The Sexual Inadequacy of Diaperslut, Part One:

I hope everybody’s ready for storytime!  Gather around children… okay that’s close enough, I don’t need to smell you dirty nasty monkeys!  Now, the more clever little piggies among you probably already have an idea what this story will involve – the absolute and total sexual disaster that is Little Miss Sissy Baby Pansy Panties, aka Diaperslut.

When Diaperslut-slash-Little Miss Sissy Baby Pansy Panties started serving Me…  strangely enough, he actually was neither a disgusting diapered freak nor a complete femmy sissy slut! Can anybody guess what happened? Hahaha…

But what he absolutely was, like any worthless submissive pindicked loser freak, was Totally Useless To Women.  I have no problem with men in general, obviously, since they are just so much fun to use and abuse and humiliate and destroy, and I’m SO fucking GOOD AT IT! So when I say this scrawny loser was useless, I mean it in every sense of the word.   I mean, it is a common misconception that men with big bodies usually have big cocks too – My experience as an elite humiliatrix has taught Me that big guys are quite often hung like hamsters! Not a pretty sight, seeing a big ol’ American beer gut swinging low over a hairy flabby mess of junk that could easily pass as some nasty ass pussy but I totally TOTALLY digress.

You see children, even if a man has no penis, a woman can still put him to use in many, many ways.  She could have him push her heavy shopping cart, carry her bags, change a flat tire, landscape her yard, or even ride him around like a big stupid dog.  But I ask you, what is a woman to do with a 90 pound specimen of boyhood?

Well, I immediately perceived the steps that I would take to deal with this situation so that no sad, lonely woman would be in danger of ever going near this humiliated freak.  So I got the poor pindick poopypants to tell Me all about its failures with women.  It wasn’t hard to get it to open right up and pour out all of its extremely humiliating secrets to Me, like how it couldn’t ever stay hard to fuck its girlfriends…when it could get girlfriends, LOL… so they always cheated on him, and they even cheated on him with other girls.  Loserface would get its cock all hard and ready to go, and when it was time to be a man, he would turn into a eunuch.  LOLLLLLLLLL!!!!

It was obvious to Me that this candy assed little pansy was destined to be a cuckold, complete with a locking chastity cage, to which I and *only* I would have a key.  Hmm, the story’s just getting good – too bad I’m going out now, and you’ll have to wait to see what happens to our hero the cuckold chastity freak after it lost its girlfriend forever and found itself an owner!

Kim has come back home! I can’t tell you how amazing that feels. Saturday was an almost total success.

I cooked her an amazing meal – all her favourites, including an asparagus and goats cheese salad starter, sea bass and chocolate mousse – and expensive wines – both to put her at her ease and show her how much i love her and want her back. It had been a month since she walked out after catching me wanking and dressed in her panties but after talking things through with Princess Jennifer i was feeling confident about pulling it off.

She looked absolutely amazing and was wearing a tight top and short skirt with high heels. At first I just told her that and how much I loved her. I didn’t want to rush things too much so i waited until we were on the sweet before i really got into it. I said how sorry i was about what i’d done and how much i loved her and how i’d do anything if she’d only come back. She smiled at that and said she loved me too but she couldn’t have me sneaking round behind her back like that. I said i was really sorry again and would do anything to make it up to her. She said that if she was going to there would have to be a few changes and we needed to get a few things clear. I said please tell me – anything at all. She said i’d have to accept that she would sleep with who she wanted, when she wanted and where she wanted. I blushed at her putting it like that but said yes. Then she asked me if i realised that there would probably be no sex between us – not full sex anyway. Again I agreed. The last thing was no more sneaking around behind her back. What she didn’t know was whether i could stick to all that. Could she trust me?

I swore that i could but she said she wasn’t sure. How do I know you won’t be sneaking around like a pervert the minute my back is turned? I realised it was time for my secret weapon:
- What if there was a way you could know for certain that i wasn’t?
- How do you mean?
- What if there was a way you could control my sex life? So that i could only masturbate with your permission?
She smiled at that and said tell me more.
I said i’ve got a present for you but before i give it to you i want to tell you again how much i love you, how much i want you back and how i’ll do anything to make you happy. I held her hand and kissed it and then reached into my pocket for the small box.
- I want you to have this…it’s the only way i can think of to convince you it will never happen again.
She took it smiling and opened the box, then looked puzzled.
- What is it?
She was holding the small kep in her hand.
- This may sound strange i said but i want you to have it. It’s the key for a chastity device – my cock will be locked up and unable to get hard unless you use it.
I could see her thinking, then liking the idea.
First she wanted to see it, inspecting each piece. Then she wanted me to put it on. I did so and came back down, leaving the lock not quite closed. She was delighted, running her hands over it and pulling at it to check how secure it was.
- And so once this lock is closed?
- I can’t get out and i can’t get hard and i can’t wank.

She twisted the tiny lock and clicked it shut. My poor cock was so excited it was trying to break out of the tiny cage. She bent down and kissed me long and deep. I kissed her back and ran my hands over her, trying to ignore the discomfort. It was so amazing, that feeling of being locked up while doing that. But she seemed delighted by the idea and turned on too. The rest of the evening was wonderful (except for one thing of course).

Later we lay in each other’s arms and talked for hours. She told me she’d been upset by the wanking but that wasn’t a problem anymore (stroking my caged cock at this point) but that if i wanted to wear panties i could. She said they suited me. She urged me down between her legs again and again and if i say so myself i was good – i have never satisfied her or anyone else as much as that.