Delivery

As you hear the doorbell ring you simultaneously get a text:

MistressSara: Make sure to give the mailman a biiig tip sissy. He did rush this over after all.

How did this girl have so much influence?? You crawl naked to the door and open it. You are greeted by a young man in a red delivery outfit. “Oh um… signature please?” You lift yourself to your knees “please let me-“ “oh no, I’m not gay” he said. But you ignored his comment and continued pulling out his cock. The guy was 5 inches soft! Against your better judgment you sucked the delivery boys cock until he moaned leaving a huge load in your mouth. As he pulled out he shot one last dribble on your chin. Then handed you the box without a signature.

MistressSara: Did you take care of the tip?

You: yes mistress

MistressSara: Oh you can call me mommy now sissy. There’s no need to pretend like you are a man with a mistress. Now be a good girl and diaper yourself.

You were humiliated being referred to as not a man, but mommy did make you buy pretty pink diapers so it did make sense. The new padding between your legs felt heavenly. You could finally sit up on your butt and waddle around.

MistressSara: Ok baby send me pictures of your pathetic butt.

You do as your are told. No turning back now. She had evidence of you in a diaper. But that didn’t seem to matter because she still had complete control of your mind. And she said she was starting slow!