Never Trust Mistress Amber

As soon as got back on the property, Mistress Amber called to tell me to put the clothespins on. Like I didn’t see that coming.

And by the time I get back to the house, they are really hurting, so I ask if I can take them off. And Mistress Amber says “i’ll do you this one favor.” So she takes off my jeans and the panties and the penis harness before putting on a corset and four layers of an adult diaper. Four layers and then the same panties I was wearing.

And she puts in the small forms. Not that it really matters, because the elastic in the bra is so far gone that it doesn’t give any support, so every time I move, the forms move. Up and down. Right and left. Oh, and they grab the clothespins as they move.

As I was trying to put my jeans back on (over the huge diaper), surprise, surprise, they don’t fit. She says ‘don’t worry, you can just use this skirt instead,’ as if it is an equal trade. And as punishment for the jeans not fitting back over the diaper that she put on, I’ve got to wear high heels now.

So now, as a part of her “favor”, I’m sitting her typing this as my nipples still burn. She said she will consider taking them off when I get back inside. I’m coming to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter what I do–the punishment is always going to be the same.

This is freaking ridiculous.

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