Sabrina's Tricks (Custom Caption)

“Wow! Look at that,” Sabrina said, tapping on the metal cage. “Your wife sprung for steel! Most of the ‘men’ I babysit are in plastic cages, or aren’t in one at all. Yours is the real deal!”

Eric floundered beneath her, trying to say something, but Sabrina’s butt smothered his face. She found this to be the best angle for changing a beta’s diaper. Her weight kept them quiet and still, while making it virtually impossible to get peed on. You’d be surprised how many grumpy cucks will use their little peashooter as a weapon when they’re particularly fussy.

Now that Eric was nice and cleaned up, she pressed the jeweled plug between his cheeks, another trick she’d learned. While changing poopy diapers came with the job description, she wasn’t exactly thrilled about having to change more than one. It’s amazing how something so small and simple can keep that from happening. Although, the betas must not think it’s that small, they sure do whimper a lot when she’s shoving it inside.

“Three diapers are better than one, I always say!” Sabrina giggled, bringing them up one at a time and taping them in succession. It’s not like she minded changing pissy diapers–in fact, she quite enjoys it–it’s more about how cute they look waddling around with their legs pressed out wide from the sheer amount of padding between them.

“Are you hungry, little one?” Sabrina asked, climbing off Eric’s face. She wasn’t sure if it was red from shame or from depriving him of a bit of oxygen, but usually it was the former. Whatever it was, he nodded resolutely.

“What would you like, Erica?” She asked, using his feminine name to further embarrass him. Eric huffed a bit and shrugged.

“Well, your options are mushy nanners, a bottle of formula, or…” She was about to say he could breastfeed, but he hadn’t earned that right yet. She would use that as a reward for good behavior later. So she quickly found something else to supplement, “Maybe some of Daddy’s milk?”

Eric recoiled at that, apparently he’d experienced that before.

“Is there some in the fridge?” Sabrina asked, already knowing the answer.

He shook his head ‘no’, which was the appropriate response.

“Already guzzled it all down, did you?”

The red on his face turned crimson.

Sabrina laughed and pinched his cheek playfully. “Awww! Don’t worry cucky! I’m sure your Mommy and Daddy are making plenty more for you as we speak!”

She didn’t actually know where they were. She didn’t ask. She never cared where the wives who hired her went out to, but it was incredibly entertaining to tease their husbands about it.

“So what do you want for num nums, hmm?” Sabrina said, lifting his chin so he had to look at her and answer.

Eric still looked side to side as if the answers were in his peripheral, but eventually said  “Bananas. I’ll have bananas.”

“Aww! Is that how wittle Ewica is supposed to talk?”

He looked like he was ready to say a whole bunch of other words, but thought better of it and changed his face. “Me’s wants nanners in my belwy pweez…”

“Muchh better!” Sabrina cheered and clapped mockingly before booping him on the nose. She took his hand and let him crawl on the floor behind her. “Come on! Let’s go have din din’s. If you gobble it up quickly we might have time to play dress-up and have a tea party before bed time!!”

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