each other’s passions eagerly.

Mac didn’t even notice the hair that Maggie surreptitiously pulled from his well-groomed coif.

“Rules,” she said, simply, as they walked into her home. “I heard you at the bar. You can ‘go all night’, right?”

“Absolutely,” he confirmed, sliding his hand to her butt, skin separated only by her barely-decent slip. “As long as you want, baby.”

“Baby,” she smirked, reaching back to take his hand and pull him towards the bedroom. “Okay. I think I’ll take you up on that. Take off your clothes, and lay down on the bed.”

He reached for his own pocket, taking out his wallet and producing a condom. His hands shook a little bit–despite his claim to regular, vigorous one night stands, Maggie noticed his eagerness, and the expiration date on the condom that showed it was just barely still useable.

He wasted no time stripping down to nothing, while Maggie turned the lights low, lit a few candles, and turned on some sultry music. She took out a towel from her dresser, along with a small gemstone. From there, she moved a hefty candle to her night stand, and finally slipped off her shoes.

“I’m on top,” she said, examining him with a predator’s eye, sizing up her prey. His cock stood at the ready, almost as large as he’d boasted, and she was pleased to note he kept things groomed and clean. Maybe he hadn’t simply been making things up about his prowess in bed after all, or maybe he just remained hopeful every night that he’d be taken home.

“What’s the towel for?” he asked.

Maggie almost rolled her eyes at the admission of his inexperience, but instead chose to preserve his ego. “I don’t want to ruin my sheets,” she said, climbing onto bed so that her legs straddled the outside of his thighs. She folded the towel in half to make a large square, then shimmied it beneath them, ready to absorb anything that might dribble down. “I’m going to use you ‘til I’m exhausted,” she said, simply. “You promised me stamina, and I expect you to keep that promise–if you ask me to stop, we’ll stop, but then I’ll know you were just boasting, and that your cock is a useless little thing that didn’t deserve my attention.”

Mac was caught off guard by the diminishing comment, but his raging hard-on stayed firm. “Don’t worry,” he said, laughing it off. “If anyone’s going to have trouble keeping up, it won’t be me.”

Smirking, Maggie reached for the candle, lifting it up from the base. Hot wax pooled around the wick, a slightly herby scent wafting away as it melted. “Hold still,” she warned.

Mac eyed the candle. “What are you doing?”

“You’ve never tried wax play?” she asked, pouring condescension into her words so that they all but dripped with smug superiority.

He just shrugged. “I mean–okay, go ahead.”

Without hesitation, she tilted the candle sideways, pouring the wax in a circle around his midsection. The wax hardened and cooled upon contact with bare skin, not hot enough to burn, and from his vantage point looking down he couldn’t see the sigil she’d formed.

Pressing down, Maggie stuck the Ruby–his birthstone–into the wax. “My will be made,” she whispered. “Let this man have no satisfaction ‘til I am satisfied.”

“Woah,” he said, chuckling. “What was that, some kind of hippie thing?”

“Call it, the power of positive thinking,” Maggie replied, leaning over to return the candle to her nightstand. “I say what I want, and the universe makes it happen.”

“Cool,” he said, glancing between her and his quivering cock. “So…”

“Don’t be impatient,” she chided, slipping her panties down between her legs and tossing them to the side. Moving forward, Maggie mounted him, sinking her weight onto his cock with intense satisfaction.

He groaned through closed hips, hips thrusting up into her, and Maggie let him do the work for now. He’d be tired before long, and she wanted to see what he could do.

Mac’s technique proved lacking, but it amused Maggie to see him thrust and moan beneath her, knowing that the satisfaction he craved wouldn’t be coming.

She waited until his energy began to flag before going in herself. Moving slowly at first, she watched his face, felt his little twitches of pleasure, building up speed and rocking into him harder, building pressure towards climax.

Pressing his head back into her pillows, Mac groaned, “I’m gonna–”

He twitched, and his face strained, while Maggie tensed and moaned loudly through the pleasure. Mac continued to thrust, certain he was on the razor edge of his own climax, but his frustrated attempts to reach that peak only furthered Maggie’s pleasure.

“Good,” she moaned, finally reaching down to pull off her mini-dress. Mac wore an expression of confused frustration, but she pretended not to notice. “I thought you’d give out on me there.”

“Y-yeah,” he mumbled, jaw tightening as Maggie began to slide herself down him again.

He’d figure it out, sooner or later.

She used him for fun. When she got tired of riding him, she turned around, taking his cock in her mouth and enjoying every desperate twitch of sensation as he tried and failed to cum. She used her fingers, both for her pleasure and his desperate frustration, she used his mouth, she spread his legs and slipped her fingers inside him, delighting in the desperate little moans he let out. The towel she’d spread out grew wet as she squirted, many times, employing Mac as her full-service sex toy while his whimpers grew louder.

His hopeless frustration grew. With every touch on his defused cock, he grew more sensitive, until he whimpered at her slightest touch.

Finally, Mac broke. Tapping his hand on the bed as though submitting in a wrestling match, he whimpered, “S-stop!”

Maggie, still sitting on his cock, slowed to a halt. “What is it?”

“It’s–I don’t know what’s happening,” he said. “I can’t cum.”

“I know,” Maggie purred. “You promised I’d be satisfied, didn’t you? I’m not even close to being done yet.”

“That’s not–it’s–” he whimpered.

Maggie shifted forward slightly, and that slight brush of sensation sent him into a convulsing spasm of overstimulated pleasure. “Oh, I should be clear. You can’t cum until I’m satisfied,” she teased, reaching down to press her hand into his chest. “You promised, didn’t you? That your cock wasn’t a useless little thing?”

He shook his head, and when Maggie slid off him, he shuddered. “Please–”

“I should explain,” Maggie said, sitting back on his knees. With one finger, she traced a circle around the head of his penis, barely making contact, sending him into convulsions nonetheless. “I put a little curse on you. Until I lift it, this little thing between your legs doesn’t get to have any fun. And, just for good measure–it doesn’t get to come down, either. That sensitivity can only build.”

Mac began to respond, but she slid her hand down his shaft and he instead moaned in restrained, blissful agony. Finally, she let him reply. “I can’t–I can’t keep this up.”

“Then there’s a compromise,” she purred. “But you have to admit it.”

He looked confused for a moment, then understood, laying his head back in defeat. “M-my cock is a useless little thing.”

“Good,” Maggie replied. “There is a way for you to cum, but it’s not the way that grown men do. I’d like to introduce you to someone.”

He started to speak, but a single tap of her fingertip against his raging erection stole his words, and he only whimpered and nodded.

“Stay still, and do not move,” Maggie said, pushing up from the bed. He obeyed, possibly because the simple act of shifting his weight would have sent him into overstimulation.

Maggie left the room, retrieving two objects from the closet at the end of the hall. The primary one of focus was a stuffed plush rabbit, round and squishy without any limbs–really, just a large pillow with a face, ears, and a fluffy little tail.

She walked back in, holding the stuffy up and approaching Mac. “This is Dawn. Mac, say hello to Dawn.”

Mac looked at the large stuffy, eyes widening. “H-hello, Dawn.”

“Dawn is your new girlfriend,” Maggie explained. “Whenever you want to satisfy your useless little thing, you will have to play with Dawn. Understood?”

He started to shake his head, so Maggie reached out to stroke his erection and send another wave of torturous pleasure through him. He quickly pulled back and nodded. “U-understood.”

“That’s not all,” Maggie said. “You can only play with Dawn if you’re dressed the part. She’s got standards, you see.” From behind her back, she produced the other object, a thick, crinkly, white diaper. “Do you know what this is?”

“A diaper,” he said.

“That’s right! And Dawn will only let you play with her if you’re wearing a full, soggy, smelly diaper.”

He whimpered. “P-please…”

“Do you need help?” Maggie asked, setting down Dawn and crawling onto the bed, so that she knelt by his waist. “Do you need me to show you?”

He shook his head, sitting up to reach for the diaper. Maggie rolled her eyes and pushed him back down. “That was a rhetorical question. Hold still.”

She wrapped the diaper around him, and though his raging erection tented out the front quite visibly, she managed to get the padding in place and taped securely down. “There’s one last thing,” she said, rubbing her hand into the front of his diaper, making Mac mumble in frustration. “When you play with Dawn, you have to wear your diaper until, well…Dawn. No changies after you’ve had your fun.”

She pulled back, and lifted up the stuffed rabbit, setting it on the bed. Ravenous for satisfaction, Mac sat up and seized the stuffy, rutting into it with desperate moans. Maggie giggled, watching the whole display.

At his confused lack of satisfaction, she asked, “Didn’t you hear? Dawn won’t let you have any fun until you’ve used your diaper completely. That means number one,” she reached down, stroking the front of his diaper, “And number two.” With her other hand, she gave the seat of his diaper a squeeze.

“I…” Mac mumbled. “I don’t need to go.”

“That’s a lie,” Maggie replied.

He hung his head, nodding meekly.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Maggie said, pointing at the bulge in his diaper. “And I doubt you want to leave here without addressing that.”

Sitting up, Mac caved to pressure, puffed out his cheeks, and obeyed. Maggie heard a telltale hiss and watched as a yellow spot began spreading out from the tip of the bulge in his diaper and, a moment later, heard the rumbling blrrch as he began packing the seat, loading his diaper with a heavy, smelly mess that sagged between his legs.

He knew better than to try and cut things off once they’d begun. He filled his diaper completely, soaking it through and through, pushing so much muck into the seat that even Maggie had to cover her nose and smirk.

Body relaxing, Mac seized Dawn by the ears and thrust his diaper into it, thrusting once, twice, then stiffening as he finally reached climax.

Maggie thrilled to see it. In just a few hours of sexual torture, she’d reduced him from a swaggering, confident man to a helpless baby, willing to fill up his diapers just for the pleasure of a few seconds humping his new favorite toy.

She rubbed the back of his diaper while he spurted into the front, pressing his mess into him. “Shh, there you go baby. Isn’t that better than pretending you can satisfy a real woman?”

He nodded, defeated. “Can I–is that it?”

“Oh, you’re still cursed,” she promised. “Be careful how much you touch yourself, since you’ve only got one way to let go now. You can take Dawn with you, and I’ll even send you home with a few diapers, buf you want the curse lifted you have give me what you promised.”

Looking down at his completely used diaper, his finally-fading erection, Mac swallowed. “I…don’t know if I can.”

“That’s what I thought,” she smirked, giving his messy diaper one last squeeze, stroking the sodden front. “Now, you’re welcome to go play with Dawn in the corner, but I’d like to be satisfied tonight, and goodness knows you won’t be the one to do that.”