The Case for Chastity

The Case for Chastity

Tiffany Johnson took another sip of the dark
coffee in the china cup before gently setting it
back down on the end table.

Sitting opposite to her, was her good friend
Lisa, an attractive woman in her late thirties
with long brunette hair and a body that still
turned heads. The two were catching up with
each other, and enjoying a relaxing evening
chatting.
Playing on the rug before them, was her 14
year-old son, Tommy, although his present
attire certainly would have set him apart from
any other teenager; he wore a cropped yellow
top with short, puffy, elasticized sleeves that
emphasized his soft, toneless arms. His feet
were clad in lacy white anklets and glossy
yellow Mary Janes but perhaps most
conspicuously, was the fat, shiny diaper and
plastic panties swaddling his hips.

Tommy was on his hands and knees, pushing
his toy truck along before him but as he
passed in front of Tiffany, she reached down
and gave his soft, diapered bottom a squeeze.
“Feels like mommy’s little boy wet his diapers,
”

she announced.

Tommy blushed furiously as he looked away,
regretting his close proximity to his mom’s
beautiful guest.
“Tommy–am I going to have to start your potty
training all over again?” Lisa asked, her voice
filled with exasperation.
“Tell me,

” Tiffany said, changing the subject,
“Have you ever considered getting him fitted
for a chastity device?”

“Chastity? For Tommy?” she replied with
surprise.

The subject of their topic suddenly grew
apprehensive–he was only vaguely aware of
the concept of chastity but he was certain it
wouldn’t bode well for him.

“Oh yes, he’s passed puberty now–although
you’d never know it by his outfit,

” she

chuckled,

“and I’m sure he’s become quite the

little masturbator.”

Lisa’s features darkened and she looked down
on her diapered son with disapproval.

“You think so?”

“Oh yes, most sissies like Tommy, once
they’ve been put back into diapers, come to
find them irresistible. With their hormones
raging out of control, they become chronic
masturbators and do it every opportunity they
can.

“One look at Tommy, and I’m sure he plays
with himself several times a day.”

Lisa looked shocked and confused.

“Wh-what should I do?” she asked.

“I think you should get him fitted for a secure
chastity device as soon as possible.
Remember when you told me the other day
that you didn’t think he was trying hard enough

to control his bedwetting? I think it’s because
he secretly enjoys the feel of his soft, cushiony
diapers, and he loves masturbating in them,
”

she explained.
Tiffany reached down and grasped Tommy’s
wrist, pulling him to his feet. He was blushing a
beet red at their discussion and she forced him
to sit on her lap. The diapered boy had always
been extremely intimidated by Lisa’s friend;
she was very pretty, with a phenomenal body,
and he was always staring at her big round
breasts.

Now, as he sat down across her lap, he landed
with a wet squish and he swallowed hard,
trying not to stare down her low cut top at her
sexy, very adult cleavage.

“How about it, Tommy?” Tiffany asked as she
looked at him directly,

“Have you been playing

with yourself a lot?”

Tommy’s cheeks burned all the more hotly and
he shook his head violently.

“N-no!” he stammered, although his body
language betrayed his protest.

“Tommy…Tell the truth…do you like rubbing
the front of your diapers?”
Tommy looked away, unable to hold her gaze.
A bead of sweat appeared on his brow.

“Tommy? I asked you a question,

” Tiffany said
has she used her long nailed finger to bring his
chin around to face her.

The diapered sissy couldn’t look her in the
eyes and instead, he stared down at the
yawning cleavage between her big breasts.

“Umm, I…uh, well maybe…” his voice trailed
off.

“You like to masturbate in your soft, fluffy
diapers, don’t you?” she pushed him.

Tommy squirmed in her lap. In a match pitting
their personalities against each other, Tommy
was woefully out of his league.

“Um…I guess,

” he mumbled, his voice barely a

whisper.

“Lisa, as you can see, your little boy is using
his diapers to play with himself on a regular
basis. The only way to put a stop to it, is to get
him fitted for a chastity device and keep it
locked 24/7.”

Her friend nodded gravely, clearly shocked by
these revelations.

“Why don’t we change his diapers–I can go out
to my car and get a few devices I think will fit
him–with any luck, I’ve got one that’s small
enough for his little wee-wee.”

Without waiting for an answer, Tiffany got up,
forcing Tommy to do the same as he
stammered and protested what was
happening.
“B-but–wait–wait, Mommy,

” he whimpered.

“Come along Tommy,

” she said firmly taking

his hand,

“This is just what you need.”

Pouting miserably, Tommy waddled after his
mommy as she led him down the hallway to
his nursery. He cursed himself that Tiffany had
so easily maneuvered him into admitting to his
shameful habit. And of course, she had
pegged him exactly right–he did masturbate
daily, often several times a day, rubbing the
soft, cushiony front of his diapers until he’d
explode in an eye-crossing orgasm.

And now Tiffany was threatening to take all
that away!
Muttering under his breath, a fussy Tommy
stood in place as his mommy yanked his damp
plastic panties down his legs, tossing them into
his diaper pail.

Tiffany soon returned, carrying a medium sized
cardboard box in her arms. Lisa unpinned his
wet diapers and deposited them in the same
container as his plastic panties before sitting
him unceremoniously down on his changing
table.

Tommy fidgeted as his mommy cleaned his
damp genitals with a baby wipe as Tiffany

fished through her box of devices.
“I just got one called the Baby Nano that I’m
pretty sure will fit him,

” she said as she

produced a very small stainless steel cage and
cuff ring.

Tommy squirmed as his mommy placed a thick
stack of fluffy white diapers under his rump, his
bald little package shriveling in fear. Tiffany
took a small dab of baby lotion and rubbed it
on the tip of his short, stubby penis, sliding the
tiny cage over it so that the back ring of it
captured his head completely.
The other piece was a hinged piece of steel
that when closed, formed a solid ring behind
the back of his genitals. Tiffany tugged his
sack forward and swiftly positioned it in place,
after which she pushed the caged head of his
penis back to mate with the cuff ring.

Tommy gasped as he stared down at the
terrifying device–it compressed his little penis
completely and he suddenly realized no
erection of any kind would be possible.

“Oh!” he squealed as he waved his hands in
the air helplessly.

Ignoring him, Tiffany slipped a clevis pin
through the holes at the top and added a brass
lock, clicking it shut with a broad smile of
satisfaction on her pretty face.

“There, my little sissy boy,

” she said as she
rubbed her hands together with smug glee,
“No more masturbating for you!”
Lisa bent down and grasped the metal device,
amazed at how well it trapped his little
package.
“This is really ingenious,

” she marveled,

“This

will totally put an end to his erections.
“Maybe now, you’ll try harder to stop your
wetting,

” she scolded her son.

Tommy was squirming in place, filled with
anxiety as he tried to conceive of a life without
masturbation. This was truly a terrible
situation!

“And now its diaper time!” Lisa said as she
began powdering his front area.

THE END