The Fluffer - (Caption)

"Good evening, sir!” The pathetic little bitch said in his prissy voice, dropping into a curtsey. He’s getting better at it.  “My wife awaits you in the bedroom." He squeaked, staring at the floor.

I’m sure she is. We’ve been fucking for weeks now, so I already know to expect her to be in there, wearing some skimpy lingerie that her husband had to pick out, wet and waiting for me. But something else was probably wet too…

“You got your diaper on, cuck?”

His face flushed, his bottom lip quivered, he damn near had tears in eyes. “Y-y-yes sir…” he stammered.

“Show me.”

He lifted his skirt a little higher, exposing the bulging, wet, droopy diaper between his legs. They were my idea, the dress too. In my experience, all the little cucks whose wives I've fucked submit to it eventually. Though, with the chastity device I make them wear, they don’t really have much of a choice.

“Your wife didn’t want to change you?”

He shook his head, sniffling. “She s-said y-you w-would be over s-soon, and she didn’t want to w-waist time with such a p-pointless end-deavor.”

She was right. I wouldn’t change him either. Not that I ever have to change diapers, the wives always take that job. Apparently it’s worth it if it means more nights with me.

“Do you require…fluffing…sir?” The little cuck murmured, his cheeks reddening. He knew he had to ask. Several trips over my knee have taught him that by now.

Truth is, I didn’t need it at all—I was already plenty hard from the prospect of his wife in the other room—but I never pass up an opportunity to put a beta bitch in their place.

“Get to it.” I said.

I’ve never seen someone drop to their knees so fast. The same sissy that 2 weeks ago was blubbering during his first blowjob already had my dick out and was now slobbering on it. I pushed the little bitch’s head down until he sputtered. Holding him there. He’s getting better at deepthroating, but still gags a bit. I’m not too upset about that, it sounds better that way.

He gasped for air after I released him.

“Any chance i c-can g-get unlocked t-tonight…m-maybe?” He whimpered, looking up at me with those teary, desperate doe eyes.

I fiddled with the key around my neck, pretending to consider.

“Hmm…I was gonna, but then you asked…”

His face plummeted.

“Maybe next week.” I said, strolling past him. Though I already knew damn well he wasn’t getting unlocked then either.

“Well…can I at least watch?” He pleaded as I reached for the door handle.

I stopped, but didn’t bother to turn around and face him. “No.” I said, “you can kneel here with your nose pressed against the door. And that diaper better be dirty by the time we’re done.” Let his wife see the pitiful thing she married after I give her at least three orgasms, we’ll see who she prefers.

I could still hear his whimpers through the door after I slammed it in his face.

His wife was already splayed on the bed, ready for me, looking fine as ever.

“Hey big boy.” She said, “how did the sissy girl do out there?”