College Diaper Bet - ABDL

Entering Daddy's Lair

Danny became increasingly fidgety in the backseat of Daddy's BMW, worrying about what the weekend might be like. Maybe Daddy would only require him to spend a few hours or one night at Daddy's place. After all, Danny still had some class work he needed to get done...Danny again shifted uncomfortably, feeling his wet diaper rub against his skin and crinkle.

Looking through the rearview mirror, Daddy asked, "Do you need a change?"

"Uh, yes, Daddy."

"Are you only wet?"

Danny blushed and felt so ridiculous that here he was, a twenty year old, wearing wet pink princess, unicorn, and bow diapers, covered by pink satin rhumba waterproof panties, a pastel pink party dress with frills, ruffles, and bows; white anklets and black Mary Janes, sitting in the backseat of his professor's car, and a smart, well-educated and talented professor who was only about ten years older than Danny was asking him if his diapers were "only wet." Danny privately realized that when you're in so deep, when things have already become so intense, it can become easier and easier to continue sliding further down the slippery slope.

Finally, Daddy parallel parked the car on the street and Danny unhappily realized Daddy lived basically in the center of town, and many people were out and about, walking along the main street. Daddy took his time standing on the sidewalk, getting the keys out, as Danny stood behind him, his head hanging low and eyes fixed on the ground.

"Alright, come on in, Princess," Daddy said.

Danny followed him up a flight of stairs and past a couple of other apartment units, and then entered Daddy's place.

It was smartly decorated: the main living room area had a low, modern, navy sofa and matching sleek contemporary rocking chairs, book shelves with old and rare-looking tomes, a fire place with a wrought iron poker leaning against it. The kitchen was small: a marble counter separated it from the living room, and Daddy had a small fridge and gas oven and stove top.

Daddy grabbed Danny's wrist and pulled him to the center of living room.

"Now give me the key to your little pink cage."

Danny slowly handed over the key, feeling like he was confirming his own death sentence.

"Good. Now, I want you to strip."

"Naked?" Danny nervously asked.

"Yes, boy."

"Daddy, I can't...the dress is locked."

"Ah, so someone can't be trusted to keep their proper attire and uniforms on, that's very good for me to know. One moment."

Daddy disappeared down the hallway and then returned, went behind Danny, Danny feeling Daddy's breath on the back of his neck, and Daddy heard the lock unclick and then Daddy unzipped him, running the back of his hand down the arch of Danny's low back to the upper part of the back of Danny's diaper.

"How did you...?"

"You don't need to worry your little head about that. Now strip."

So Danny complied, slowing pulling his arms out of the dress and allowing it to fall to his feet, so he was standing before Daddy in just his plastic panties, diaper, and anklet socks and Mary Janes. The cool air made Danny's nipples harden.

"Wait," Daddy ordered.

Daddy again disappeared down the hall and returned with a full-length mirror which he set in front of Danny.

"Look at yourself," Daddy ordered.

Danny looked and his stomach sank and he wanted to cry. He looked humiliatingly pathetic: his slightly toned body hardly looked masculine given his attire.

"Tell me what you see," Daddy said.

"Daddy, I see me, and I'm wearing white anklet socks and Mary Janes, and pink plastic panties and pink diapers."

"And, again, tell me, are your diapers dry?"

"No, Daddy."

"And how come?"

"Because I went pee in them, Daddy."

"So, here you are, a young man, who not so long ago thought he was some hot shot fraternity bro, and you're telling me that you wearing these clothes for toddler girls and diapers that you wet?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"And what does that mean about you, boy?"

Danny wasn't sure what Daddy exactly wanted to hear, but he allowed his shame to do the talking: "I'm a loser, Daddy."

"That's right, boy, but not only a loser. It means you clearly don't have any willpower, that you will obey and follow any orders that I might have the slightest urge to give you, that I'm the one who makes decisions for you, because you can't even choose to use a toilet. You are my submissive."

"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours."

"Good. Now continue stripping."

Danny removed his Mary Janes, his white anklet socks, then his plastic panties, and finally his diapers. He was now standing before Daddy naked and caged. He felt incredibly nervous, vulnerable, and exposed before Daddy.

"I'm glad you've continued to keep yourself clean of any body hair," Daddy said, "Let's get you cleaned up from your pee-pee body."

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