This choice: You have to go to school • Go Back... Mom began wiping your urine-soaked diaper area. I was a little much for your small, sensitive penis, and you began dripping pre-cum. You quivered trying to hold back. You let out a soft groan. Mom took notice.
"Pete! This isn't the time for this!" She said.
Mom gave a sharp smack to your little balls.
"Ouch!" You whimpered.
Mom gave your scrotum a painful squeeze. You whimpered again. Your penis instantly softened. You felt a deep shame again, knowing you were so dominated by your mother she could crush your balls any minute. Mom could be so cruel sometimes.
"I think somebody needs to be locked today." Mom said, almost growling.
Mom reached into a cupboard and took out your little pink plastic chastity cage and a little key for it on necklace. She carefully placed your penis inside and locked it up. She then put the key on her necklace, letting it rest between her large, round breasts. The chastity cage would prevent you from getting erections and would make it rather uncomfortable to stay aroused for any amount of time. It also made ejaculation impossible. She made you wear it often, it was horribly emasculating but it was just part of life now.
No that you were clean and your little penis caged up, Mom put you in a fresh diaper, a very thick white one. She helped you to your feet and said,
"Now, let's get you dressed, it's time for school."
School was one of the few times you got to wear actual clothing, so you didn't have much. Mom picked out a white and blue dress-like garment she'd had custom made for you. It looked like a shirt on top but it frilled out a little at your waist to make you diaper entirely visible, as well as some of your tummy. It was designed to be as childish and humiliating as possible, as well as making diaper changes easy. You liked the way the fabric felt on your sensitive nipples but other than that you hated wearing it.
"Come on, arms up." Mom said.
Obediently, you put your arms up and let Mom slide the garment over your body.
Mom led you out into the hall where your sister Sandy was already set to go. She was wearing a pink and black blouse, a matching skirt, and ripped up black leggings. Sandy was allowed to be a normal teenage girl and was clearly favored by Mom. She'd already had breakfast.
"Good morning, Pete!" She said, with a cheerful but also somewhat sinister voice.
You only nodded at her. She could tell you weren't feeling great at the moment.
"Aw, did Mommy lock up your little winky again?" Sandy taunted.
You only shamefully nodded. Mom giggled at how perceptive her daughter was.
"Come on, you two. Let's get in the car." Mom said.
Mom got in the driver's seat and Sandy got to sit up front in the passenger seat. You had to ride in an oversized car seat in the back. Mom quickly got things started up and began driving you to school.
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