Silly Sissy Gets Trapped 6

I woke some point in the night, unsure of how long I had been asleep. I had an overwhelming urge to piss. I knew I had a diaper on, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I fought for a while, trying to get back to sleep. My binds made it tough to get comfortable, my bladder not silencing itself. I tossed and turned best I could for a bit. Eventually, I nodded off, only to be woken by my need to relieve myself again. Besides the weird mental block preventing me from using my diaper, being unsure of what time it was kept me from wanting to fill my diaper up and risk laying in it for hours. My body would ultimately win the battle, the pain becoming unbearable trying to hold back the inevitable. My mind gave in, and I felt the warm sensation filling around me as my piss came rushing out.

I lay there, ashamed that I had just pissed myself, as the warmth began to cool. I wondered what time it was, trying to calculate how long I would be laying in this now cold, wet diaper. I was already chilly with the lack of blanket. My stomach growled, completely empty from the lack of food I've had this weekend.

All in all, it was a fitful night of sleep. So when I was woken by the hatch opening, I wasn't nearly as exuberant as I thought I would be. I was tired, hungry, horny. I was ready to be back to my comfort living. But those feelings washed away as Daddy's hands found my nipples. He spent a good few minutes getting me nice and worked up before he freed me and helped me back to the main floor.

As the hood was removed, allowing me to work my jaw, my eyes adjusting to daylight again, I was looking forward to getting out if the diaper so I could use a toilet for the sensation that was building again. The confusion that washed over me as he left the room, ordering me to follow, was understandable.

He pulled out a chair at the table, now clean and usable after all my hard work yesterday. I took a seat, begrudgingly, as I took in the smell of coffee, bacon, eggs. Finally some food I thought. As I watched him finish cooking, I couldn't wait. He placed a glass of juice in front of me, followed by a bowl, the contents resembling oatmeal.

"Eat up. Then when you clean up the kitchen, well get you out of that diaper and ready for your work today."

This day wasn't shaping up to be any better than yesterday. Guess I am getting the full slave experience I thought to myself. Defeated, I let go the hold on my bladder, surely overfilling my diaoer now. I picked up the spoon and took the first bite, watching him dig into his delicious breakfast.

"Plain oats in warm water for slaves. Gotta watch your calories and all. Apple juice for little girls, watered down of course. Can't have too much sugar."

The apple juice, watered down or not, was a treat in that moment. I chugged half the glass in one big sip. Only realizing that he watered it down with his own piss. A mixture of sweet and bitter took over my tastebuds. I forced myself to finish the bland, cool soggy oats and piss juice.

I decided the best way forward would be to act cute and behave, so I looked at him, hoping to appear flirty, and asked if I could clear the table and clean up.

"Such a good girl you are, but you're forgetting something. Girls like you need your protein in the morning." A large grin washed over his face, sliding his seat out to expose his hard cock in his tighty whities.

I got on my knees and pulled his waistband below his balls. His dick sprang out at me, and he bobbed it up and down until I took it in my hand. I thought that if I give him a great blowjob, and stay flirty, he'll take it easy on me, surely. So I put my inexperience to work, and made love to his cock. slowly working his cum out of him. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face into his pelvis before cumming down my throat, causing me to choke slightly. He pushed me off of him and stood up, looking down at me.

"Now that you're finished with breakfast, you may clean the kitchen. When you're done, get dressed in what I lay out for you, and meet me outside. Don't dally around and keep me waiting slut."

I got to work, clearing the table and wiping it down. Sliding the chairs back into place and sweeping the floor around the table. Then onto the dishes, washing and drying them before cleaning the stovetop and counters. I finsihed with a sweep up of the kitchen floor and headed to see what he was dressing me in for the day.

I spotted the pile of clothes on the floor and began to separate them. A pair of knee high, black patent leather platform boots. A red satin thong and bralette. A black garter belt, with fishnet thigh highs. Black patent leather shorts. And a sheer long sleeve top, red, with satin trim. And finally, a large plug and lube. I wondered what kind of chores I could do outside in a getup such as this as I began to dress.

I found Daddy doing something with his quad, mechanics were never my thing growing up. I walked to him, hoping for an easy day. He let out a whistle and directed me to his truck bed. This wouldn't be an easy day after all.

He wasted no time fixing the armbinder on, followed by the hood, no blindfold this time at least. I was led to his shed and waited as he pulled out a lawn mower. He had rigged it up so that he could attach it to me from behind with a series of straps. As he got everything fitted into place, he explained that my first job was to cut the grass. Simply walk back and forth until everything was cut. What the fuck!

With a pull of the string, this loud mower came to life. He smacked my ass and told me to get going. Out of all the chores I imagined out here, this was the furthest from what I pictured. Walking through the tall grass was a challenge itself. I would find that walking straight enough for the mower to not miss spots was even more difficult.

I had worked up a sweat fairly quickly, with the sun beating down on me. I had no idea how much I had to get done, as the area around his house was fairly large. I would find out later, the answer was all of it. The sun gave way to clouds eventually, and a slow drizzle began. As I made each pass, slowly getting wet, having to walk slower with the wet grass, I wholeheartedly expected him to come back out and get me. So when he came walking towards me, only to fill the gas tank and leave again, I was dumbfounded.

By the time I had finished, the sun was back out. I was exhausted. My legs were sore and my feet hurt. The air grew heavy and humid. I just kind of dumbly stood at the back of the house while the mower ran, waiting for him to do something. He eventually came out and killed the mower, telling me to walk it to the shed.

With the mower unstrapped and put away, and my armbinder removed, he handed me a large glass of water. Crystal clear, ice cold water. It felt so refreshing just holding it as I waited for him to remove the gag. He gave me a few minutes to enjoy my drink before explaining that I was to pick up the litter laying around the house and then weed the beds in front.

With the gag replaced, I set out on my next tasks. It was nearing the evening hours when I was finally complete. Walking up the steps to the house took a lot out of my legs and I was ready to collapse. He told me to strip down and shower quick, an order I was all too happy to obey.

As I lathered my body and let the hot water flow over me, I knew my time was nearly up here. Having to work tomorrow, he knew I had to leave tonight and get ready for my week. I was looking forward to being home in my bed, free to move around as I pleased. I was trying to decide if I wanted to come back and do this again, settling on the idea that I would decompress and decide that in a day or two. As gruelling as it was, the weekend had part ls I enjoyed, even if after the fact. Daddy shouting startled me, breaking my thoughts.

"Let's go faggot. Using up all my hot water."

I hurried to dry off and head to the "dungeon" where a naked Daddy stood. I dressed quickly in the clothes he set out. A school girl outift, pink themed, one of the ones you see on a pornstar, complete with white knee high nylon socks. Once dressed, he led me to his room, where he layed on his bed.

"You know what to do sissy. Get Daddy ready and then climb on top."

I looked at his flaccid dick, laying on his bushy ball sack. I wondered if girls, ever faced with a view like this, actually looked forward to sucking the dick. Hmm, odd thought. I crawled up the bed, trying to act seductive, like a pornstar ready for the final act. I took him in my mouth, rubbing my tongue around the soft head. I could feel him start to grow immediately. I reached behind and pulled out my plug before sliding up to straddle him.

This, as with most everything else this weekend was a first for me. So as I reached for his dick, trying to get it lined up, it took a second. I finally found my hole with his tip, and lowered myself slightly to breach my sissy pussy. I maintained my hold on him until I lowered myself further, sure that he was sliding all the way in.

Not fully knowing, I lowered myself all the way down, yelping as he hit just a bit deeper than previous times. I started to rock my body slowly, trying to find a rhythm, trying to get into it. I thought back to the porn I've watched and tried to reenact what I've seen. He finally brought his hands up to my sissy tits, stirring my arousal as he teased my nipples. This only got me more into it, as I started searching for tht special spot.

As my pace grew, my arousal grew. He was also thrusting into me as I rode, never stopping the work he was doing on my nipples. I was panting, both from how horny I was becoming, and how tiring riding a dick actually is. He too had begun moaning.

"Daddy, your dick feels so good right now. I don't want it to stop."

"Mmm. Yes sissy. Your tight little pussy grips me so well. I'm gonna love fucking you all the time."

"Yes Daddy. I want to stay your slut. I wasn't sure, but now I am. I'll be the perfect little girl for you."

He lifted me off of him and got behind me. It happened so fast that he was inside me before I fully processed it all. He had a tight, almost painful grip on my hips. He was fucking me, hard. Pulling me into him as much as he was thrusting into me. My ass actually started to hurt, but he was rubbing my spot perfectly so I didn't care.

"Yesssss, fuck me Daddyyyyyy. Pleeeeeaassseee." Squealing was all I could manage now.

"Such a good fucking slut for Daddy, aren't you?"

"Mmph, yes Daddy."

I could feel myself ready to orgasm, right on the edge. He was fucking me more deliberately now, nearing his own orgasm. My body was tingling everywhere. My clit wasn't even hard in it's cage at that moment. As my body let go, the cum just oozed out of my limp dick with each of his thrusts. It felt so good to have that release.

"You're. My. Fucking. Slut. Now." He spoke a new word with each pump, bottoming out with each.

"I. Own. You. Nowwwwggghhhhh", he trailed off as he filled my sissy pussy with his cum. We collapsed into the bed, his full weight squishing my puny teen body into the mattress. I didn't care, I was in sissy heaven at the moment.

We eventually got up. He plugged me back up before heading to piss and clean himself up. He came back to the room, telling me to lick my mess off his sheets and get dressed in one of my outfits.

"Would you like to pick out an outfit for me to wear home Daddy?"

"You sure you trust me to decide what you're wearing for a drive home?"

"Not entirely, but it feels right in this moment."

"Ok. Go pack your bag and I'll see what I can find."

I began to pack my stuff up. Grabbing the outfit from the dryer that I had washed. It seemed to have come clean, for the most part. I was still dressed in this slutty school girl outfit. I was partly relieved to be going home, partly sad. As I was zipping my bag up, Daddy walked in.

"I've decided, you're wearing that outfit home. Put those shoes on" (the Mary Janes), "and that should let anyone who sees you know what a sissy slut you are. Oh, and I've removed you boy clothes from your car. You'll be walking into your house just like that."

A nervous smile crossed my face, I had a feeling he would make this embarrassing for me. "Ok Daddy, thank you for picking out my outfit."

"I'm going to follow you home sissy. I want to know where you live. I also want to lay some rules for you when we get there. As my slave, you're not free just because you're not with me."

"Oh, um, ok. It's just that I, uh, well I thought we'd give it a day and then see how we felt about the weekend."

"Not at all. I told you I own you. The pictures I have of you help ensure that. You're free when I release you and not before."

"Yes, of course. Well ok Daddy."

We both got into our vehicles and started off to my house. I passed the point where I had intended on changing into boy clothes, and made the turn onto the highway. As nervous as I was driving in a pornstar costume, it felt liberating to just dress as myself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to continue seeing Daddy, just for a little while longer...