The Boss’ Baby Part 12 - The Night Out

“Enjoying your cartoons baby?” Amy asked. Kneeling down next to me and smiling.

I had spent the last hour on the floor of the living room inside the 18-inch walls of the “playpen” trying to find any form of entertainment I could out of the Barbie dolls she’d given me to play with.

Some annoying show called Peppa Pig playing on the TV in front of me.

I didn’t even reply. Just continued sucking on the over-sized paci in my mouth.

She reached into the pen and pulled up the skirt of my frilly pink dress. Peeking underneath at my now soaking wet diaper. “Awwww! Wittle baby wooks wike she’s got pee pee in her Pampers!”

My cheeks turned the same shade as my dress. Even after 2 weeks of enduring her baby talk, it was still super humiliating.

“Lay back sweetheart! Let’s get your diapy changed before Mommy starts getting ready!”

“Getting ready for what?” I squeak around my paci as I lay back on the floor.

She smirks slightly as she pulls the tapes of my diaper open. “Oh...just going out for the night...”

My mouth gapes open, making my paci fall to the floor. “With who?” I ask, before she plops the paci back onto my mouth.

“Some...friends...” she says, glancing about, “you know...girls night!”

“On a Tuesday??” I ask incredulously.

“Mhmm” she acts like she’s going to say more. But her phone buzzes. She scoops it up before I can get a look at who it’s from. She smirks again, then taps out a message. Her nails clacking against the keyboard while I lay there with my dress up and caged cock out in the open.

Is it Charles? Is that who she’s texting?! I think, but don’t have the courage to say out loud.

She hits send and looks back at me, as if forgetting I was even there. Then she smirks.

“Awww! Why is your wittle pee pee getting all shrively in its cage?! It’s usually so excited to see me!” she giggles, tapping the hard plastic of the clear cage playfully.

“I never realized how small it is…” she contemplated, wriggling the cage back and forth, making the lock clank. “Do you think it’s because it’s been caged so long?”

She fiddled with the chain around her neck. I perked up at the sight of the tiny dangling key. She liked to taunt me with it, but this time she actually leaned down.

I held my breath in excitement as I felt her breath on my balls. She pressed the key into the little lock.

Is this really happening?? I thought.

The clasp released with a tiny click. She pulled metal bar through the loop and then slid the front of the cage off.

It was like my dick was being pulled from a slimy tube. The weeks of sweat and grime and precum that accumulated acted like a lubricant.

The fresh air hitting the head of my cock was pure bliss. I was free. It was free. It could breathe again, I could breathe again. I don’t know why I took it for granted before. When my dick was free to hang and stretch and get hard.

But that’s what it did. It immediately started standing straight up. It was timid, like it was worried it was still going to hit the confines of the cage. But nonetheless, it grew to a bigger size than it was allowed to in weeks.

“Is that it?” Amy asked, bringing me back down to Earth. “I remember it being bigger. Not big, but…bigger.”

Her face was so disappointed. Like it was a truth always staring her in the face that she never wanted to see. Why was she suddenly coming to this realization?

“Maybe we can make it bigger…” she said, taking my cock between her two fingers.

Oh my GOD it felt so good to finally be touched down there. Weeks of feeling nothing but my plastic prison left me so deprived. Now I was getting a handjob! Well…a ‘finger job’. But still! I was so turned on I could hardly stand it. I could feel my dick pulsing between her thumb and index finger.

“That’s it? Really?” She scoffed, disappointed.

I whimpered at her harsh words. What could I say? I’ve always been ashamed of my penis size. But to hear her disdain felt like getting punched in the stomach. Had she always been disappointed in my size? Was that why she was going out with someone else tonight?

She built up speed with her fingers, still only using two, and I knew it was coming. Should I tell her? What if she decides against it? It’s only been 3 weeks…not a month like we agreed to. Maybe she forgot?

I started convulsing. It was happening. I was finally gonna get to cum!! I twitched, clenched and then…

Bzzttt

Her phone buzzed. She immediately took her hands off my cock and snatched her phone. Leaving me hanging, panting, practically crying.

“DON’T!” She barked when I reached for my cock to finish the job. As much as I thought she wasn’t paying attention while she was typing, she seemed to have a keen eye for what I was doing.

I whimpered and protested pathetically with my throbbing cock still swaying in the wind. Leaking precum that I so wished could be a full load.

She set her phone face down and then turned back to me as if nothing happened. “Did you think I was gonna let you cum?” She asked, noticing the tears forming in my eyes. “Did you forget our agreement? It’s only been 3 weeks! So let’s get your wittle baby dick back in its cage where it belongs!”

It took several minutes to get my stubborn cock to go down. She had to flick it on the head several times to convince it that it would not be cumming today. Much to both of our chagrin. She practically had to stuff it back into the cage, forcing the tube forward and bending semi-hard dick so that the lock could be readministered. I whimpered and shifted on top of my open wet diaper as I waited for her to finish, which took a while because she kept stopping to answer her texts.

I couldn’t stop thinking about who she might be texting as she pulled the wet diaper from underneath me, rolling it up and taping it into a ball. Surely she isn’t going out with Charles after only two days...right? I thought as she slid a pink diaper underneath my bum.

She picked up the powder and applied it liberally to my now caged genitals. Leaning over and blowing it into a powdery cloud. It was the closest thing to a “blowjob” I'd had in weeks. I sighed, wondering if I’d ever know what that felt like again.

After she pulled the diaper over and taped it tight, her phone buzzed again. I tried to sit up fast enough to see it. Trying to get a glance at her screen. But my vision was interrupted by her handing me my rolled-up wet diaper.

“Put this in the trash will you, baby?” she said, grabbing her phone and turning it over.

“Also, I think the trash is getting full, you might have to take it out to the dumpster” she smirked.

The dumpster was at the end of the street.

******

Our community doesn’t have individual trash bins. Large trash has to be taken to the dumpster, which is about half a block down. I gulped as I gripped the bag, and the hem of my skirt, trying to pull it down as far as I could to cover my diaper as I stepped out of the house.

It was the first time I had gone out in public like this. Luckily it was dark, but the nerves were still firing. As I stepped onto the cold, rough, concrete, I was suddenly aware that in my despair I’d forgotten to grab shoes. I trembled and stepped awkwardly down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.

Headlights came up behind me. I froze like a deer at first, but then figured it would look more suspicious if I was just standing there stockstill. So I kept moving forward. Maybe they’ll just think I was a girl with short hair in a silly pink dress?

I held my breath as they drove by. Whatever they saw--or thought they saw--they didn’t say anything.

A group of skaters on the other side of the street zoomed by. One of them catcalled me, whistling, until one of his friends slapped him and laughed.

“That’s a femboi!” he jeered as they disappeared.

I wanted to shrink in on myself. They were probably making fun of their friend more than they were making fun of me, but being the butt of any joke--especially when that butt is in a diaper--is not exactly what I would call ‘thrilling’.

A girl on the same side of the sidewalk jogged past me. She had her headphones in, and was concentrating on what she was doing, but her glance and widening of eyes told me she was more than amused.

I couldn’t help but feel like a girl going out at night: feeling vulnerable, scared, even like I was in danger. Was anyone going to come by and rape me? Probably not. But someone might beat the shit out of me for being a ‘freak’.

Finally I made it to the dumpster and launched the bag in, before running as fast as I could back home with my diaper crinkling and the skirt flapping behind me.

*******

When I came back in the house Amy wasn’t in the living room. I panicked as I walked around to find her, Peppa Pig still blaring on the TV. Did she leave me already?? Where did she go??

I found her in the bathroom standing in front of the mirror in nothing but a black bra and panties. Looking stunning. Applying make-up to an already gorgeous face. She glanced over at me and smirked. Puckering her painted lips in a seductive way at the mirror.

“Please don’t go...” I say pathetically. “Stay with me!”

She laughs “I’m sorry honey but I already told...” she stopped as her phone buzzed again. She smiled and picked it up and started typing immediately as if I weren’t there.

I stood there awkwardly. Clenching the hem of my dress and crinkling in my diaper as I shifted my weight.

She set down her phone furthest away from me.

“If you want you can...get between my legs while I get ready...” she winked.

I knew exactly what she meant, and I was eager to please her. Thinking it might convince her to stay.

I knelt between her legs and pulled down her sexy, black, lacy panties. They were already soaking with her juices. Was she that wet for me? Or because of what might be happening tonight?

I tried not to think about it. Just tried to focus on convincing her to stay with my tongue as I worked it between her dripping lips. She tasted wonderful, and her scent made my cock poke instantly inside its cage.

“Mmmm...” she groaned. I glanced up to see her applying eyeliner to her eyes while they rolled back in her head.

Yes...I'm doing it! She’ll definitely want to stay--

Bzzz! Went her phone. She scooped it up instantly. I made to move my head back to see but she grabbed my hair and forced me back into her crotch. Hard. I wasn’t used to her being that dominant as she made me continue licking to the sound of her nails tapping out a message on her phone.

She started panting. Breathing harder and harder but still typing. “Oh my goddd...i’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Her legs shook and quaked.  She forced my head further into her pussy. My nose smushed as I did my best to continue licking.

“Yesss...yesss...YESSSS!!” she moaned. Convulsing and having to use her hand on the counter to steady herself as she climaxed. Breathing heavily for several seconds after.

“So now will you stay?” I asked. Wiping my mouth.

Her O-face changed to a loud cackle. “Hahaha no honey!” Sorry! But…you can lick my ass now. ”

******

30 minutes later she was in a black satin dress she had me pick out. I tried to pick the less sexy one, but she still managed to make herself look irresistible. My dick was becoming painful inside the cage.

She checked her phone again. It was becoming very annoying.

“Oh look at the time! I need to go! Let’s get the wittle baby to bed, shall we?” she said. Hurrying forward and grabbing my hand.

She led me out of the bathroom and even out of our bedroom, down the hall and into the room she had set aside for the future nursery of our baby we were never able to conceive.

The room was pretty stripped down, but it had a crib she got for a good price that, again, we hadn’t had to use yet. Until now…

“Get in.” she said, dropping the side railing down to the floor.

“What?” I asked incredulously.

“You heard me.” she repeated. “Get. IN!” and she nudged me forward onto the tiny mattress.

“Honey...please! Noo!” I said, starting to sob. It wasn’t even the undersized crib, or the humiliation of it all. I just really didn’t want to face where she was going.

“Shhhh...” she said, pulling a bottle seemingly from out of nowhere and placing the nipple in my mouth. It was a sweet, chalky taste. “Drink this dear, it will make it all better!”

“But I don’t want you to go!!” I cried, realizing I sounded like an actual toddler who didn’t want their real mommy to leave them.

“It’ll be okay! I’ll be back before you know it!” she cooed.

I decided to play my final card. I pushed with everything I had until I forced a huge, messy, stinky load into my diaper. I could see her wrinkle her nose.

“Awwww! Did the wittle baby go poopy?!” she giggled.

I nodded furiously. “Yes! Now will you please stay and change me??”

She laughed. Checking her phone again. “I’m sorry honey but I reallly don’t want to be late!”

I cried. I begged. I pleaded as she used rope to tie my wrists to the posts of the crib. It was all so pathetic as she kissed me goodnight and tucked a tiny baby blanket around me.

“Good night hubby!” she said as she turned off the light and headed for the door. “Sweet dreams!”

The door clicked close. Leaving me in total darkness with nothing but my thoughts, and my thoughts were dreaming up the worst possible scenarios.

******

“Wake up, honey! You’re gonna be late for work!” Amy said, poking through the bars of the crib.

I don’t remember when or even if she came home last night. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Just tossing and ‘turning’ in my poopy diaper as much as my bonds would allow. Trying to get comfortable inside the crib and trying not to think of who my wife was with and what she might be doing. She must have slipped something into that bottle, otherwise I would have stayed up to see just exactly how long she was out that night.

Was she with Charles? If so, did he tell her about me? That he’s been keeping me as his personal suck slut and all of this started because I was looking at sissy porn on my work computer?

I didn’t even have the courage to ask her as she untied me from the crib and led me to the floor to change my poopy diaper. My skin was burning at the wrists from the tension and friction of the rope she used to bind me, and my bum was on fire from the terrible diaper rash.

Her makeup was a little smeared. She hadn’t bothered removing it after last night. She still looked gorgeous as ever, albeit a little tired.

She fed me breakfast with a tiny baby spoon. Mushy bananas. Then helped me get my suit on over my diaper. Tapping my burning butt and giving me a kiss...on the cheek. “Have a good day at work, baby!” she said, waving goodbye.

******

I couldn’t focus on anything at work. Just moving numbers from one column to another while blankly staring at the screen. I couldn’t stop thinking about my wife being tangled up with another man.

Images of him fucking her, the same way he fucked me. The same way she had me fuck her with that big, black, fake dick.

I was almost eager to get to Charles’ daily blowjob. I thought about what I might say to him. How I would try to stand up to him. Confront him. Like a real man would do.

At 11:00 I made my way to his office. Garnering the usual looks from coworkers along the way.

At his door. I took a deep breath. Summoning all my courage. Prepared to stand up for myself. When I knocked, the door was opened by a woman. Not Stephanie the secretary.

It was my wife.

“Oh! Hi honey!” she smiled.

All of my courage left me like a deflated balloon. My jaw hit the floor.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” I asked. Was her hair messed up? Or was it just my imagination?

“Well I...” she leaned in to whisper this next part “I came to change your diaper and feed you some lunch. Then I ran into Charles and we got to talking!”

I studied her for a good while. After all these years with my wife, I’d never had to catch her in a lie. She was always so honest with me. But that was before she had to keep me in diapers and be around bigger, more attractive men.

I could see Charles smirking in the background. Not giving anything away either. “Amy and I were just discussing a possible opening at the company. Assuming you get promoted to corporate, that is...”

I looked back and forth from Amy and Charles several times. Both smiling softly.

“W-well w-what if I refuse the position at corporate?” I said with as much resolve as I could muster.

Charles clasped his hands and stared at me for a long while. “Hmmm...perhaps we should discuss it at another time?” he smiled, “How about over Dinner? Tonight. Your place.”

“Sounds great!” Amy chimed in before I could say anything. She sounded way too excited.

“Well then,” Charles smiled, “It’s settled. I’ll see you both tonight!”

To be continued....