My Mistress called me Thursday night and asked if I could take the next day off from work to help her with some home projects. This typically meant that I would be cleaning her house, naked except for a drool-inducing harness gag and a pair of frilly panties that she would have me wear over the CB-3000 that she held the only key to. Unfortunately, I had a meeting scheduled with a client and his attorney to close an important deal.

When I told Mistress that I couldn’t come over until after work, she said:

“Well my pet, as part of your service to me I agreed not to interfere with your job. However, you must be punished for not obeying me. I will be at your house at 7 AM to administer your punishment. You are to give yourself an enema and be naked when I arrive, but otherwise showered, shaved and ready for work”.

Needless to say, I slept very little that night, imagining what it was that Mistress had in store for me. At 6 AM, I got up gave myself the enema as instructed, grabbed a glass of orange juice and awaited my fate. My doorbell rang at 7AM sharp and I let Mistress in. She was dressed to go to the gym and my cock tried to harden against its plastic prison at the site of her great curves in spandex. She was carrying a shopping bag containing what I assumed to be the source of my punishment.

Mistress put the bag down, reached in and revealed a pair of handcuffs. She cuffed my hands in front of me and then attached them to the plant hook I had installed in the ceiling of my living room. She then put the bag behind me so I couldn’t see what was coming.

“Pet—I have been planning this little surprise for you for some time now. I am tired of you using work as an excuse not to serve me, so I have devised a system to make sure that even when you’re working, you know that I own you. I think you’ll also find that my little system inspires you to get to my house as quickly as possible after your meeting. Now spread your legs.”

I jumped as I felt Mistress’s lubed finger begin to gently probe my asshole. She slowly but surely invaded my ass with one, then two, then three fingers as I grunted and squirmed. She removed her fingers, and I felt something else being pressed against my asshole. She had made me wear a butt plug before, but this felt different. I groaned again as the object invaded me and Mistress kept working until I felt it slip completely in.

Next, Mistress told me to lift my right leg. I looked down and saw that she was slipping an adult diaper on me! I started to protest, and I felt Mistress grab my balls:

“If you make another peep pet, I will make you wear these every day”.

I decided to shut up, and Mistress slid the Depends up my legs and over my chastity belt. I could feel my face flush and imagined I must be beet-red with humiliation. She then told me to lift my leg again and began to work a pair of black pantyhose onto my foot. I started to protest again, but immediately thought better of it.

“Awwww, don’t be upset pet. You should be thanking me for being thoughtful enough to buy you black pantyhose. That way, they will just look like socks under your dress pants”.

Mistress was clearly enjoying this more than I was. At this point, I tried to calm myself down--- So I’d be wearing a diaper and pantyhose to my meeting. Very embarrassing and a little inconvenient, but I was already planning on removing them during the day and then would put them back on before returning to Mistress’s house at the end of the day.

“Now pet, I know you wouldn’t DARE remove these during the day, but I need to be sure. Lift your foot again.”

I looked down again, and Mistress was slipping a pair of ruffled pink panties over the pantyhose and up my legs. As she did, I heard something jingling and saw that there was a chain running through the waist band of the shorts.

“These are special Punishment Panties. I saw them online, and that’s what gave me the idea for this special day. The chain runs through the waist band and then the ends come together in the front”.

She pulled the slack out of the chain, pulled the ends together and used a small padlock to lock them together. She then pulled out her favorite ball gag and made sure I would have nothing else to say.

“You look so pretty, pet!! If you haven’t figured it out yet, you will not be able to remove your pretty panties—or anything that’s under them---until you come to me after work and I choose to free you. I strongly suggest you think twice about eating or drinking anything.”

Oh my god! I thought the diaper was just for humiliation, but now I realized that using the bathroom was impossibility. I started whimpering and pleading through the gag.

“You poor thing! Now as much as I would like to have you wear nipple clamps all day, I know that’s not practical, but I can at least make sure they are good and sore as a reminder.”

Mistress put clover clamps on my very-hard nipples. She then cuffed my pantyhosed ankles together, leaving me hanging helpless in the living room.

“I hope you don’t mind if I make myself some breakfast while your nipples get warmed up and you think about your little predicament. In case you were wondering, it’s 7:30. I’ll make sure you can leave here in time for your little meeting.”

I heard her opening the fridge and freezer, followed by the sound of my blender running. Mistress must be making herself a little pre-workout smoothie. After what felt like an eternity, she came back in the room past me and walked upstairs. She came down a minute later and unhooked my cuffs from the plant hook overhead but did not remove them from my wrists. She grabbed her bag and said:

“I just put the keys to your wrist and ankle cuffs upstairs under your bed. I want you to call me when you’re on the way to your meeting so I know you’re ok and I can tease you. If you’re a good sport, come to my house right after work and thank me for making your day so enjoyable, I will allow you to pleasure me and then will remove your chastity belt and let you cum for me. If I see ANY evidence that you tried to tamper with your pretty pink panties, you will be SEVERELY punished and locked in your cage for the weekend.”

Mistress kissed me on the cheek, patted me on my panties, headed for the door and then stopped suddenly: “OH—I almost forgot!” She rummaged through the bag again and brought out what looked like a small TV remote. She pointed the object at me and pressed a button. I almost lost my balance as the egg in my ass began pulsating in random patterns.

“Have a nice day, pet!” Mistress walked out the door and closed it behind her.

I removed the clamps from my aching nipples but couldn’t unbuckle the gag with my hands cuffed. I hopped over to the stairs and began the long-slow climb up the steps to find the keys. After I unlocked myself, I examined my vibrating prison. Not only did the chain prevent the panties from being pulled down, but the leg-bands were very tight so that I couldn’t reach under them and change anything. The only way out of this was to cut the panties off, but that certainly would land me in Mistress’s cage for the weekend and probably at least 2 more weeks in chastity.

I put on my suit and tie for my meeting, hoping that my jacket was long enough to hide the fact that it looked like I had stuffed a small pillow in the ass of my pants. The events of the morning and the egg randomly vibrating in my ass already had me needing to pee badly. I was really regretting that glass of orange juice!

It was going to be a very long day.