A Big Adventure Out F/M (part 3 added)

[Kas]

Part 1 - When Fantasy Becomes Real

“Wakey wakey cutie, time to get up” whispered Jodie in my ear, “I have a big adventure planned for you for today.”
Adventure was our code word for something kinky, and with her it usually meant pushing my limits. She knew exactly how far she could push them, and how much I secretly wanted her to push them.
I blinked my eyes open, there she was in all her beauty. She was we
“I have your clothes all laid out and breakfast ready. Now get up baby.” She said that last part while pulling the covers off, and giving my butt a solid smack. I turned to her and smiled, “yes, mistress.”
As I pressed up on the mattress it then occurred to me that my hands were each locked in thick adult pastel blue mittens.
This was always a possibility with her, just still a surprise. I looked at her curiously.
She tugged me by the mitten to the bathroom, “like I said, big adventure.”
I used the toilet, and she changed me into a fresh diaper.
“I have breakfast all ready” she said, and she led me into the kitchen.
As I sat down I tried to pick up the fork with the mittens,
“Silly baby, I will do that.” She snapped the ring on my mitten’s straps to the chair.
My arms were pinned to my sides, I was then fed breakfast, and we began chatting as normal.
I asked her what was planned for today but all I got was “baby, it is a surprise!”
These kinds of surprises of hers were always very exciting and sometimes a bit scary, naturally I was very excited and nervous.
I was instructed to reach my arms up and a purple patterned onesie was pulled over my head and snapped at the crotch. She then had me step into a pale blue pair of the most babyish overalls we had found online.
When she held up the set of baby reins I gave her a quizzical look.
“Baby, do you trust me? she smirked
“Yes..”
“Baby, do you trust that I would not do anything that would genuinely put you at risk of harm or embarrassment beyond what you actually want?” she continued
“Of course my love…”, I was starting to get nervous.
“Then suck on your paci and let me do my thing” she said, as she stuck a pink adult pacifier in my open mouth. This was followed by the many straps going around my head and neck as the attached gag harness was applied. It was pastel pink leather.
I held up my arms on command as she strapped the leather harness-reins around and under my torso, they were locked in the back. These were also pastel pink leather, to match the paci harness.
She spun around me, checking that the straps were tight and the locks were locked. Cuffs were added to my wrists, and they were clipped to the lower chest strap of the harness.The mittens were locked to the o-ring on the chest. The chest strap held my upper arms in place, the arms held the harness snug, and the harness kept it all secure.
I was incredibly comfortable, thinking that all comfortably secured, gagged, and heavily diapered that I could probably stay like this for hours.
She saw the look on my face “you just realized you are not getting out for a long while, didn’t you?”
The thought terrified me, I had so little power over my life at that moment, and the prospect that she could do almost whatever she wanted with me, and take me to all kinds of places made me shudder as a chill ran down my spine. As much as it terrified me it also was secretly a fantasy of mine.
She grabbed a large shoulder bag, a literal diaper bag with bears and blocks, that was new.
“Gotta’ have supplies for your big adventure” She giggled.
We are really open and honest with each other, able to say whatever we need, or feel, without worry of judgment.
I have told her before that the idea of this kind of thing sets my mind on fire with fetishistic thrills.
She knows this is something that I want to try, be to scared/ashamed to ask
“I knew that you would never admit to really wanting this to happen, but you have also shared with me some of the stories that are your favorites” she said.
This was a VERY common theme in the ones I kept going back to.
A pink leather leash was clipped onto the collar of my harness.
She sat me down on the bed, and soon lace trimmed socks were on my feet, under some slip on shoes.
“Time to go!” her smile was beyond huge, she loved how much this affected me, “new experiences.”
I tried to resist, to not let her pull me.
As she pulled harder she informed me “I will make it so much worse for you if you actually fight me on this.”

[milagros317]

Fine start! Looking forward to more of this story.

[copperfox]

Uh-oh…looks like you’re in for a real treat, whether you like it or not!

On a side note, if you’re both adults, I think this story should be properly marked F/M, rather than F/m.

Looking forward to hearing more…looks like you’re about to have some fun!

[Kas]

Part 2. - It got real, and that’s OK


I was buckled in the back passenger seat of the car, “babies do not sit up front”.  She made sure to pull the belt all the way out, so when it tightened, it would not come loose until the buckle was released. As she backed us out of the garage I knew that today was not going to be a private and cozy scene.

Every time we approached a turn I would try to guess where we might be going, but I had no idea, I was just grasping for any control or knowledge of my situation.

“I love how nervous you look,” she said as she pulled up to a red light. Her eyes met mine in the rear view mirror as she asked one more time “are you good?”

Now she was of course in total control, but that question for us is just one more check for consent. Had I shook my head no, we would have likely gone back home and I would be released, that would also mean no play of any kind for a week. 

I did trust her, she knows me better than anybody, sometimes even better than myself.

I nodded affirmatively and her eyes lit up with a smile. Despite my nervousness and fear, I was very much good.

“I am doing this for both of us,” she lovingly explained, “I really do not want to push you too far, but I also know your…deep dark desires.”  She blew me a kiss and the light turned green. 

When we pulled into a parking spot the reality of things really sunk in more.

She turned off the car and got out. 

Here I was, helpless and bound as a big baby, the way I always fantasized. This was REALLY about to happen, and I could not do anything about it. Sure I could fight and pull against the leash but to what end? Knowing her, Jodie would probably bend me over a park bench and spank me. 

“Out you go baby,” she unbuckled me and helped me out “I thought we could get some fresh air, a fun outing!”

I mmmphed at her, acknowledging things and expressing my fear, my eyes were wide, this was happening. 

We took a stroll around the park, it did have a nice walking trail. 

My eyes kept darting left, right, left, back right, trying to see if there was anybody who might see my shame. The park seemed empty, it was quiet. I could swear I could hear my heartbeat, I had never been more nervous. 

I didn’t even realize she had pulled me into the grass, only when she spread out a soft blanket did I notice.

She sat down and patted the spot beside her. I meekly took a seat and tried to cower against her. We were so public, and I felt at any moment people were going to see us, and tease me. I would be publically humiliated. 

She turned me to face her, a worried look was on her face, “Baby, you are shaking!? Shh, I have you, you are safe with me.”

She guided me down, so I was laying on my side, head in her lap. She unbuckled the gag straps and slid it off. “Now don’t say anything unless I give you permission,” she ordered, “I just want you to listen to my voice and relax.

She was now gently scratching while she ran her fingers over my head, slowly, calmly, and I felt myself start to relax. 

“Close your eyes” she whispered, eyes looking into mine, with only love, “forget about what might happen, put your anxieties on hold, just breathe, and listen to my voice.” It was not seductive, or sexy, but it was quiet, and full of caring love. 

I forced my eyes closed, but as she touched me, and held me to her, they started to relax. The muscles around my eyes, and face softened, realizing how tense I had been. 

She started to hum, no specific song, but soft enough to allow my body to loosen, to sink more on her lap. Almost like a lullaby.  I could feel the softness of her leg against my face as I sank into a deep state.

I faintly heard rustling from the bag, but I was near an infantile sub-space; I was safe, and she had me. Everything was right in my world, my worries were a distant echo, there was just this moment, and love. 

I felt a gentle touch to my lips, a soft silicone pushing between them. Instinctively I accepted it, and realized I had a bottle in my mouth. One hand held the bottle while the other gently moved over me, a comforting reassurance that I was loved, and especially that I was accepted.

I lay there in submissive bliss, lovingly held, babied, cared for.

“...no, I said visit Carol, not Crate and Barrel” I heard in the distance, faint, but moving closer, was a conversation. 

My eyes shot open and I tried to sit up, eyebrows raised in concern, I met eyes with Jodie. 

“Hey!” she stated, “you are safe, and you are mine.” She set the bottled down, and with both arms pulled me into her, against her. “You are ok” I could feel her heartbeat through her chest, she held me snug. 

I know I was shivering some. My life was about to be over, they would see me and tell everybody. 

Holding me, she had her hands on the harness, and tugged me. The conversation was getting very close. 

“Everything ok?” the female voice asked. 

“Everything is perfect” Jodie started, matter of fact.

“Right on, have fun!” the male replied, and their voices began to fade away. 

I started to lift to face her but she pushed me back down in her lap, and the bottle was back in my mouth. I was safe, the people didn’t care, and Jodie took care of me. 

When she helped me sit back in the car and buckled me in. Once fully secure, she patted the front of my diaper and let out a gasp.

“Did you have an accident?” 

I then realized that yes, I had, and I do not remember it happening. My surprise must have shown because she just giggled at me. 

The best I could guess is that when I was in her lap, fully relaxed, worries aside it must have just...happened?

“We need to pick up a few supplies before we head to our next stop.” she told me, as if going around like this was a normal thing and not something that caused me excited dread. “Just a few things at the pharmacy.” She then adopted an overly excited voice “and you can help me pick them out!!!”

Any hopes of staying in the car while she shopped were shattered.

[Kas]

Part 3. - Getting really seen


“We don’t want to cause a scene really, so for this I am going to remove the gag” she informed me, “but one peep out of your mouth with my permission and I will spank you and embarrass you more.”

I stretched my jaw, letting myself appreciate the little freedom. The leash was unhooked and I followed her inside. I tried to keep her between myself and most of the store, which was silly, as I am much taller. Clearly if anybody was glancing around, they would notice the large helpless man in a very embarrassing situation. “?:

The store was blessedly not very busy, although the cashier did do a second glance up from their phone. I blushed but they just shook their head and went back to their screen.

I rushed behind Jodie as she took a sudden turn down an aisle. 

“You can never have too many baby wipes,” she said, a silly smile on her face. She had wipes already, so I knew this was all just a way to mess with me and push my limits.

It was working. I was loving every moment of embarrassment, helplessness, and dependency.  

She tucked the wipes between my mittened hand and my body. “Hold this?” she asked, “and do not drop it!”. 

As I struggled to not let the wipes slip I failed to notice Jodie dashing away. 

“I will be right back, gotta potty baby” I heard as I looked around, suddenly noticing her absence, “be a good baby”. 

I started to dash after her, scared to be alone like this. In my sudden rush, I failed to hold onto the slick package of wipes, and they fell out of my poor grasp. I tried to reach after them, being suddenly reminded of my restraints as all I was able to do is jerk my body from the restraints. 

When I looked back around, Jodie was already in the restroom, and I felt very exposed; feeling more and more embarrassed by the moment. 

I took a breath and just tried to accept the moment, I was literally living out a fantasy.

Then Jodie’s words to ‘not drop’ the wipes echoed back in my head. She was for sure in a dominant mood and when she got like this, I had no doubt that ANY infringement of things would not end in punishment. 

I struggled to squat down enough to grab the package, ny covered fingertips barely able to grasp at it, but without grip, I could get nothing. 

As I tried to stretch my reach more, desperate to somehow pick it up and avoid punishment, I reached too far and the tug on my harness pulled me over onto the floor. 

I really panicked then. There, as a helpless baby, struggling and wiggling on the floor was I discovered by strangers.

“Um, what the fu*k…” said a young female, followed by another voice roaring laughter. 

“Are you ok?” asked the first voice. “You know what” interjected the laughing voice, “I bet he is into this, this is his fetish!”

I lay there ashamed, a deep sinking feeling rushed through me. 

“Did your Mommy leave you here” one asked, followed by the second voice “Or was it his dominatrix, or perhaps a girlfriend?” I twitched slightly at each suggestion, the feeling of how true each was in a way, knowing that this, despite being a genuinely frightening and scary situation, was exactly what Jodie knew I wanted, but never could have the words to ask for.

“May I help you ladies?” Jodie’s voice chimed, in a stern controlling tone.  

“We were just observing your…” she seemed to struggle, thinking of what word to say, “...your…”.

My wife interrupted the thought “yes, he is mine. I did this to him, and he wants it. Isn’t that right baby?”

Suddenly any movement or ability to react seemed distant and heavy. 

Jodie leaned into me, “baby? Don’t you love this?” her eyes were open and full of genuine care. Despite very much aiding in my embarrassment, she always seemed to reassure me along the way. It was often just a look, that look she gives me to show me her love and openness for me. 

Not breaking contact from her eyes, too scared to be looking anywhere else, I quietly mumbled “yes, I do.” 

Jodie reached under my arms, helping me stand. In the process she wiggled her fingers a little, enough to softly tickle me under the arms, where she knows I am VERY ticklish.  

I squirmed and squealed, unable to control myself and released my near full bladder.

“Oh dear” chimed one of the ladies, “baby had a widdle accident”. 

“His overalls have a wet spot!” the other pointed out.

I must have leaked. I had no words, but just uttered a gasp. 

“Time to get you changed” Jodie said, tugging me by the harness to the family changing room.

She undressed me, had me lie down on the changing ma, and cleaned me up. 

Then she paused as if a thought came to her.

“Before we continue,” she stated, “we have the matter of you disobeying orders.”

I looked at her shocked, but she just continued  “What kind of baby cannot hold onto one package of wipes?”

She grasped my two mitten hands in one of hers, and pulled me over her lap. 

She gave the first spanking without warning, and in surprise, I let out a yelp. 

She shoved a paci in my mouth and ordered me to remain quiet and not let it out of my mouth.

*slap*, ten times total I was spanked, naked, and helpless over my girlfriend’s lap.

Through the tears I smiled, it felt so good.

Once I was heavily re-diapered, she pulled out her next item of embarrassment for me.  

With a stern look I submitted  and was soon in a frilly pink romper. The harness was reapplied, and my limbs resecured.

I sheepishly avoided the mirror, my imagination was enough, but knowing me dangerously well, Jodie turned me and ordered me to examine my situation. 

“Nothing you do now can help you, perhaps I should have just chained you to a post outside” she teased.

Walking through the store I just kept my head down and followed Jodie, too withdrawn and overwhelmed to notice much of anything. 

It was as if my brain went into a minor panic mode, too scared to even look around or do anything but follow and obey.

I followed her out the door and she secured me in my seat.

“Now today is not all just about you,” she teased. “I am going to get a nice massage and spa treatment.” 

I nodded my head, agreeing that she should have some pampering (hehe). 

I figured at this point she would probably take me back home and probably untie me. I was exhausted at this point, having gone through so many strong emotions this morning. 

“I know you are sad to have your little games come to an end” she went on, “and so I decided that for your pleasure and enjoyment, it should not.”

I tilted my head, almost saying something around the paci, but remembering her warning, and my sore bottom. 

“Don’t look so confused baby,” she eyed me in the mirror, “ I found you a babysitter!” 

Suddenly it felt as if the world lost focus, this could not be happening. 

“I didn’t want you to be left with some stranger” she followed up,  “Lindsay practically jumped with excitement when I brought up the idea.”

I sank further into myself, the world seeming so far away; life was so out of my control that I was merely a passenger now in this continuous torment and teasing. 

“Baby, you look so shocked?” she said, “Lindsay knows we are kinky. You know I tell my best friend everything.”  

I did not want to move, literally and figuratively I could NOT move. This was really going to happen to me, all the stories, the fantasies…never did I actually fear that she would do this to me, but she knew me better than I did. Despite the terror/dread/humiliation/embaressment/torture/excitement, I was having the best day of my life.

[lilshinefan]

looking forward to more!