sticated air--in fact, everything about her exuded style and class.
Her hair was pulled back and arranged in an elegant manner, and she immediately strode across the room to get a better look at Ethan.
Even though by now, Ethan had become somewhat used to being exposed before others, each time it was someone new, he found it to be an excruciating experience. Removing her sunglasses, the woman came up to him and looked down on the squirming sissy, the disdain obvious on her pretty face. As the fat butt plug ground deeply into his back passage, Ethan helplessly felt his diapers suddenly growing wet and warm and he blushed furiously.
With his Mary Janes swinging uselessly, he struggled pathetically against his wrist straps and looked around the room, as if seeking help from Megan or his mother-in-law.
Reading the script on Ethan's chest, the woman smirked condescendingly.
"So--this is your little bedwetter," she remarked scornfully, "I can certainly see why you put him in diapers and found yourself a real man."
Ethan whimpered as he felt another strong surge of hot pee flooding his diapers. This was SO humiliating!
He tried desperately to stop the flow as his bulging diapers happily absorbed all his panic-induced pee.
"I have to confess that a part of me didn't believe you, but now that I've actually seen him for myself, it all makes perfect sense," the woman said as she turned to Frank and set a satchel she had been carrying down on the kitchen table.
Melissa stepped forward and shook the woman's hand.
"Ms. Milani, I'd like you to meet Ethan Grant--Megan's sissy hubby," she explained, "Yes, he is a chronic bedwetter and masturbator--or rather I should say--a former masturbator. Since he's been in strict chastity for almost a year now, he's been prevented from being able to play with himself like he used to.
"Needless to say, with his tiny, baby-sized pen-is, he was completely incapable of satisfying Megan--or any woman, for that matter."
With the fat butt plug stuffed inside him, and his warm, wet diapers embracing him, Ethan felt vulnerable and inferior. He blushed with shame as Ms. Milani looked him over critically and shook her head, the disapproval written all over her pretty face.
"You smell like pee, powder, and pampers," she remarked in a superior, patronizing tone.
Megan sauntered over to Frank and wrapped her lithe arms around him, reaching up to give him a passionate kiss of greeting. His big hands roamed all over her slim, curvy body as he kissed her back enthusiastically. Ethan blushed again and looked the other way, embarrassed to have his shameful cuckold status so blatantly demonstrated.
Finally, Megan released her embrace of Frank and turned to face Ethan.
"We have an announcement to make," she said with a smile.
Rather than looking at her daughter, Melissa turned to face Ethan, as if more interested to see what his reaction would be.
"Ethan, you are a pathetic excuse for a man. I have no idea why I ever agreed to marry you, but thankfully, Jordan here is going to take care of all that.
"I need a real man--not a sissy who can't even keep his diapers dry."
Walking over to look down at her cowering husband, Megan reached underneath the plastic tray and stuck a finger inside the elastic leg band of Ethan's plastic panties.
"Oh my god--you're wet again?? Can't you even control your wetting during the day now?" she demanded.
Ethan blushed hotly as everyone in the room stared at him.
"It-it w-was...uh, an accident," he stammered as she squirmed in his seat.
"You should paddle this little sissy when we're done," Megan said as she turned to face her mother.
"I'll be happy to make him cry," Melissa said as she crossed her arms over her impressive chest and looked down at the sniveling sissy, "Jordan--if you've ever wanted to see a sissy bawling his eyes out like a baby, stick around."
"I'll do that," she said as she began taking papers out of her satchel and arranging them on the table.
Mirroring her mother's pose, Megan crossed her arms and looked down at Ethan.
"Well sissy, you don't have many choices around here but today you have two. I can have our marriage annulled and have you tossed out in the street, or..."
Tears misted Ethan's eyes and he held his breath...whatever else she was going to offer couldn't possibly be worse than what she just suggested.
"Or...Frank has generously offered to let you move in with us, into a separate wing of his mansion. There, mom will be fully in charge of you--she has shown a real knack for how to handle bedwetters and sissies like you, so I know you'll be in good hands. She'll make sure you get all the diapers and discipline you so obviously need.
"Don't worry--I'll still come in and take you with my strap-on from time to time. Or maybe Frank will decide to pop your cherry...he's mentioned your little sissy bottom might need a big hard coc-k from time to time."
Ethan squirmed as he considered his choices, the intrusive fat butt plug only adding to his discomfort.
"And after our marriage is annulled, I will become your legal guardian--the inheritance you received last year will all go to me."
Ethan swallowed hard as another strong surge of pee saturated his diapers.
"Well--what's it going to be sissy boy?" she demanded.
"I-I...I wanna live with you," he whimpered weakly, his cheeks burning with the shame of his capitulation.
"Very well," Ms. Milani said, "I have everyone else's signatures--I just need Ethan's."
Bringing over a sheath of papers, she placed one of them on the highchair's pink plastic eating tray.
"This one recognizes that your marriage was brought about under false pretenses and should be annulled. Obviously, Megan thought she was getting a man out the arrangement but we both know that couldn't be farther from the truth. Just sign here," she said pointing to a place on the lengthy doc-ument.
Ethan sniffled and accepted the proffered pen, scribbling his signature on the line.
Placing another paper before him, she pointed at another line.
"And this one gives Megan complete rights over you as your legal guardian...I was able to find some ambiguous mental clauses that speak to your...immature behavior and childlike disposition.
"By signing this, you forfeit all your legal rights and won't be able to do so much as get a library card anymore without Megan's approval."
Ethan cried softly as he submissively signed his name to the doc-ument, shamelessly handing over everything to his wife. Ms. Milani shook her head at his spineless display--it only confirmed in her mind that this is what he truly deserved.
Meanwhile, his mother-in-law had left the room to retrieve the paddle for his promised spanking.
"And lastly, this doc-ument relinquishes control over the inheritance you received last year. It now becomes the sole property of Megan."
"Don't worry baby--" Megan smirked, "I got you a piggy bank and your new allowance will be fifty cents a week."
She watched eagerly as the defeated sissy signed away his rights to the staggering amount of money that he'd originally used to leverage his way into the marriage. Bitterly, he reflected how that deception had cost him!
His mother-in-law had returned, and was standing by his side now, the menacing long wooden Spencer paddle in her hand.
"And now, someone's going to pay the piper for wetting his diapers," she said as she began releasing him from the bonds of his highchair.