It was the best day that Douglas could remember in a long time.
It wasn’t a trip to Disney or nothin’, but it was still really good.
He was a little annoyed at first that Melissa woke him up early, but then she took him out.
They’d had a great breakfast: Bottomless pancakes and iced sugary coffee.
Then they’d gone to see an early matinee.
Lots of explosions and then stopped at a sushi place for lunch
Melissa had paid for it all.
She’d paid for it all normally, true, but she’d specifically asked for the check each time,
no more awkward stares from waitresses.
It was when they’d gotten home that things really kicked into high gear.
“Put this on.” Melissa dangled a frilly black blindfold in front of him on.
“I want to show you something.”
Douglas knew that tone.
“Where’d you get that?” Douglas asked.
“Just put it on, silly.”
“How are you gonna be able to show me something if my eyes are covered up,” he asked inquisitively.
That got him a light smack in the arm.
Douglas laid on the bed, unable to contain the grin plastered all over his face.
He’d allowed himself to be guided, completely carried away by the sensory deprivation.
For some reason, the apartment smelled different, too.
Like fresh perfume; lavender.
“I got a cleaning crew to come help while we were out.”
They’d done a good job.
The place had never smelled this good before.
He’d tried to help Mellisa in her little conquest.
However, that had only earned him a slap on the wrist;
one that actually hurt a little bit.
“No, no, no. Let me do it for you, baby,”
she whispered. Oh! that certainly did something to awaken him.
“Patience, baby.”
Melissa said.
“All good things to those who wait. I want to get this just right.”
Doug squirmed on the bed.
His stomach gurgled, and he felt a not-so-little cramp.
The morning coffee and lunchtime sushi were finally starting to do their work.
Speaking of this stuff…there was definitely a bullet in the chamber so to speak.
Determined not to ruin this for himself, Doug clenched a little.
Already he was working out a gameplan:
At some point Melissa would get off, too, he supposed, but that didn’t come into his calculations.
Melissa was a big girl and knew how to take care of herself.
“Almost ready,” Melissa told him.
He heard a strange, yet oddly familiar crinkling sound.
Eerily familiar.
“You opening something up?”
He asked. Maybe Melissa had a toy in a plastic bag that she was just now opening.
Melissa didn’t immediately respond.
“Thrust your hips up for me,” she said.
He did so. Even with his legs the way they were he still had enough to get his butt up a few inches.
“Good boy. Go ahead and lower yourself down.
Good.” Doug’s bottom came down on something soft and padded, almost like an extra layer of bedding.
When he did, he heard that same crinkle.
“Open up.” Melissa told him.
Doug did, but only to ask a question.
He never got a word out.
Something big and rubber entered his mouth.
Some kind of gag?
Still blindfolded he frowned as he reflexively sucked on the rubber teat, a long-dormant habit resurfacing.
A pacifier?
Once again, Doug’s own chain of thought was interrupted as he felt Melissa grab him member.
“What the?” He mumbled.
The thing was just wide enough that he couldn’t spit it out right away.
Click-click.
Doug felt something fasten around him, fastening onto the base, but not quite covering him otherwise…
Without looking at it he couldn’t quite identify it , though.
“Okay, baby,” Melissa said, her voice cooing the way women do when they’re talking to a small child.
“Now, you can look.”
The blindfold was torn away from his eyes.
What Doug saw made his own personal Error 404 screen blip up in his brain.
Melissa had changed her clothes.
She wasn’t wouldn’t be wearing anything that Doug would have expected to see.
Her skinny jeans and tight t-shirt had been traded in for a modest dress;
the kind that people wore to church on Sunday.
She’d taken out her contacts and put on her glasses.
As soon as his brain registered what she was wearing, his eyes finally realized what she was doing!
There was a camera set up in the bedroom, pointed right at him!
“Hold still, baby.” Whether out of a physical inability or a mental overload,
Douglas did stay still.
He stay still; still enough to watch in wide-eyed horror and shrieked as Melissa pulled a diaper up.
A diaper! A REAL diaper!
Not like a Depends or whatever those old people wore in nursing homes.
This one had cartoons on the front.
Little cartoon meteors decorated the front, with a green triceratops standing in profile on the top of the waistband.
It was thick, too!
Other than the plastic backing, it looked exactly like the type of diaper an actual baby might wear.
A quick glance to the dresser behind the camera, and Doug realized that there were plenty more where that one had come.