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Dinner and a Show  (FM, femdom, humil, inf, mast)

In which Maia takes Michael to dinner and he treats her to a show.

1. Warning:  This story may warp your fragile little mind.
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Dinner and a Show

Michael walked along the sidewalk, hand in hand with his date.  A full 
moon had risen into the night sky, and the world, lit up by streetlights 
and storefront signs, seemed a magical place.   But most magical of all 
was this lovely creature who walked alongside the young man.  Maia, so 
beautiful even dressed casually in jeans and a denim jacket, with her 
long blonde hair tied in a thick braid, was talking to him about her 
neighborhood, the shops and parks and such.  Michael wasn't really 
listening to the words, but found himself captivated by the voice, warm 
and inviting, like listening to beautiful music.

"So, what do you think, Mikey?"  Maia asked.

"Um - " Michael felt a moment of panic.  "Think about what?" He tried to 
remember what his date had been talking about.

"Why Mikey!"  The big lady stopped and looked at Michael, her hands on 
her hips.  She gazed down into the man's eyes, her expression at once 
both irritated and amused.  "You haven't been listening to a word I've 
said, have you?"

"Um, I - that is, I - um--"  Michael felt more than a little panic.  He 
truly had no idea what she had been saying.

Maia broke the tension with a mirthful laugh, such a beautiful merry 
sound that Michael found himself smiling broadly in response.  She 
reached out and hugged him.  Maia's jacket was unbuttoned and as she 
held him tightly, Michael could feel her big, bouncy breasts beneath her 
soft shirt.  His panic vanished away, replaced by a warm, secure 
feeling.

"It's ok, Mikey.  Maia understands."  She stroked his hair with thick 
fingers as she held him.  "Babies, especially baby boys like Mikey, 
don't hear their mommy's words so much as her tone of voice."  Michael 
didn't take objection to that.  The man wasn't listening to his date's 
words; her tone of voice made it clear she was happy, not upset, and 
that was good enough for him.  He put his arms around her waist - well, 
as far as they would go - and luxuriated against her breasts.

Until he felt his privates growing inside his diaper, and remembered 
they were outside on a busy sidewalk, and felt people staring at him, 
and suddenly didn't want to be snuggling against his date like he was 
some kind of little boy or something.  Michael broke off the embrace, 
feeling embarrassed, his blushing cheeks warm.

The two walked on together, not holding hands this time.  Michael was a 
man and didn't need to hold somebody's hand if he didn't want to.  Maia 
didn't complain or anything; Michael could tell that she was the kind of 
date that understood when her man needed his space.  'She's so 
thoughtful,' he thought.  Also thoughtful was that she slowed her pace 
to match his own.  Between breaking in his hard, unbending shoes and 
learning to walk in his bulky diaper and plastic panties without them 
making noise - well, without them making much noise - he was going a 
little slower than usual.

"Oh, Mikey!"  His date stopped suddenly at a storefront.  "Look at the 
scarves - and they're on sale!"  

Michael indulgently looked at the display.  He knew how women were, 
especially with things on sale.  Under the storefront lights, scarves in 
every colour of the rainbow were fluttering lightly in the night breeze.  
Maia picked a purple scarf, looking to Michael not unlike a gardener 
picking a flower.  She held it up to her fair hair.  "What do you think, 
little one?"

Michael was not impressed with her calling him 'little one,' because 
short people are sometimes sensitive about their height, but he was very 
impressed with how the scarf looked on her.  "I think you're beautiful, 
Maia!"

"Awww!"  She gave him her light-up-a-room smile.  "You're such a 
charmer!"  She playfully stroked his cheek with the scarf and he giggled 
at the ticklish touch.  

Then something caught his eye.  _World of Motion_, a hobby shop that 
specialized in radio-controlled vehicles, had opened a new branch right 
across the street from where they were standing.  Being inordinately 
fond of radio-controlled cars and planes, Michael just had to see what 
new wonders they had at their new store.  He glanced at Maia, and found 
that she was trying to decide between the purple one, a blue one with 
purple flowers, and one that was just blue.  

'Girls take forever making up their minds!'  Michael said to himself.  
'I'll have time for a quick dash over to the store and back before Maia 
even realises I'm gone.'  The man stepped off the sidewalk, carefully 
avoiding a puddle of water, and started across the street.

"NOOO!"  The high-pitched scream stopped Michael in his tracks before he 
got halfway across.  "NO-NO-NO!"  Maia squealed.  The terrified lady 
dashed out into the street, swept up Michael, her thick arm painfully 
tight around his waist, and ran back to the sidewalk. "NO!"

Maia set the man down on the side walk.  As she knelt in front of him, 
her expression was still one of panic.  "Michael Rivers you do NOT leave 
the sidewalk by yourself!  That was VERY NAUGHTY!"

Michael only peripherally noticed that Maia called him by her own last 
name.  He was more overwhelmed by his date's panicked reaction, and in 
response he was feeling very naughty indeed.  Hot tears fell out of his 
eyes onto his cheeks.  "I'm sorry, Maia!"

"It's ok, Precious!"  Maia wrapped her arms around the man.  "Maia still 
loves her Mikey, always will!"  Michael felt warm and snug in her 
embrace, and when she kissed him repeatedly all over his face, he felt 
almost ok again.  

Then Maia sat back on her knees, though she kept her arms loosely around 
Michael's shoulders.  "Mikey," his pretty date began.  "Never, ever run 
off like that again.  Always tell Maia if you want to go somewhere."

Michael didn't like that at all.  He knew he'd been naughty.  Very 
naughty.  But darn it, He wasn't some little boy who had to ask 
permission every time he needed to use the bathroom!  The man opened his 
mouth to protest.

"Hush."  Maia gently laid a finger across his lips.  "I know you don't 
want to hear this, but you must never go anywhere without my permission.  
I need to know where you are, because I don't want anything bad ever to 
happen to you.  I love you, Mikey." 

The man was nonplussed.  Though they had just met that evening, Maia had 
said that a couple of times already.  But it was like he'd only now 
heard it, really heard it.  His date had really fallen in love with him.

"And Mikey must never leave the sidewalk without holding Maia's hand, 
ever.  Mikey always waits and doesn't ever go into the street unless 
Mikey holds Maia's hand.  Now, what are the rules?"

"Maia, this is -"  Michael had just begun his reasoned argument, when 
Maia interrupted.

"What does Mikey always do for Maia?"

"Obey, but-!"  The man's dander was getting up, and he was about to let 
his date know.  It was Maia's serious expression more than her words 
that stopped him before he started.

"Michael," Maia said.  She held his hands in her warm grasp.  "I know 
that this is hard for you; I know that we only just met and you haven't 
learned to trust me yet.  But I promise you, as I said before:  if you 
obey, I will always do my best to make you glad you did.  Earlier 
tonight you promised you would obey me."  Maia's eyes looked so serious 
Michael knew all this was never a game to her.  "Now I am on my knees 
begging you.  Please would you keep your promise?  Would you please obey 
me always?"

'I'm not a little boy, I'm not.'  Michael thought.  'But I did promise 
her.'  Looking at his date, on her knees begging him for nothing more 
than what he had promised, Michael felt so ashamed for not keeping his 
word.  The man nodded wordlessly, but from his date's expression he knew 
he would have to do more than that.  "I - I'll obey, Maia. I'll obey you 
always!"

"My good little Mikey!"  Maia hugged Michael so tight he thought he 
might faint.  "I knew I could count on you!"  She loosened her arms, but 
still kept her hands on his shoulders, keeping his attention on her.  
"Now, what will Mikey do for Maia?"

"Obey!"  

"Good boy!"  The man felt genuinely happy at his date's praise.  "And 
what if Mikey wants to go somewhere?"

"Ask first."  

"And before leaving the sidewalk?"

"Always hold Maia's hand!"  Michael found himself meeting her joyful 
smile with one of his own.

Maia stood and brushed off her knees.  "Come on Mikey!"  She took his 
hand in hers.  "We've got a date to go on!"

She stopped at the little shop to buy a scarf - the blue one with purple 
flowers.  When she conducted business, Maia let go of Michael's hands 
and put them on the waistband of her blue jeans.  The man understood she 
intended him to hold on to her while she got money out of her purse and 
gave it to the vender.  It felt weird, but she felt so good to his grasp 
that the man didn't mind holding onto his date like a little boy holding 
onto his mommy.

Then she took his hand in hers and again they were off.  She took him 
further up the street, holding his hand - a little too tightly as they 
crossed first one street then another - and talking to him as though the 
earlier bad stuff hadn't happened.  Maia looked so pretty, even prettier 
with the scarf tied in her hair, and Michael was so proud to be seen 
with her.

"Here we are, my love!"  Maia gestured grandly to the building, and the 
sign that said, "Jo's Diner."

"It's a diner."  Michael tried without success to hide his 
disappointment.

"It's also got the best food in the city,"  Maia said good naturedly.  
"And the owner is my friend."

"Oh,"  Michael said eloquently.  He felt so embarrassed, turning up his 
nose at a good place run by his pretty date's friend.  "I'm sorry.  I'm 
sure it's good."

"I forgive you, sweetie."  Maia hugged Michael and he felt like it was 
all better.  "Come on in, you'll love it!"

Michael walked with his date into the bright, cheerful diner.  Looking 
around he was surprised to see it looked much nicer than he thought 
diners would look.  Maia led him to a table in the corner near a window 
and helped him into a chair.

A pretty lady with dark hair tied in a bun came over to them.  "Hi Jo!"  
Maia said.  "How goes it tonight?"

"A quiet evening, Maia," the lady smiled back.  "Just the way I like 
them."  Then in a higher, friendly voice, she added, "who's this little 
cutie?"

"This little boy is Mikey," Maia answered.  "Little Mikey's my new 
boyfriend, isn't that right, sweetheart?"

Michael was again surprised - and delighted.  He had never been on a 
date before in his life, and now he found he had a girlfriend?  He 
didn't even notice the "little" comments Maia made, he just nodded his 
agreement with an eager "that's right!"

"Awww!"  The lady reached out and tousled Michael's hair.  "What a 
charming little boy you are; Maia's lucky to have you!"

"Um,"  Michael responded with his usual glibness.  The man was put off 
being called a little boy, but the diner owner seemed genuinely to like 
him. "Thank you, ma'am.  I'm lucky too."

"Ah, 'Ma'am.'  How polite you are!"  The pretty diner lady smiled.  "You 
may call me 'Miss Joanne.'"

"Thank you Miss Joanne."  Michael found himself smiling back.

Maia sat with Michael looking at the menu.  A couple of things looked 
good to the man, though his date didn't seem concerned about what to 
have for supper.  "How about this, Maia?"  He pointed to the menu item 
for her.  "Portabello steak with shallots and wine sauce?"

The pretty blonde smiled indulgently.  "Do you think it would be yummy, 
Mikey?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"I do like how polite Mikey is to Maia, and all females."  She 
considered a second.  "Ok, my smart boyfriend.  I'll take your 
suggestion.  Hey Jo!"

Miss Joanne came back to their table.  "Decided yet?"

"Yes.  At my boyfriend's suggestion,"  Maia nodded her approval to 
Michael, "I will have the portabello steak, and a glass of white wine.  
And bring a bowl of spiced applesauce and a cup of milk for little 
Mikey."

"Actually - " Michael began to interrupt.

"Don't interrupt, honey."  Maia said.  Turning back to the diner owner, 
she said, "and bring the milk in a safe cup for my sweetheart, ok?"

"I don't want applesauce, it's - "  Michael was going to say something 
like that was for little children, and he was not a little child, but 
Maia interrupted him.

"Mikey, have you eaten here before?"

"No ma'am."  Michael felt small when he answered.  Maia was clearly not 
impressed with him.

"So you don't know what a treat Miss Joanne's spiced applesauce is?"

"No, but I - "

"I promised if you obey, I'll make you glad.  If Maia tells little 
Mikey, 'eat your applesauce,' what does my smart boyfriend do?"

"Obey," the man said sheepishly.

"Eat your applesauce, Mikey!"  Maia's bright light-up-a-room smile 
returned and Michael felt warm inside to see it.  "You'll be glad you 
did!" 

When Miss Joanne brought their drinks, Michael was surprised and 
irritated to see the large sippy cup.  Maia sipped her wine, looking at 
the man intently.  Waiting for his reaction.  'So my date wants me to 
use a toddler cup,' Michael sighed, 'I can be a man about it.'

"What a good Mikey!"  The man blushed as his date gushed her approval.  
"I'm so proud of you!"

Actually using the toddler's cup was difficult.  It was weighted at the 
bottom, so when he tipped it to drink, the milk overbalanced it.  
Michael had to hold it with both hands to have the right control to sip 
without spilling.

So, with both hands busy holding his toddler cup, Michael couldn't 
resist when Miss Joanne slipped a bib onto his chest and tied it behind 
his neck.  

"There there, Mikey."  Maia's voice sounded soothing.  "I think you look 
very handsome.  The bib looks fine and I like seeing you in it!"

Michael opened his mouth to protest anyway, when Maia put a spoonful of 
heaven in his mouth.  

"Mmmm!"  Michael didn't know when he'd had anything that good.  It was 
sweet and savory at once, with a delicate blend of spices that made his 
tongue feel warm and cooled at once.  "Wow that's good!"

"I knew you'd be glad."  Maia beamed triumphantly.  She fed the man 
another spoonful of applesauce.  "Miss Joanne's recipe won awards in 
worldwide competitions."

As Maia spoonfed Michael his applesauce, she talked to him about Miss 
Joanne's restaurant, and their long friendship and how she taught Maia 
how to cook.  As his pretty date fed Michael his delicious supper, the 
sound of her voice was the sweetest music to his ears.  

And the food was so good that the man opened his mouth automatically for 
his date to feed him, without even considering how he must look to the 
other customers:  he was wearing a bib, holding a with both both hands a 
toddler cup, being spoonfed a fancy baby food.  And he obviously liked 
it.  And during the whole supper, Michael never noticed that the chair 
Maia put him in was a large wooden toddler seat, with bunnies printed on 
the sides.

As he sat there enjoying his refilled sippy cup of milk, Maia enjoyed 
her supper.  Between bites, she talked about how nice it was, with such 
good food and with Michael such good company.  But the man found himself 
fidgeting in his wooden booster seat, a growing pressure in his bladder.  

"Mikey are you ok?"  asked a concerned Maia.  "You're fidgeting a lot."

"I just have to use the bathroom."

"Do you need me to take you into the Ladies' Room and help you out of 
your diaper and help you go potty?"

"No!"  Michael looked with panic at one of the other customers going 
into the ladies' room.  As she passed their table, she looked at the man 
curiously.  "I mean, no thank you.  I can hold it."

Maia shrugged and went back to savoring her food and sipping her wine 
and telling her story.  She was so impressed with her little Mikey.  
Janie had told her he was smart and she was right.  As she spoke to him, 
Michael kept fidgeting, the pressure in his bladder becoming a problem.

"Michael Rivers, please let me take you into the ladies' room and help 
you make wee-wee in the potty."

Just as she said that, a pair of young girls were on their way into the 
ladies' room.  They looked at Michael and giggled.

"No, please no!"  The thought of being taken into the ladies' room where 
those girls were, the humiliating thought of having to be helped to make 
wee-wee - 'to use the potty,' Michael corrected himself angrily - was 
intolerable.  "I mean, no.  I can just wait."

"As you wish, Michael."  Maia said, with a longsuffering sigh.  She 
finished her tale of her friendship with his friend Janie, then she 
called the pretty Miss Joanne over and settled the bill.  The man sat in 
his booster seat, holding onto his sipper cup and concentrating on not 
wetting his diaper.

But when his date picked him up and started to carry him out of the 
diner, Michael squirmed out of her arms and onto his feet.  "I'm too 
heavy to carry like a baby," Michael explained, hoping Maia wasn't as 
disappointed as she looked.

"It's ok, Mikey," she said.  "Maia understands.  Come on; I've got a 
treat in store for you."  

The two walked along a while, Maia going slow to match her boyfriend's 
awkward pace.  He was uncomfortable with the hard, round-toed shoes, and 
after sitting for so long, his diaper and plastic panties crinkled 
noisily as they adjusted back to a walking shape.  But what made him 
more uncomfortable was that every noisy step reminded him of his need to 
use the potty.

They had gotten to the end of the block, next to a closed office 
building, waiting for the traffic light to change, when it happened.  
Michael was just thinking he had it beat, he could wait until this 
evening was over; he had just allowed himself a self-satisfied smile and 
a sigh of relief, when --

"Oh, no!"  

"What's the matter, my darling?"  Maia looked down at her boyfriend, the 
man who spent most of each day trying to be impressive.  As her 
concerned eyes met his, Michael found that the little accident he was 
having couldn't be stopped; despite his greatest effort, the trickle 
became a flood.  The man looked up at his pretty girlfriend and cried as 
he wet his diaper.

"Oh Mikey!"  Maia briefly hugged him.  "Did you make wee-wee in your 
diaper?"

"Uh huh!" Michael gasped between sobs.  Standing there on a street 
corner, wetting himself in front of everybody was more than the man 
could take.  He wept bitterly, overwhelmed by his helplessness and 
humiliation.

"Come on, sweetheart,"  Maia said, her voice a sympathetic blanket 
comforting the man.  She gently took his hand and led him back the way 
they came.  "Maia will make it all better."

Michael couldn't stop crying as his pretty date led him back to the 
diner, a long walk of shame.  They passed one of the customers they saw, 
and she gave the man a look at once understanding and sympathetic.  
Somehow the lady sympathizing with him made Michael feel a little 
better, despite the physical discomfort and squishy-crinkly sound of 
walking with a full diaper.

"Welcome back, Maia,"  The pretty diner owner said as they came back in.  
"What's wrong?"

"Hi again, Jo!"  Maia replied ruefully.  "We had a little accident - 
well, a big accident, didn't we, Mikey?"

Michael noticed that some of the other customers were looking at them.  
He forced himself to stop weeping and manfully replied, "Yes, ma'am."  
Then his overwrought emotions took over and again he was crying like a 
little boy.

"I know you don't want to hear this, Mikey," Maia said gently as she led 
him to the Ladies' Room.  "But if you had obeyed when Maia said to, you 
would have made wee-wee in the potty instead of your diaper."

They were passing the table with the two little girls Michael saw 
earlier, and when they heard Maia's say this they pointed and giggled at 
the humiliated man.  Michael just hung his head in shame and waddled 
after his girlfriend, his diaper making "squish-squish" noises with 
every step.

In the ladies' room, Maia let down the changing table and covered it 
with a long, wide sheet of thick, absorbant tissue.  Then she picked up 
her boyfriend and lay him on the changing table.  Michael was so ashamed 
of his predicament that it didn't even occur to him to protest.

"There, there,"  his pretty date said softly.  She undid the laces on 
his hard shoes.  "Maia's here, Mikey.  Maia will make Mikey all 
better."  She removed the shoes and socks.  Michael was shocked to see 
the diaper had leaked and his pants and even his socks were wet.

"Oh what wet clothes Mikey has!"  The man submitted miserably as she 
pulled off his pants and the plastic panties.  She unsnapped Michael's 
onesie, unpinned the soaked diaper and put them into a thick plastic 
bag, with the pants and socks.  Then she sealed the bag and put it into 
another bag, which she sealed also, making a doubly watertight, secure 
package.

'Oh, this is just awful!'  Michael thought miserably as lay there, 
weeping weakly.  He didn't have the strength to protest as Maia gently 
but thoroughly washed his privates, front and back, and even his legs 
and feet.  Maia sang over her man a sweet, maternal song as, just as 
gently, she rinsed and dried him from the waist down.  By the time she 
was finished, her song had worked its magic; the man had stopped sobbing 
and lay there submissively as she powered his diaper area from penis to 
bottom.

"No, pease," Michael protested weakly, as with one hand Maia lifted both 
ankles and with the other hand she slipped another diaper under his 
bottom.

"Hush little one," Maia soothed her man.  "Remember back home, how Maia 
made little Mikey like his diapers?"  She smiled sweetly as she rubbed 
Michael's penis through his diaper, gently coaxing his member to life.  
"See?  Mikey likes when Maia puts him in diapers."  She stroked him more 
quickly, more insistantly.  "Mikey likes to obey Maia, and this is how 
it feels when Mikey obeys Maia."  Michael lay gasping as Maia stroked 
him very quickly through his diaper.  "Mikey always obeys Maia and Maia 
always makes Mikey feel good."  Maia was making Michael feel so good, he 
felt as if he would burst.  And when Maia said, "Come little baby Mikey!  
Come for Maia!"  he obeyed.

His orgasm seemed to last forever, and was almost painful in it's 
intensity.  Maia gently spoke to Michael, as she squeezed and tugged on 
his member, continuing with a practiced hand to stimulate him, provoke 
him to keep coming in his diaper.  "Good boy, Mikey!" squeeze-tug "Obey 
Maia!" rub-stroke "How Maia loves Mikey!" squeeze-tug "How Mikey loves 
Maia!"

When he felt he couldn't take any more, Maia finally let Michael stop 
coming.  His pretty date cooed maternally over the man as she fastened 
his thick, fluffy diaper.  Michael didn't even protest when she slid 
another pair of plastic panties up his legs and over his diaper, then 
pulled another onesie over him.  All the while she cooed, "Mommy's good 
little baby, Maia's good little Mikey."  Then she kissed his forehead 
and picked him up off the changing table.

"Maia didn't bring another pair of britches, Mikey."  She helped him 
wrap bare legs around her waist.  "But it'll be ok, Maia will keep you 
warm."

Maia slipped her big denim purse over her shoulder and carried Michael 
out of the Ladies' Room.  With one big, soft hand, she caressed the 
man's diapered bottom, and her other arm was wrapped around his thin 
shoulders.  Maia paused at the diner entrance to say goodnight to Miss 
Joanne.

The two young girls who had pointed and giggled at Michael were waiting 
while their mother paid their bill.  The pair approached Michael shyly.

"Hello baby," the older girl said, her voice gentle.  She stroked one of 
the man's bare legs from his plastic panties to his knee.  "Good baby."  

"Come on girls, we have to go," their mother said.  She smiled at the 
sleepy Michael as his pretty date rocked him gently in her arms.  To 
Maia she said, "after that show your boy gave us earlier, it's no wonder 
he's all worn out."

"Yep," agreed Maia.  "I definitely have to take this little boy home to 
bed!"

Maia left the diner and headed home.  As she carried him, Michael 
thought about the two ladies had said.  He certainly had given everybody 
a show, and nobody had been impressed, least of all himself.  "Maia?"  

"Yes, pumkin?"

"I"m sorry I put on such a show earlier."

Maia kissed the top of the man's head as she carried him along.  "It's 
ok; Mikey's still learning to obey Maia.  But wanna hear a secret that 
will help Mikey obey Maia?"

Michael was fed up with Maia treating him - and talking down to him - 
like he was a baby.  But she was so pretty and her smile was so 
captivating.  Despite himself, Mikey found himself nodding.

Maia kissed his ear and told her secret:  "Maia fucks good little baby 
boys!"

Michael's pretty date carried him into her home.

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