Daily Free-Write September 27, 2020 (Patreon)

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So there I was tied to a pole in the parking lot by my chastity cage. Forced to squat with my hands cuffed behind my back and wait for my mommy to come back for me. I knew better than to ask the passers-by for help. Nobody wanted to pay the $200 fine for tampering with my restraints, the sign was posted right above my head as if anyone needed a reminder of that. I whimpered and waited. Praying that I would at least save myself the embarrassment of having an accident in front of all these people. And yet as the minutes stretched on like an eternity, and the shame beat down on me like the beating sun, I already felt the familiar signs. The lurch in my gut, and the aching pressure in my bladder that told me I would soon be voiding both whether I wanted to or not.  

I looked around, and I couldn't resist myself. 

"Help? Little help here?" I called, an edge of desperation in my voice. 

A family passed by and the parents admonished their kids not to look. A older lady just shook her head as I implored her, muttering,

"Cucks these days.."

Damn. The most reaction I got was mere annoyance. I scanned the area for my Mommy. I called her name, but there was no ansver. Finally I just screwed my eyes shut and concentrated on holding it. It was all I could do. But even that wasn't enough, I knew. The first thing that happened was the cramping in back, getting stronger and stronger in waves. It wasn't like the constant pressure of urine which just got stronger over time. Every time I thought for sure I was going to lose it I held on, only to be wracked by another wave of cramps. My cage jumped and dripped precum onto the pavement below me. Sure, it was painful, but the stimulation of all that fudge packed against my prostate did its work. 

And then, suddenly and without warning, I felt several sudden bladder spasms, giving me a new painful-yet stimulating sensation. I heard my urine splattering against the pavement below, and I groaned. Both in relief and humiliation. Once it started it wouldn't stop. Moments later another battle was lost as I felt my body pushing out the contents of my bowels. I hunched forward and grunted as I felt it all come out, pushing my hole wide open. I felt like a tube of toothpaste and I dared no look back. The relief felt soo good that I stopped fighting and instead hunched down and grunted as I pushed more out. 

"Hnnnnnggg!"

I wanted it all out of me now, so I wouldn't have to deal with that terrible feeling of fullness. I'd deal with the consequences later. 

Finally, I was finished. I panted. My feet felt wet, splattered by all the urine that had come out of me. I was practically standing in a puddle. I looked behind me at the big pile of poop I had left, and cringed. Nobody seemed to really pay attention, though. I was just a cuck doing what cucks do when they're not wearing protection. 

"Mommy's back!" 

I looked up to see my mommy approaching with a bag of groceries on her hip and the car keys in the other hand. I blushed and looked down, ready for the berating I knew I would get.

"Well, well. Looks like somebody couldnt' hold it after all. What was it you said about not needing diapers? You begged me to let you out of them to prove yourself and look at what happened. Exactly what I said would happen."

She sighed. I knew better than to say anything, so I just hung my head in shame.

"Wait here, cuck. I'll be back."

She returned soon with her pooper picker upper bag, and cleaned up my mess, depositing it into the nearby trash receptacle before taking a wet wipe and wiping my behind. 

"There we go, cucky," she said, as she took off her rubber gloves, and tossed them into the trash along with the soiled wipe. I had fallen so far since I was the head of the family. I guess it's true what they say. I had fallen hard.

Mommy untied my cock leash and uncuffed my wrists, allowing me to rest my sore shoulders and wrists. 

"Come on, Cuck. Let's get you into a fresh diaper. You'll be getting the belt from Daddy when he gets home."

I cringed and thought about my Wife's new lover. He was as cruel as he was hot. Even I found myself tenting my diaper whenever he was around and I wasn't even gay. Not that any cuck has the option of who plays with them. The only sexuality we get to have is that of obedience and pleasing our betters. And boy did Chaz and Mommy take advantage of that little perk whenever possible. I got more sex now than I ever did when I was a man. It just didn't involve my boy bits. I sighed and looked up at the ceiling of the car as my wife pushed my legs in the air and powdered my bottom. I wasn't paying attention to anything she was saying, too lost in my own head as I felt the familiar feeling of a very thick diaper being brought up between my legs and secured tightly, locking away my nether regions under yet another barrier of protection and denial. 

"...would you like that, cucky?" 

"Huh?" I hadn't heard word she said. I just nodded without thinking. 

"Oh really?" she said, with her eyebrows raised. "I must admit I'm surprised, but I'm also a bit impressed. Okay then, cucky, we'll try it out." 

Wait, what had she said? What had I agreed to? I'd missed it. My mind began to race as she led me around to the back seat and strapped me into my carrier. I felt like an overgrown toddler writing in my carseat while she sat in the front, driving us home. I hoped I hadn't agreed to anythign too extreme, but I had more immediate concerns to worry about, like Daddy, and his belt.