my Lady was traveling out of town for a week so i had some time to plan a little recreation. Don’t get me wrong, i love being Lady’s sissy maid. But Lady does not understand my desire to feel trapped and vulnerable. The planning began weeks ago and each idle moment i would revise the plan to make it even more difficult and uncomfortable.



Lady had an early morning flight. On the way home from the airport i mailed a set of key to our house. Just to be safe, i drove to a neighboring city and mailed me a second set of keys.



The mail would not be here until tomorrow afternoon, so i could really enjoy each diabolical thing i had planned.



i began by chaining my ankles’ together with only 6 inches of slack. To move around the house would not be easy. Next i locked all the upstairs’ bathrooms and put some large boxes on the stairway to the laundry room.



Then i stripped naked and went to the upstairs deck. We have an outdoor sink with hot and cold water. Cars driving by can see parts of the deck, but most people don’t bother to look up to the third floor. Next was a series of enemas. A soapy 2 quart, held for 10 minutes. The challenge now was to hobble down two flights of stairs to get to the laundry room toilet. With my ankles bound as they were, i could only take very little steps. There was just enough slack to very carefully make it down the stairs one at a time. What a relief as i expelled the soapy mess.



It was not as hard as i anticipated getting down the stairs, so the next challenge would need to start early. i worked my way up the stairs to the bedroom. Here i slipped a quarter into each 6” pump. Then i put the shoe on and secured a small chain around my ankle and under the shoe. The first pair of locks were snapped shut. But the soap was still churning in my gut, so i needed to go back downstairs to the toilet to empty again.



Okay, next step. Back up to roof where a plain water enema was ready for me. But to really mix things up, this bag was filled with ice water. Oh the cramps were so intense i was ready to call off the whole thing. But here i was, naked, ankles hobbled together and 6” pumps locked to my feet. i could barely make it down the stairs; the damn quarter was like a pea under a mattress. The cramps were excruciating, i was in constant fear i would leak all over the carpet. Somehow i managed to make it to the laundry room and just sat on the toilet for what seemed like hours.



Back up the stairs to the kitchen. i had worked up quite an appetite, but i had already made a fiber drink chock full of chalky tasting powder – bottoms-up. Not sure what impact this might have on my bowels, but after all this was an experiment.



It was time to get dressed. i plugged my ass with a large butt plug. Over this i layered a Rago control thong. This high waist girdle, two sizes too small would force the anal intruder firmly against my tender opening. A night time diaper and rubber pants went on next. Then two padded butt girdles, each a size too small. Already it was getting hard to breath. But i was not done. Next a waist cinching corset went over the stomach. To get the laces tight, i looped them around a door knob and kept wiggling away to get them nice and taut. Did i already say breathing was hard?



i clipped two small paperclips to my nipples then put on a mastectomy bra filled with EE Silone forms. Another padlock went through some grommet holes Lady had made in the bra straps. The bra could not be removed without the key. The paperclips were already beginning to irritate, but not so much that i couldn’t make it through the night.



i put on a really ugly swim dress style bathing suit; the floral print was straight off a 50’s sofa. Another chain pulled the shoulder straps together and the final lock was snapped on.



i looked at the clock. i had been working for the last 6 hours; it was now 2:00 pm. OMG, my letter with the keys was not due for 24 more hours.

Already, my breathing was compromised. Time to take some measurements. My diapered and padded ass swelled my hips to 48 inches. The waist cincher pulled my normally 38 inch wait to 32 inches. And the silicone forms gave me a 48 inch chest. WOW, 48-32-48; ear your heart out Barbie.



The house had been fully prepared. All access to my clothes was cut off. The pantry and refrigerator were locked. My only food supply would be the gawd awful fiber drink, laced with some Chinese diet tea.



It was so hard to walk with the corset so tight. i can’t believe i could pull in my stomach a full 6 inches. Oh, oh. i need to pee. I’m wearing a diaper, just let it rip. The warm fluid quickly filled my diaper; Chinese tea was working. Okay, get a book, reads something, nap, get mind off things. Pharrrt, damn, gas, but this a wet fart. Boy does it smell. i can feel the poo squishing around and this was just a fart. The whole point of the enemas was to empty my bowels.



Okay, relax. What time is it? 6:00pm. Nightfall. Oh, more pee. How many ounces are these diapers supposed to hold? Alright, i had planned to sleep in the bathroom in case anything leaked. Better go downstairs.



Stupid quarters. Damn ankle chain. Everything was beginning to bother me. Forgot that i switched off the circuit breakers. Better be careful. Right crawl down the stairs, just like a baby. Who put those boxes at the bottom of the stairs? Oh, it was me when i pushed them off the steps.



Bathtub ahead. Just climb in. Go to sleep. Yes, sleep. No clocks, no lights, just darkness. Sleep. Tub was harder than i thought. Toss and turn, squish the poo all around my diaper. Yuck. Sleep. Yessss, sleeeep.




It was still dark, why am i awake. Damn, need to pee again. Just relax, let it flow, yes, wee wee in my diaper. i must have over 2 quarts of yellow nectar collecting in my diapers. Back to sleep. Body aches. Clothes so tight, tub so hard. Need to sleep. Yessss, sleeeep.



There are no windows in the bathroom, so the first slivers of light barely come in the laundry room. It’s morning – what time? What difference does it make? i have nowhere to go. Oh, oh. i feel a BM trying to work its way out. Already i smell and can feel the mess i dropped in my diapers last night. Try and hold it. Cramps, can’t hold out much longer. Maybe the butt plug will hold it in. Let me get to the toilet; maybe if i sit on the seat the goo won’t smear so badly.



Dumb idea. The tight padded girdles smash the runny shit up against my ass. Maybe i can stand for a while. Stupid quarters. Standing hurts like hell. Oh no, I’m dripping. i can see a brown streak of pee-shit stew running down my leg. Back to the tub.



i don’t know the time, all the clocks are upstairs. Okay, let me think. Yeas i planned for this. If i have a leak, it will drip into my pumps. But now i am forced to walk, no more crawling or I’ll make a mess. Time to head upstairs.



It’s only 8:00am. Seems like i have been at this forever. Let me see . . . Got home from the airport about this time yesterday. 24 hours already. Only 6 more hours until the mail comes. OMG more pee; by now my body has given up trying to hold it back, it just flows into my diapers, weighing me down even more.



Hungry, I’m so hungry. May as well drink the fiber juice, it’s the only nutrition i have access to. It hurts to stand. i can’t sit, kneel or touch any furniture because I’ll stain things shit brown. Maybe I’ll go on the roof, rest on the outdoor furniture.



What’s that noise? Kids yelling. Why aren’t they in school? How will i get to the mailbox? Maybe they are on lunch break. No, too early. Something is wrong. i did leave a phone outside the back door just in case something went wrong. Better make a call.



Hello, Jane, it’s Charlie. Hey, does it seem like its pretty noisy outside? What that do you say? Teacher conferences, no school today.



i could not help it, i began to cry. Another pee soaked my diaper. My whole body ached. i wanted this dumb game to be over. Fatigue took hold, somehow i fell asleep.



The sound of the mail truck woke me. i could see the mailbox from my rooftop vantage point. But the neighbor kids were still playing in the street. Normally everyone on my street is away at school or work during the day. i am the only one home, tending to the house in my role as Lady’s sissy maid.



i did have one last escape path. i had left a third set of keys in Lady’s office. i could call Her assistant and have Allison drive the keys to me. i had already been outed to Allison. In fact, i was sent to clean her house every Thursday. She had seen me in my maid’s uniform, but never like this. No, i would just have to wait until nightfall.



By asshole ached. The plug had been there for over 30 hours. my stomach ached. The tight waist cincher felt like it was getting tighter every hour. my feet ached. The quarters feel like daggers stabbing the soles of my feet.
my nipples ached. The mild pressure of the wire paperclips had increased well past the dull throb of last night.
i stunk. i could barely stand to smell myself.



Plan, plan, what is my plan? Wait until dark, run to the mail box. No, can’t run, stupid ankle chain. Stupid 6” pumps, Stupid quarters. Okay, once i made it downstairs i could crawl along the hedge to the curb. From there i could wait until no car lights could be seen. Then crawl as fast as possible across the street to the mailbox.



i went out the front door. Oops lights. i just rested under the hedge.



Must have fallen asleep. The moon was out; the neighboring lights were all off. What time was it? Crawling across the hard asphalt was not very pleasant, but so far what had been?



Good, both letters were in the box. i feel better already. Coast is clear. i tear open the envelope and undo my ankle chains. The next key is for the lockbox back on the roof. Okay, so far so good. Up the stairs, get these damn shoes off. Then back to the refrigerator, unlock the chain get the key to the chain locking me in this bathing suit.



Wait, better go stand in the bathtub downstairs. i take the suit off. Take off one padded girdle. Take off another padded girdle. Take off the wet and smelly diapers. Take off the control thong. Now the butt plug. Oh, oh, plug has worked its way deep into my ass. Yuck, need to reach in the muck and mire and try and get the damn plug out. What a mess. Now my hands are covered with the shit soup. Okay, time to get the last thing off the mastectomy bra with the jumbo forms sewn in. Let me think, that key is in the bedroom in my nightstand.



First let me rinse myself off in the tub so i don’t drip on the stairs. What a feeling. The room still reeks of ship and piss, but i am starting to rejoin the living. Onward, lets get this bra off.



i open my nightstand but the key is not there! i rummage around, nothing. i dump the contents out on the bed. There is a piece of notepad i don’t recognize. It’s in Lady’s handwriting. “I don’t know what you are up to, but I have seen keys all over the house. This one, I don’t know what it’s for, so I will keep it with me until I return. Hope you are not too inconvenienced. Love you.”

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