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I did not have a good day. I

woke up that night with a very full bladder and stood up in the crib

to lower the bars. I left the crib and went to the other crib, poking

the cub that slept there, a white cat with black stripes.

• Wake up, bitch - I told him.

He rolled over, facing the other

side. I was not in the best of moods so I shouted:

• Bitch, raise before I beat

you!

He immediately woke up and

jumped out of the crib, grabbing ceiling.

• Ah, Master Yure ... - He said,

trembling.

• Get down here, I have a task

for you - I insisted.

He descended from the ceiling

falling down in the crib. I jumped on the bars and forced them down

with my weight, releasing the bitch lying there.

• Master ... - He sat with his

legs out of the crib. - What should I do?

I undid my diaper.

• Guess - I spoke.

The bitch looked at me

curiously. He was so stupid that he had not caught my hint. I had a

strong erection, which indicated that I was holding my urine for a

long while. It dripped.

• Come on down - I said.

He finally understood and got

out of the crib, kneeling before me. He opened his muzzle.

• Good bitch ... - I told him,

holding his head in place.

I inserted my erection into his

muzzle and began to pee. He closed his eyes and drank without

hesitation, making a noise in his throat. I patted his head softly,

letting him sate his thirst for my bodily waste. I pee for a minute

and a half, my fat belly shrank slightly. He licked my erection that

was already beginning to get weak after the pressure behind it was

relieved.

• I love you so much, you bitch

• I told him. -; I like the fact that you know your place here ...

You love to do those humiliating things to make me "ready",

is not it?

• Yes, Master ... - He replied,

taking my limp penis out of his muzzle.

I touched his diaper, feeling an

erection already present there. He had not masturbated in days and

his sexual system was getting overwhelmed with so many sexy tasks

that I gave him. Every day he had to masturbate me, drink my urine,

even offer me his genitals so I can tease them until exhaustion. In

addition, he is a hermaphrodite; has both male and female genitals.

It is very fun to play with that tight sensitive pussy while I make

it clear that he can not have an orgasm at all, unless he wants to be

punished.

I kept feeling and playing with

the bulge in his diaper, moving it over that penis, with ever more

strength and skill. He began to leak fluid, so I stopped. The bulge

throbbed once ... He was all ready to fuck, but I would not let it

have anything to slip into any time soon.

• Go back to sleep - I said.

• Yes, Master, but ... - He

looked down, frustrated. - I may not have willpower to endure tonight

...

I nodded and put him in the crib

again. I then positioned his arms above his head and grabbed some

rope that was under his crib. I walked in the crib and climbed the

bars, then tied each of his paws to a bar of the crib, so that his

limbs were stretched and unable to bend.

• O. .. Thank you, Master ... -

He said.

I climbed the bars and jumped

over them, going back to my own crib, plotting what would happen the

next day, so I could relieve my anger...

The next morning, I awoke,

drenched. Despite having pissed in bitch, nothing prevents me from

wetting my diaper every morning religiously. Frustrated, I left the

crib and went to bitch's crib, who woke up in the process.

• Good morning, Master Yure - he

said, smiling.

• Good morning, bitch - I said.

• How is your bladder?

He patted his bladder and felt

he was dangerously full.

• P. .. slut wants to pee,

Master ... - He yelped.

• Yeah, but bitch is not going

to - I said, referring to him in the third person as he likes to do

to himself. - Come on, out of there.

I lowered the bars of the crib

and he left. I removed my diaper, dirty already, but still warm, and

took his diaper, that was still clean, for me. I buttoned my diaper

on him, causing him to have another erection. He loved my urine with

the force of a thousand suns and loved to suck urine out of me like a

calf. I put his diaper on me and felt the front.

• Good to be "clean"

again - I said. - Come on, I have to give you something.

He followed me with one paw on

the front of his diaper to hold the piss, but, at the same time, he

was forcing the contact between his penis and my urine, exciting him

even more. He was very tempted to just rub the diaper against

himself, but had to resist because I had not given him any permission

to do so.

I got to the closet and pulled

out a rubber suit with a zip on the back (to make it difficult to

remove). It covered the entire body except for the feet, hands, neck

and head. He grinned from ear to ear to see what I had reserved for

him and rubbed his cock a little, releasing fluid.

• Bitch will wear his rubber

suit today? - He asked.

• Sure - I replied.

He ran towards me, every step

making his diaper rubbing against him, providing a masturbation

without hands, if that is semantically possible. When he got close to

me, he got on all fours and rubbed his body against my legs, like the

cat that he is.

• Thank you, Master! - He said

loudly. - Bitch do not deserve!

• No panic; I do it for myself

too - I announced.

I helped him with the rubber

suit and pulled up the zip. It was tight, very tight, pressing his

genitals against the diaper.

• Oh, Master ... - He groaned.

There was also a zip between his

legs, allowing access to the genitals. I knelt before him and opened

that zip, moving a finger against the soaked diaper, rubbing the

erection and the clitoris. He moaned hard, squirming legs.

• Master ... if you continue

like this, I will ... - He said.

• Do not you dare - I

threatened.

I kept rubbing the diaper

against that swollen clitoris, causing a pleasurable and continuous

tingling that was difficult to ignore. The bitch was fighting his

instinct to push his crotch forward, to increase friction. I

continued stroking and massaging that button with care and attention,

as if I really wanted to give her an orgasm, but the bitch could not

come, she had to hold on and on.

His nipples were too sensitive,

but could not be stimulated because of the rubber suit. Still, the

feel of the rubber against her sensitive nipples caused her even more

pleasure. He clenched his rectum, but felt that this was not a good

idea; the contraction of the lower muscles intensified the pleasure.

• Master! - He shouted

desperately.

I stopped immediately; I would

not let him cum that easy.

• Thank you, Master ... - He

said.

• You're welcome - I said.

During the day, he performed a

few house maintenance tasks to me, since we live alone without

parents. In the interval of each task, I called him to be teased

again, sighing to myself at his moans and denied orgasms. That night,

he felt pain in his balls and an intolerable tingling in his female

genitals. Moreover, he did not urinated since he woke up, his swollen

bladder applied pressure on his sexual system as well. If I had a

heart, I would feel pity.

• Okay, bitch - said. - Prepare

something to eat and I will grant you permission to relieve yourself.

She was squeezing her legs

against each other while preparing the food. He had to stand on a

chair to reach the stove. I walked to the kitchen doorway and watched

his work, he was sweet in that apron. I licked my muzzle, having an

erection as I watched that rubber ass covering that thick diaper

butt. The zip dangling at the height of his tail, which was also

covered with rubber, beat against his left buttock at every desperate

move to stem the torrent of urine stored in his bladder, which was

already swollen enough to make a difference in his appearance. My

stomach rumbled with force, as I struggled to endure my hunger. But

then I thought about making a change of plans.

• Hey, bitch, your work is over

• I said. - Get off that chair and come here.

• But bitch is not over ... - He

said.

• I decide when you've finished.

Do not argue with me.

He immediately stopped and came

to me. He lowered his head and sighed.

• Sorry, Master - he said.

• Do not panic - I said. - I

decided to eat you. Through oral means.

Fool that he was, he did not

understand until I opened my muzzle as wide as I could and bit his

head softly. I started to suck him into my body, my jaw stretched to

accommodate the size of the cub. He began to smile while I sucked his

being inside my expanding body, devouring him as if I was a snake.

Second after second, more and more of her body came inside my wet and

warm muzzle, sliding on my tongue until it reached my narrow

oesophagus, which squeezed him as he passed. After being completely

inside me, he curled in my stomach. My size had doubled and I looked

a lot fatter than what I really was. However, I do not want him there

too long, otherwise I would digest him. Then walked to the stove,

climbed the chair and proceeded to prepare dinner. Occasionally, I

would grip the base of my belly, rubbing it out through my thick

layer of fat.

He noticed that I was massaging

from outside then shifted, putting his crotch against the spot I

massaged. Because of the rubber suit, he could not feel stimulation

on his genitals, but found it all very sexy still.

When I finished preparing

dinner, I felt I would not be able to suppress my digestion longer. I

got off the chair, crouched down and started pushing hard. My stomach

drained the bitch to the intestines, where my bowel movements pushed

him slowly down, to the rectum. He loved being squeezed by my

interior, specially by my narrow, wet, hot and curvy intestines, my

body always expanding where necessary to allow his passage. It hurt

to have to force it down my anus, a scene that would be grotesque if

the diaper wasn't there to cover the details. When he came out, sat

on him. The bitch was in my diaper, alive and breathing. I waited my

ass go back to normal and opened my diaper, got up, stretched and

went to the chair, climbing it and then placed the food on a plate.

Then I lay down on my belly with the dish in front of me and began to

eat.

• Bitch - I said.

He was exhausted, but attended

to my call.

• Yes, Master? - He crawled to

me.

• Sniff my ass - I commanded.

While I ate casually, he smelled

my anus, like a puppy. Feeling his breath on my tail-pipe gave me a

strong erection, which was being pressed against the floor. But my

libido would have to wait; I was too distracted eating.

I took a break and changed

positions, now lying on my back. I lifted my legs and folded them

against my huge belly.

• Now the balls - I said.

He promptly started sniffing my

sack while I ate carefully, since in that position it was easier to

choke. When I finished, I stood up.

• Sit - I spoke.

He sat like a dog and even

raised his front paws as if pleading. I put his food in a bowl and

put it on the floor so he could eat. Once satiated, he looked up to

me and rubbed his face against my leg, like the cat he is. I sat down

and presented him my feet-paws to be licked, since he loved my

feet-paws. He licked, rubbed his face on them, sniffed and massaged.

As he did, I masturbated ... watching that ...

He was satisfied. His balls

ached and so ached his erection, his female genitals tingled with

longing, his bladder ached while compressed by the rubber suit. There

he was, lost in his own obscene world.