After Mistress Amber got finished [playing dress-up], she took pictures to show Mistress M, that yes, I show up dressed up exactly like she had sent me. I’m not sure what else she was expecting.
And then she decided to punishment me for being “late”. It’s not as if I was taking my time arriving–it’s just a long trip. I think she was just mad that Mistress M had come through and I hadn’t spent three hours in her diabolical outfit. So she decided to keep me in it even longer than the trip would had. She stripped me down, duct taped on a regular diaper, put on pink plastic panties, stuffed them as tight as they would go then finished dressing me up and locking on some cuffs.
As I waddled around the house she kept threatening that if I didn’t shape up, she would send me out on errands like this. No, she wouldn’t. When it finally was time for me to run out, she did me a great favor and let me pull out the extra stuffing and the jumbo tits. Thanks. How about letting me take the rest of it off before I go out next time, huh?
When I got back, she found the need to continue the punishment–only worse than before. She replaced the semi-comfortable collar with the posture collar and then poured a 32oz bottle of freezing cold ice water down the front of my diaper. (Apparently I was supposed to drink the whole thing while I was gone. Who drinks an ice cold Gatorade, in the middle of winter, in less than an hour? I guess I was supposed to.) She then re-stuffed the plastic with even more than before and, since I didn’t look silly enough, put me in a babydoll-like dress. (It would have looked a bit more like a babydoll if the top actually matched the skirt, but it was not to be.
Then after getting her jollies watching me dry hump the floor, she waddled me ragged around the house for the next two hours. Outside to get the trash. To the garage to unpack the car. Dirty clothes to the basement. Clean clothes to the second floor. Waddle, waddle, waddle–you’d have thought I was a duck. She just needed a good goose.