The Festival - Part 2 (MDLB) (Patreon)

As Joy and Anthony walked into camp, Anthony had to admit that he was feeling slightly nervous. His girlfriend had made it clear to him that she was not happy with the way things were going and somehow, this weekend, festival weekend of all weekends, was going to be the day that she punished him.

Only, it wasn’t a punishment.

This wasn’t a punishment.

Joy had said it herself.

Whatever was supposed to come would be more of a lesson or a teaching experience.

But what exactly was his girlfriend planning?

After a while,Joy and Anthony had checked into the camp and were sitting inside their tent examining their surroundings. The tent was not exceptionally large, but could fit four if you were really motivated. The ground was a soft looking terf, while the rest of the tent had so many windows. There were shades that could be pulled down, obscuring them from their neighbors.

The tent did have two air mattresses for good measure and several blankets and places to store things. As she usually did, Joy instantly began the process of unpacking. Anthony stashed the pastel bag in the corner and followed suit, hanging up a few of his more delicate clothing and placing his toiletry kit next to the door.

Anthony unfolded his chair and slumped into it.

Even though he wasn’t the one to drive all the way to what was dubbed the Electric Jungle, he was still tired. Something about sitting in the car for hours really made you feel tired and stiff.

Joy was busy unpacking her things while Anothny watched. But in his peripheral vision, the pastel bag, the one that he had stuffed in the corner, glared at him. In the neutral tones and dark greens that were the tent, the pastel bag was this interloper. It was this garling eye of Sauron reaching out to him, whisterping his name.

But it wasn’t a big deal because right now, it seemed as if Joy had completely forgotten about the bag and the strange scents inside of it. Instead she just kept fussing with the tent, straightening up things and making things look like home.

Anthony cleared his throat, “Hey babe, how about some dinner?” He figured if he could keep her distracted, they’d never have to speak about the bag. “There’s a cafe up the path, I saw it when we walked in…”

Joy stood up and looked at Anthony. “After we have our discussion.”

Anthony’s stomach knotted.

“Go get the bag,” Joy pointed to the corner, where the pastel glared at him.

“Maybe after dinner?”

“This isn’t for debate Anthony.” Joy was firm.

Anthony reached over and tentatively picked up the bag. The weight was familiar from earlier. The zipper was partly open and he could catch a glimpse of the plastic that was inside. Was that powder he smelled?

Joy took the bag from him and sat down in the other chair in the room.

“Before I start, I want to let you know that I didn’t just come up with these ideas on my own. I’ve actually been speaking to my therapist about them and he agrees that this is the best path forward.”

“Your doctor agrees..?”

“Did I stutter?”

Anthony got quiet.

Joy was still mad.

Joy took a deep breath and continued. “If we are going to have this conversation, you need to do two things first. And at any time, you can leave and our earlier agreement still stands.”

“I told you, babe, I’m here to stay. I’ll do anything.” Anthony was adamant. He needed Joy to understand his commitment to her. He would do anything to make their relationship work. He would do anything to ensure that Joy understood that she was one of the most incredible parts of his life and wanted to do better. “Anything.”

Joy nodded. “Take your clothes off.”

Anthony blinked and opened his mouth to speak.

“You said you’d do anything.”

It was true. He did say anything. Anthony’s brian moved a few feet behind him and ran through the entire day and everything Joy had said. But then he thought about something Joy had said to him when they first started dating.

They had been sitting at the local Taco Bell, pushing around the remnants of a Baja Blast and nachos when Joy had looked at Anthony and wiped some nacho cheese off his mouth.

She’d accidentally nipped him on the lip in the process, causing him to wince.

“I’m so sorry,” Joy said, withdrawing backward.

Anthony grabbed his lip and checked his fingers for blood.

Joy grabbed a napkin and dabbed his mouth and said the words that he’d never forget. “I’d never hurt you Anthony.” And then she said it again. “I’ll never hurt you. You’ll always be safe.” And she said she promised.

Right now, that same thought was echoing through his mind. “I’ll never hurt you. You’ll always be safe.”

Anthony believed her.

So he took off his clothes.

***

The tent wasn’t cold, but Anthony felt exposed. Completely exposed.

Joy picked up Anthony’s pants and tee shirt and proceeded to look him up and down all over. Anthony was rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet trying his best to cover his modesty. But Joy insisted that he uncover himself.

Anthony, shocked, but still in his compliant stage, let his hands drop at his sides. In any other situation, this might be a dominant position. But, here, right now he felt small. Joy was sitting in the chair, her leggings and crop top on, staring at him as he stood naked.

She placed her hands on his hips and guided him so that he was standing right in front of her.

“First, I want to remind you that I love you. And that you’re important to me. You’re special to me. I’ll never hurt you.”

Anthony squirmed slightly. This position could have been sexual, it could have been a power exchange, but right now it wasn’t. But as he paid attention to her, he realized she was completely sincere. She didn’t look at his nakedness, she stared straight into his eyes.

“But you have hurt me. Tremendously.”

Anthony was about to speak, but he thought better of it. It was time to listen.

“This weekend is supposed to be about connecting with everyone, with the music, with you, but I feel that instead it’s a good time for me to do what my therapist and I discussed. Which is why I brought this bag with me.”

Anthony glanced down at her lap where the pastel bag sat closed and glaring at him.

And then she opened the bag.

“We’ve decided…” Joy paused for a moment and cleared her throat. “We’ve decided… that the punishment needs to fit the infraction that’s occurred. So you can fully understand that your actions have consequences, not just for me, but for you as well.”

Joy pulled out a bottle of baby powder and a packet that said “Pampers” on it and laid them on the floor. Next she pulled out the thick, fluffy plastic bundle that was inside.

Unfolding it on her lap, it was clear what the item was. It was a diaper.

A really large one.

Anthony had never seen one so large in his life.

In the rationalization that was floating in his mind, Anthony knew that there had to be diapers that big. Old people with issues wore them all the time. Only this one didn’t look like it was for old people.

It was a white diaper, starkly plastic and white. Everytime Joy’s fingers moved, the plastic crinked aggressively. But on the waistband, the facade of a pure medical product was shattered. In bright bubble letters were the words, Pampers.

This diaper was designed for a giant baby.

Anthony felt like he processed all of that in a matter of hours. Only it took seconds. Joy looked into his eyes, watching him process the diaper and smiled slightly. She kept folding and unfolding it over and over to make sure the crinkle was resonating in his ears.

Her doctor had told her this was the most effective way to capture his attention.

“So after you fumbled the bathroom situation, I decided that you needed to understand why this was a bad thing. You needed to understand the consequence for your oversight. I am the one who needs to use those grimy, filthy porta potties. And you know that we don’t have the budget to add on luxury toilets to our festival fare.”

Anthony couldn’t keep his eyes off the diaper. It crinkled loudly in his ears. Anthony could even smell it, the smell of baby powder scented plastic invading his senses.

There was no way she was going to make him wear that. They had the bathroom passes after all.

“Joy, come on. Babe.” Anthony flashed a nervous grin. “We already bought the bathroom passes. Like, we are fine. I can just work a little overtime and get the extra cash that we need. I don’t see the need to do any of this.”

“I bought the bathroom passes,” Joy said, holding up a finger. “For myself. And you’re not using them.”

“Fine, I’ll just use the porta potties then,” Anthony went to reach for his pants back, but Joy had put them out of reach.

“You can take your clothes back and you can also pack your bags.”

Joy was firm.

Anthony took a second to think, extremely aware that he was still naked in the tent, his girlfriend glaring at him. He decided right then and there that he was going to go along with this for a few hours. Maybe Joy would get bored and decide that because he went along with this, that he indeed was taking a few steps to change.

Besides, it wasn’t like Joy wanted to “baby” him or anything.

Anthony paused for a moment and then said, “Fine, give it to me, I’ll put it on tonight.” And then noticing that he came out a little harsher than expected softened his tone. “Joy, I’m sorry.” Getting on his keeps and touching Joy’s leg he finished the statement that he hoped would reverse her determination, “I’ve messed up, but I love you and I’m willing to change.”

Joy nodded. “Then prove it to me. Lie down.”

“Wait a second…”

“Lie down.” Joy was firm. “I need to do this. The doctor said so.”

Anthony numbly lay on a pad that he hadn’t noticed on the floor before and Joy loomed over him. She crinkled the diaper a bit, unfolding it in front of him. The plastic rustled loudly as she placed it near his feet.

Anthony tried to look anywhere but at Joy as she twisted the top of the baby powder open and began sprinkling the powder on his private areas. It felt nice, but felt completely wrong. The smell was overpowering. All Anthony could think was, all this because he forgot to buy festival bathroom passes?

Anthony glanced down at Joy as she pushed him to lift up and then flop back down on the diaper. His penis reacted by slowly getting hard the moment she wiped powder on that area of his body.

Joy seemed to smile slightly when this happened. But that could have been a trick of the mind. The smile was what caused Anthony to wilt in humiliation and instantly become both angry and submissive at the same time.

“These look cute on you,” Joy said, pulling the tapes over his legs and rubbing them slightly. She did the same on the other side and rubbed the tapes some more.

The diaper was finally on Anthony. As he bent his legs, all he could feel and hear was the diaper. It was strange standing up because the diaper just followed him everywhere he went. It was this soft, plastic crackling noise that would not leave him.

Like it or not, he was trapped in the diaper for the time being.

Anthony looked up and Joy who looked extremely pleased with herself.

“Now let’s get dinner,” she said, grabbing her purse. “And put on your pants, no one wants to see your diapers.”