The Princess Pampers

Author's Note: Sometimes I don't want to do a whole bunch of character/plot development. Sometimes I just have a silly little idea that I want to write about. So don't expect much from this one, it was inspired by an old video by Mommy Kay I found somewhere. I've always been interested in a 'hierarchy amongst sissy slaves', so this is a tidbit of that. I hope you enjoy!

“I trust I don’t need to tell you what week it is…” Mommy Kay said as she strode back and forth in front of her three slaves.

We were each adorned in our respective maid outfits. Frank’s was satin pink, Will’s was lacy black, and mine was yellow with white polka dots.

I tugged the hem of my short skirt nervously. Tucking the hair from my wig behind my ear. My plain white diaper was a bit yellow-tinted now, almost matching the color of my dress. I shifted my weight back and forth, trying to get comfortable.

“Stand up straight!” Mommy Kay barked, smacking the ruler in her hand like a drill sergeant. We all stood at attention, stock still, gulping.

Her stern demeanor dematerialized into a smooth, satisfied smile. She traipsed back and forth. Using the end of the ruler to raise our skirts and inspect the current state of our diapers.

All of us were wet, blue indicator lines forming between our legs. But there was a slight odor coming from one of the sissies flanking me.

Mommy sniffed, turning up her nose. “Smells like someone has a little present in their pampers…” she chided, moving behind us now. All of our legs were quivering, even if we weren’t the one with the dirty diaper.

She lifted Frank’s pink skirt, peeling back the waist of his diaper with a finger and peeking inside. “Clean.” she announced, side-stepping over to me, doing the same, and proclaiming “Clean.”

Will was shaking next to me, biting his bottom lip in fear and anticipation. Mommy Kay hid a tiny smirk as she lifted the back of William’s black skirt. She didn’t need to peek in, the smell was obvious, but she did so anyway to enhance his humiliation.

“Awww! We found the filthy culprit!” she declared, like a judge issuing a sentencing. “Grab your ankles.”

Will whimpered as he leaned forward, bending at the waist and putting his head between his legs so that his wig hung to the floor.

Mommy sighed, “Now, you know why I have to do this…”

Will whined, nodding his head, “Yes Mommy…”

She gave him a sharp rap across the thighs with a THWACK!

“I can’t have my sissy babies making poo poo’s without permission.” She lamented, “Mommy wants to see you crawling up to me, and using your baby voice to tell me you need to make a stinky, that way I can supervise you grunting in your little squat while you make a pushy like a pathetic toddler.”

She emphasized each of her words with a smack of the ruler. Will’s whimpers escalated to hisses of pain, then full on whines and cries as she gave him 20-30 swats. By the end of it, Will’s legs were a deeper shade of pink than Frank’s dress.

“Ask one of your sissy sister’s to change you.” Mommy Kay said simply, chin in the air.

Will turned and looked over at me with tears in his eyes, “Eric—err—Erica,” he corrected, “Will you please change my diapy?”

He sounded so desperate, so helpless and pathetic, but if I could get away with not doing it, I wouldn’t. Plus, I still hadn’t forgotten about the piss-poor job he did of cleaning the toilet last week that got us all in trouble. We don’t even use the toilet, only Mommy Kay does, and he still couldn’t clean it properly, knowing full well she took pride in her ‘Throne’ being spotless.

His face wrinkled up when I shook my head “No”.

“F-F-F Frank? Francis?” He asked the sissy in pink, “Will you…please…”

Frank looked at him pityingly. Probably playing through the same line of reasoning I had, but to my surprise, he said “Yes sissy Billie, I’ll change your diapy…”

William’s eyes lit up, he looked so grateful. “Th-thank you!” he cried, “Thank you so much!”

He knew unlock day was probably off for him if his diaper didn’t get changed. So he continued to repeat his appreciation as he laid back onto the floor, spreading his legs so Frank could get between them.

Mommy brought over the diaper bag, and proceeded to instruct Frank on how to perform the change, despite him giving and receiving a change many times before.

Frank grimaced at the smell of Will’s soiled diaper when he opened it. Using the front flap of the diaper to clear most of the mess, then wipes to properly clean the rest. Will twitched as Frank’s hands brought the cold wipes to his caged and swollen balls. Ropes of precum stuck to the wipe as Frank cleaned the front of Will’s chastity device.

“No new diaper necessary…” Mommy Kay instructed after Frank had cleaned and disposed of the dirty mess.

Both Will and Frank stood up and flanked me again, back in our militarily straight line as before. Will butt naked under his skirt now.

“Now that the dirty distraction is out of the way,” Mommy continued, “We can begin the real fun of the day!”

Each of us sissies gulped, we knew what was in store, but that didn’t mean we weren’t nervous.

Mommy lifted Frank’s skirt, peeling off the tapes of his diaper one by one, and letting it drop to the floor with a plop! Then doing the same to mine so that all of our caged cocks were dangling beneath our skirts.

“It’s unlock week,” she reminded us, not that we needed any reminding. We had been waiting for this day all month.

“Today we’re going to figure out who will be the top dogs, and who will be the one wearing the Princess Pampers.” She sat on the ottoman so that she was level to our waists. “Francis, if you’ll step forward and lift your skirt please…”

Frank fervently plodded forward, his black Mary Jane’s pattering on the hardwood floor. He raised his skirt eagerly.

Mommy Kay smirked a bit as she reached for the chain tucked between her beautiful breasts, pulling up the three sets of keys jingling from them.

Each of the three sissies collectively took an intake of air at the sight of them. They were the main thing that controlled us. Our ability to cum was held over our heads all month, and kept us quite obedient in the meantime.

I don’t know how Mommy can tell which key goes to which sissy’s cage, but she always picks the right one, easily slipping it into the locking mechanism, and removing it with a quiet, metallic slide.

Frank sighed as the tube of his cage was pulled off and the head of his cock breathed fresh air for the first time in weeks.  His member instantly grew to its full 3-inches of length, bobbing and twitching in front of Mommy. But she paid no mind to it, simply raising her arm to indicate Frank should return to the line.

Will and myself both took turns getting our cages removed as well. The cold, crisp air on my unobstructed genitals was almost orgasmic. Almost.

Once we were all free and back in line, our skirts had noticeable tents in the front of them. We waited patiently with our arms behind our backs, despite how much we all wanted to touch our own dicks again.

Mommy took out a series of ribbons with bells attached to them, one by one she went down the line and tied the ribbons around each of our wrists.

“Circle time!” Mommy instructed.

We each clambered down on the floor in our respective spots, crossing our legs and getting close enough so that each of our knees was touching one of the other sissies.

“You are each going to use your right arm to grab the clitty of the sissy next to you.” she instructed, even though we’ve done this same method several times before.

I reached under Will’s skirt, lifting it up so it was out of the way and his 5-inch cock was on display. The bells around my wrist jingling with every movement. I wrapped my painted nails around his throbbing pecker, feeling it pulse in my hands. Frank did the same to my 3 inch dick, each of us twinging from the stimulation, but not daring to start yet.

“First one to make cummies is going to be the loser, and has to wear the Princess Pampers for the week.” Mommy explained.

It was more than just that and we all knew it. Wearing diapers with princesses all over them was no more humiliating than wearing a dress all day. But it was the status the Pampers applied that was the real punishment.

The Pampered Princess was the bottom bitch of the house. They had to do all the dirty work when it came to chores, they were responsible for servicing any of the men Mommy brought home (however she saw fit), and they had to please the other sissies the whole week, all while the Pampered Princess was locked back in chastity.

“You girls are going to make those bells ring until one of you spurts,” Mommy announced, “You may begin…now!”

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There was an immediate cacophony of the jingling bells as all three of us worked our right arm on our neighbor’s cocks. The bells were music to Mommy’s ears, she beamed as she relished the amount of control she had over her sissies.

Will’s cock was still throbbing in my hand. By now, I knew how he liked it. Not too much at the base, mostly just around the head, squeeze a little at the midshaft, and flutter your fingers under the frenulum.

I could already tell I wasn’t going to last long. Frank’s hand on my cock felt too good, and I’d been deprived for too long. This was going to be over quick. I needed to make Will cum soon. His dick was already slick with precum. It helped provide a little sticky lubricant to ease my hand going back and forth.

But on my left, Frank was already mewling. Will eyed me as he tugged on Frank’s pecker. Inclining his head to the side in a way that said you know what to do. It was at that moment that both Will and I decided to employ our secret weapon.

I reached with my left hand between Frank’s legs, but not to grab his cock, Will had that part handled. No, instead I lifted up Frank’s balls, and teetered my fingers between his cheeks.

Franks eyes went wide with horror.

“No!” he cried, “No! Please!!”

He knew we had him. He knew how much he liked it in the ass, and so did we.

Mommy didn’t do anything to stop us either, just sat back, smiling.

I slipped the tip of my finger into his puckered hole. He whimpered softly, but it wasn’t a whimper of pain.

Will started working Frank’s cock harder as I jammed my finger in further. Frank tried to resist, tried to squirm, but it was no use.

“Mmphh! Hummphh!! MmMmmMMphh!!” he strained, but he couldn’t hold it back any more. He shot a huge load of goo into the air and it splattered right on the floor in the circle between us.

Will immediately released his hand on Frank’s dick as the rest of his jizz oozed out, effectively ruining the remainder of the orgasm.

Frank’s face morphed from that of pleasure, to shame, to sorrow. He’d just lost. His hopes of going cageless for the week shattered.

“Awww, I’m sorry sissy Francis,” Mommy said, sounding only the slightest bit remorseful. “But it looks like you’ll be wearing the Princess Pampers this week.”

It was as if Mommy voicing it made it finally sink home. Frank screwed up his face and tears immediately started welling from his eyes.

“Noo!! Please!! I don’t wanna wear the Princess Pampers!!” his voice was shrill, frantic, like he was on the verge of having a breakdown.

But Mommy was even less sympathetic now. “That’s too bad, you should have learned to control yourself. But because you can’t, it’s the pink diapers for you. Now clean up your mess, so we can get you back in your cage.

Frank was still blubbering as he leaned over his little puddle on the floor. As much as he whined, he knew better than to disobey. “Please…” he continued to plead as he slurped his thick, creamy load off the floor, “I’ve had to wear them the last three times. Slurp. It’s not fair!”

After he’d licked the floor clean, Mommy grabbed the fresh pack of Princess Pampers, bringing a fresh batch of tears to Frank’s eyes. It was honestly kind of pathetic. Sure, having to wear the pink ones is a bit humiliating, and having to suck almost every dick in the house isn’t fun either, neither is being the designated cum bucket, but it wasn’t that bad. The most annoying part was having to spend the week in chastity while the other two sissies were left scott free.

Now that I think about it, Frank had only spent a grand total of maybe 15 minutes uncaged in the last 3 months. Okay, I can see how that could be frustrating.

He was practically throwing a tantrum on the floor while Mommy pulled out his cage. The bells around his wrists ringing in a much lighter tone than what he was exuberating from his crying. It was like an oxymoronic symphony.

“Don’t put me back in the cage! Please Mommy! Please!! I’ll be good! I won’t make cummies! I pwomise!!” sobbed the 42 year old.

Mommy ignored him the way any mother would a belligerent toddler, nodding to me and William. We knew what that meant. Will got to one side of Frank, grabbing his left wrist and his left ankle, pinning them to the floor. I did the same to his right. Frank was still squirming and writhing while Mommy looped his bouncing balls through the ring, then worked his shriveled weiner through it too.

Mommy put the penis pacifier in Frank’s mouth to muffle his mewling, it wouldn’t be the last penis in his mouth this week. He sniffled as she slid the tube over his clitty, then used the key to lock it shut.

Her face changed as she opened the pack of Princess Pampers. “Who’s gonna be a pwetty wittle gurl this week?!” she asked rhetorically, not thinking Frank would answer, but he did.

“I am Mommy…” he whimpered around his paci.

“You sure are!!” she giggled, pinching his pink cheeks. She unfurled the diaper, creasing it down the middle and fluffing it expertly to its full capacity. Mommy knew how to keep our diapers nice and bulky so that we were forced to waddle everywhere we went.

Frank reluctantly lifted his hips so Mommy could slide it underneath. Mommy powdered his poor, pathetic steel prison and brought the diaper up and taped it on tightly.

“Oh!” Mommy exclaimed, clapping excitedly, “There is one thing I think the wittle princess deserves though…”

I could see Frank’s eyes light up a bit, a glimmer of hope that it wouldn’t all be bad.

Mommy dug in her bag until she found what she was looking for. She smiled as she pulled out something shiny and held it for us all to see.

“It’s a tiara!” she grinned. Frank’s face plummeted, obviously not what he was hoping for. “I figured you couldn’t be a pretty pretty princess all week without a tiara!!”

Frank grumbled as Mommy placed the tiara on top of his wig. Adjusting it back and forth until she was satisfied. “Don’t you look so adorable?!” she pulled out her phone and snapped pictures of Frank’s humiliation. He sat there, arms crossed, brooding the whole time, but Mommy didn’t care. I’m sure our followers online didn’t care either. They were probably betting on Frank getting the Princess Pampers again.

“Why don’t you girls go play in your room while Mommy gets dinner ready. Daddy will be coming over tonight.”

We scurried off to our room. Frank floundering behind, me and Will grinning at each other victoriously.

Once we got to our nursery, we left the door open for Frank to walk in defeated.

“Are you guys kidding me?” he asked gruffly when he crossed the threshold, pulling his paci out as he entered. “I changed your diaper, Will! I changed your diaper!! You wouldn’t have even gotten to COMPETE if it wasn’t for me!!”

Will just shrugged smugly. “Sorry baby brother,” he said condescendingly, even though Frank was 10 years his senior, “or should I say…baby sister?”

Frank bit his bottom lip in frustration. “You’re an asshole!” he barked at William, “and so are you!” he pointed at me.

I did feel bad, fingering his ass and effectively doubling his pleasure was a low move. But I needed him to cum. I didn’t want to spend the week in chastity. A horny mind can be a fickle thing sometimes.

“That’s enough, Francis,” Will said, lifting up his skirt and stroking his stiffening cock. “It’s time to be our little Princess!”

Frank scoffed, “You’re out of your mind! I’ll be damned if I do anything for you!” he said through gritted teeth, heading off to lay down in his crib.

William snatched Frank by the arm, turning him back around. “You will do exactly as we say, Princess! Need I remind you…” he eyed the 4 cameras at each corner of the room. “We’re on camera. If Mommy finds out you told us ‘no’ you’ll be in big trouble! It’s part of wearing the Princess Pampers, isn’t it?”

Frank glanced sidelong at the cameras, deflating a bit, knowing what William said was true.

“That’s what I thought,” Will smiled, releasing Frank’s arm and lifting up his skirt again, “Now if you’ll get on your knees please…princess.”

Frank hung his head as he dropped down onto the ABC padded floor.  Will smiled as he brought his hard cock inches away from Frank’s face.

Frank grumbled for a bit with William’s cock bouncing in front of him, then sighed, opened his mouth and wrapped it around the already leaking dick.

“Ahhh yea…” Will groaned, eyes rolling back. He let Frank suck on the head for a bit before grabbing the back of his wig and pushing him further on it.

Frank had no problems handling it, in fact, he even wrapped his hand around it, making a ring with his finger and stroking it at the same time, causing the bells to jingle. If any of us learned anything from being in Princess Pampers, it was get the guy in your mouth off as soon as possible so it’s all over quickly.

“Don’t just stand there, Eric!” Will called, “Get in on this! It feels amazing!”

I stepped forward a little too eagerly. As much as I felt bad for what Frank had to do, my horny brain had been deprived for too long. I stood next to Will and lifted my skirt.

Frank sighed around William’s dick, grabbing my own with his right hand, jingling the bells as he jingled my balls. Finally, he took his mouth off of Will, and replaced it with my 3 incher.

I had to admit his warm mouth did feel good. The way his tongue swirled around the head almost made me cum instantly. Frank was a pretty good cocksucker. Probably because he spent so much time in the Princess Pampers that he got lots of practice.

Will went over to the changing table and grabbed some lotion, squirting it on his cock and rubbing it around liberally.

“Pull that diaper down,” he told Frank, “I'm gonna get a piece of that ass!”

Frank didn’t hesitate this time. He desperately peeled the diaper down just below his waist without removing my cock from his mouth.

“Told you he’s a butt slut!” Will laughed, aiming his prick between the Princess’s cheeks. Frank groaned as he entered him. Rubbing the front of his diaper futilely where his cage was. He took out his frustrations on my cock in his mouth while Will pounded him from behind.

I was already needing to cum, but I didn’t want to yet. It felt so good. Will was grabbing Frank’s hips and thrusting as hard and deep as his 5 inch cock would allow. Frank was moaning around my dick, sucking and slurping desperately.

I couldn’t hold it any more. The pressure built and exploded into Frank’s mouth as I spurted 3 weeks worth of jizz into it. Frank sputtered, still sucking as he removed my still pulsing cock from his lips. There was nowhere to spit, so he gulped down the mouthful while Will continued to fuck him in the ass.

“Turn around,” Will finally said, “I’m sure you’re used to going ass to mouth, aren’t you princess?”

Will, despite being the first sissy added to Mommy Kay’s stables, was quite the dominant bully when he could be. He relished the fact that Frank was easy to control and get to do the dirty work, and I followed along because it made my chances of getting to cum much more likely. I made it a point to not let that happen again. We would either play fair and square on the next circle time, or Frank and I would find a way to get back at Will.

Frank whimpered as Will’s dick was removed from his ass and he was forced to turn around and put his mouth on it.  He groaned as he lowered himself onto it. William grinned, grabbing Frank by the ears and using the same motion he used to fuck his ass to fuck his mouth instead.

All Frank could do was sit there and get facefucked until William finally pulled out his cock and jerked it so he could cum all over Frank’s face, painting his made-up cheeks with warm goo and spewing all over his new tiara.

Like clockwork, Mommy came into the room before a drop of splooge could fall from Frank’s face onto the floor.

“Looks like you girls were having fun!” she giggled. Knowing full well what was going on due to all the cameras and the general after effects of someone being assigned the new hierarchy.

“Billie and Erica, on the changing table please.”

It was silly for us to think that even though we weren’t in the Princess Pampers, we wouldn’t be wearing diapers at all. We whimpered a bit as we each climbed onto our respective tables. “Do we want dinosaurs or spaceships?” Mommy asked, pulling out our vast array of adult diapers. She proceeded to administer us each into one as Frank continued to kneel on the floor enviously with cum coating his face.

“Both of you in your cribs, it’s bedtime.” she said once our diapers were taped on snugly. We groaned and whimpered, but obeyed.

“And you, wittle Princess,” she said, turning to Frank, “You’re gonna come with Mommy. Daddy will be here any moment. I hope you warmed up that little ass and mouth of yours…”

The End?