Cleaned, diapered and plugged

You take a shower and towel off, taking your time because you know Rebeccah's mother is showering as well. It feels strange to wait in your room naked save for your cage, but there's no point in getting dressed if you are going to be diapered. You wonder briefly how all of this could be happening, but it's all too much and you realize that part of yourself that would have pushed back against this treatment just a few days ago, is either gone or meekly hiding somewhere inside you. So you sigh, and wait, sitting on the edge of your bed.

After a while, you hear Rebeccah's mother talking. She walks into your room and she is holding her phone up to her ear.

"Well I made him clean it up, of course!" she says and laughs, showing her dimples.

Her makeup and hair are once again flawless and she is dressed in a houndstooth skirt and a cream blouse, a string of pearls, stockings and patent leather black pumps. You you hear tinny laughter on the other end of the phone and you realize it is Rebeccah.

"I am going to get our sweet perverted boy back in his diaper now, and I have a little surprise for him as well. We can't have him putting his fingers in his bottom all day long, now can we?"

She listens for a moment.

"I love you too, Rebeccah. Have a good afternoon at work," she says, hanging up.

"Rebeccah sends her love, Sweet Boy," she says. "Come into the bathroom. We need to get you squeaky clean, inside and out."

"What do you mean by a surprise?" you ask warily.

"Don't worry about that. Just have a seat on the toilet. No, open the lid." she says as she rummages in the cabinet.

She pulls out a rubber bag with a hose attached and she proceeds to fill the bag with warm water. She measures some crystals from a box labeled 'Epsom Salts' into the opening and then screws on the lid. She shakes it and hangs it on the curtain rod. She finds the end of the hose, which has a little nozzle. She puts a dab of petrolium jelly on the nozzle and then turns to you.

"Pull your knees up to your chin, Sweet Boy," she says.

"What is that?" you ask nervously.

"It's an enema. I told you you need to be clean, and this is how you do that. Don't be willful," she says, an edge creeping into her voice.

You quickly pull your knees up, exposing your little hole to her. you feel the nozzle pass into your rectum and she stands up.

"You can put your knees down," she says. "I am going to turn this little valve and all of that warm water is going to go inside you. Soon you will have to go, but I want you to hold it as long as you can. Can you do that?"

You nod and she turns the valve. You can feel the water rush into you, making you feel very full. You aren't sure how long you can hold it, but you try.

"I don't think I can hold it anymore," you say with a quaver in your voice.

She is repeating the process of filling the bag.

"Go ahead then," she says.

You feel everything stream out until you feel completely empty, then she flushes for you and asks you to pull your knees up again. She repeats the whole process, and this time, most of what comes out is just water.

"I noticed you are starting to grow some fuzz around your little penis, Sweet Boy," she says, pulling the chain up from between her breasts. "I am going to take care of that before your diaper."

She kneels down and unlocks your cage. It's a huge relief to have it off. She rinses a warm washcloth, and cleans you down there, front and back. She shaves you and then cleans you again. You are once again as smooth as a baby. You notice that you started to get hard when she was touching you, but it quickly went away.

"I think I will need to do that every day to stay on top of it. From now on, no more showers for you. Just baths. And you'll need to be watched to make sure you don't play with your little penis while you are out of your cage."

Back in your bedroom, you are on your changing table, laying on a fresh diaper and wearing nothing but your chastity cage. Rebeccah's mother pulls a syringe from under the table and you see that it has a rubber tip on it. She sticks it in the top of a bottle labeled 'anal lube' and fills it, then tells you to pull up your knees. She puts the tip in your anus and you feel the cool lube fill your rectum.

"Good boy," she says, smiling. "Now for the surprise."

She pulls a black rubber object from under the table. it looks like a spinning top that a child would play with, only much bigger. She places it against your little hole, and gently applys pressure.

"This will take a little getting used to," she says, looking down at you with a loving look on her face. "But I'm afraid it's nessesary."

"I am going to push it in slowly. Let me know if it's too much," she says and starts twisting it and applying more pressure.

You ask her to stop a few times so you can get used to being stretched, but finally it's all the way in. When your sphincter pops around the base, you feel like you can barely stand the feeling of being so full, but very quickly that subsides.

Rebeccah's mother finishes diapering you and helps you off the table.

"Come downstairs for some cocoa," she says and you waddle after her. The plug and the diaper together are really making you walk like a toddler.