Playdate

Sitting on the big hotel bed, wearing two disposable diapers, pink ruffled plastic pants, pink knitted booties and a giant pink bib, fear comes over me. Frantically sucking on my penis-shaped pacifier I wonder what I’m doing here, in this hotel room.
I’m waiting for someone who I have never met before in person, just online. What I know is that we share a deeply felt love for thick diapers, plastic pants, ultra sissy dresses, bonnets, bibs, aprons, ruffles, lace and satin. We shared pictures of each other all dolled up.
That was all perfectly safe, in the comfort of my computer room, with no one watching. As a secret sissy, I’m used to hiding my fetishes and sissy desires from my family and friends (no one would understand). Apart from a hidden collection on my laptop, I have no clothes, diapers or other big baby stuff at home. That’s all stored at the nursery of a mistress I visit regularly, where I can indulge in all my sexy fantasies. Playtime with nanny I long for every three of four months, to relieve the stress, to hand over the reins, to let mistress have complete control. To be teased and aroused on her terms.

I get a nice little tingle in my diapers thinking about mistress, her long legs in black stockings, me peeking under her ultra-short skirt, her swaying breasts with the deep dark areolas that I can sometimes nurse (only if mistress feels like it). The pink chastity device I wear and the Viagra pill I took make that tingle a bit painful – oh, sweet straining.

This other sissy and I (now I realise I don’t even know a name), we seem to connect deeply on our adult baby preference, exchanging sexy scenarios. The desire grew to see each other, and know I’m here, nappied, waiting for him. Having a playdate with another sissy has always been a fantasy. But what if it’s all a scam? What if he barges in with a camera, exposing me? Fear comes over me again. My heart skips another beat when I hear a soft knock on the door. OMG! Is this the sissy? What am I doing? A little pee trickles into my diapers.

I waddle to the door, look through the little peephole. Yes, it’s him, I recognize the friendly face. He carries two large suitcases. A hot flush comes over me, when I open the door. The sissy looks at me, head to feet. When I stand back to let him in, he kisses me on the cheek (another hot flush) and carries in the suitcases.

No one says anything. After what seems like an hour of silence (but probably just two seconds) he walks to me, kisses me again on the cheek, pats my diapered bottom, mumbles something and then opens his suitcases. It’s like a big cloud of pink, white, and red lace, satin and gingham explodes. He takes out dresses, shows them to me before hanging them over the poofy chairs in the room. Stacks of diapers, disposables and terrycloth, are put on the bed. More stacks, over diaper pants, waddle pants, all ruffled, with bows, plastic, satin…. Almost half the bed is now covered with the stacks. I feel light in my head, u*********sly I have wetted my diapers. Lingerie, stockings, garters, bra’s, ultrasissy and ultrasexy.

Then, sissy strips out of his clothes. He watches me as he pushes an even bigger penis-shaped pacifier between his luscious lips. Then he lays on the bed. For an awkward moment, I don’t know what is expected, but when sissy eyes the stack of terrycloth diapers and diaper pins, I know just what to do. I roll out a big fluffy towel and have him lay on it. Then I take the baby oil, baby cream and baby powder. I apply the cream all over his chest, the inside of his legs and take special interest in his nipples. Then, I oil his baby penis, ever so slowly. Sighs and content noises give me the impression that I’m doing this ok, and the little baby member stands to attention as well.
I’ve never done this. I have never oiled another man’s genitals. I wouldn’t say I’m gay, but when I play with my mistress, dildo-sucking is something I love. For me, it’s part of not having control, of being feminized and playing adult games.
But this is the real deal. The sexy scenarios we exchanged included making each other cream in plastic panties, have ‘big juicy wet kisses’ planted on the diapered crotches. It felt good, it felt sexy, it felt…different.

Diapering someone with terrycloth diapers is not easy the first time, but with some whispered guidance, it looks fine. White plastic pants, with lots of ruffles, go over the nappies and then a plastic lined, darling looking white lace diaper cover. Then some lace ankle socks over her feet (from now on, it’s she and her). She nods at big black lacy bra, and now I see the silicone falsies that go with this bra. It fits perfectly, and looks incredibly sexy. Then, we try on various dresses, having our own private sissy dress fashion show. Every time a dress slips over my head, or when petticoats (did I mention the extra suitcase with the petticoats?) go up over my now stockinged legs, I quiver. I’m wearing curly wigs and super sweet bonnets, we help each other tying big bibs and aprons.

We giggle, steal little kisses, touch legs, innerthighs, diaper fronts. I love having my nipples squeezed, or wearing clamps. She knows, and little electric shocks go through me when she touches my little boobies. We dance closely on imagined music, rubbing our nappies together. She changes me, I change her. Our diapers are soaked, because of the excitement and the large bottles we feed each other.

Hours fly by, the tension grows. She took off my chastity device, and keeps squeezing the front of my diapers. We stand in a corner, whispering sweet nothings, touching each other. I’m so aroused. I never thought this would feel so great. She’s a big sissy baby, just like me, with her incredible blue eyes.
Then she moves me to the bed. Diaper covers and diapers fall off. We roll around, making sure our thick diapers make contact. We lay next to each, admiring how we look, stroking, sucking sexily on our pacifiers.
I lay on my back, leg spread, while she lays on her side, rubbing my crotch. She then moves between my legs, and rubs her nappy against mine. I see her lovely face, with the blonde wig, the bonnet. This feels….this feels….I can’t think anymore. All kinds of emotions racing through me. Am I being fucked by a sissy? Why does this feel so good?! Should I even think? No, let this happen! Be in the moment!

Then, suddenly, two loud knocks on the hotel door. We both freeze. What’s this? I look around, the room is a big frilly mess of clothes, diapers, all kinds of adult toys. Who’s there, how are we…
Then a stern voice booms from the corridor, behind the door. ‘Open op you two sissies, I know you’re there!’