Sir Dennis dress-up doll

For one day, the spast can really sweat and make a fool of himself!

At 8:00 a.m. the order came to get dressed:

E-CB, diapers, diaper pants, rain pants-1, garbage bag shirt-1, wool sweater-1, wool tights, garbage bag shirt-2, wool sweater-2, garbage bag shirt-3, nylon winter jacket, rain pants-2, garbage bag shirt-4, wool sweater vest-1, Knickerbockers, wool sweater-3, scruffy winter PVC jacket, wool sweater vest-2, double dentures, Spasten helmet, rubber boots.

That was very intense! It was really not warm outside at 9°C, but inside the heating was on and the dork was sweating after he had put on the first 11 layers of clothes. The clothes still stank terribly from the previous session…

Sir Dennis gave Spast the following instructions:

1. You’re online all day long on cam4.com
2. Whenever I or a chatter on Cam4 request it, you pull something over it and say thank you properly
3. Whenever a chatter asks you if you’re not warm, you say “No sir, thanks sir!” and pull something new over it.
4. Every 15 minutes you dance the jumping jack for 5 minutes from 10:00 a.m. to 1:00 p.m. and from 3:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m.
5. Whenever I ask for it, you turn the E-KG on full – as long as I want.
6. Whenever anyone asks, you explain what a smelly, sweaty spat you are
7. In the evening I will order you to go to bed politely. You will also equip the bed with pond liner and 4 very warm winter duvets.
8. You stay until the next morning, but at least 8 hours, in your whole stinking outfit under your blankets

After the spast had now started the PC and Cam4.Com, he was allowed to treat himself to a coffee.

At first there was little going on in the chat, individual visitors looked in briefly and immediately disappeared again, obviously disgusted.

Sir Dennis said it would be good if the dork would put on a cardigan and a PVC vest. Apparently the idiot looked too normal and boring to the chatters. And that, where the bright blue helmet with “SPAST” written in large letters on it, surely nobody noticed…

The spast felt like a pressed sausage in his intestines. 13 layers of clothes were his new record and the sweat was also record-breaking and with every movement a stinky cloud made its way through the collar directly into his nose.

It was 10:00 a.m. and the idiot stood in front of the cam and began to dance his first 5 minutes of jumping jacks. He gasped and sweat ran into his boots, from which a smacking noise came out with every step. The many garbage bags that he was allowed to carry made an unmistakable rustling noise. Together it was the soundtrack to the jumping jack dance, which he would now perform a good 20 times that day.

Completely exhausted, he dropped into the armchair after the 5 minutes. This went on until noon. Not much going on in the chat, Sir Dennis was busy and the spast was doing his jumping jacks as ordered.

At noon, a chatter called with the long-dreaded question “Say, aren’t you a bit warm?” and the second joined “Hey, aren’t you sweating, or do you want that?” and where there are two, the third is not far. However, he said. “Don’t you have more to wear? Put some more on!. In the end you won’t need a clothes closet anymore! hahaha”

Three in one fell swoop, that meant putting on three more clothes… So there were wool sweaters 4, slipovers 3 and a lined vest.

The three chatted briefly about the Spast – of course not with him. How ugly he was, how crazy and what a kinky fetish that must be and then they disappeared.

Locked in 16 layers of clothes, the idiot could hardly move. The clothes were soaked with sweat, the boots were almost full and the Spast could hardly keep up with the refilling of liquid.

Shortly before 3:00 p.m., Sir Dennis also reported, was happy about the girth of the idiot, which had grown significantly due to the additional clothes, and said, “Well, put on your thick winter rain jacket and rubber gloves, then it’s perfect!” The spast groaned briefly, but followed the instructions immediately, knowing that Sir Dennis could get very uncomfortable. “And don’t forget to dance, idiot – it’s almost 3 a.m.“, the sir laughed and then disappeared again.

The spast now jumped the jumping jack again, while he felt like he was in a ski suit in the steam sauna. He didn’t manage the 5 minutes twice, but fortunately nobody was there to notice.

It was not until 7:00 p.m. that the sir came back and asked how he was. “The spast is fine, sir! He’s soaking wet and smells horribly, sir!” the dork hastened to reply. “That’s fine, idiot” – the sir rejoiced. “At 8 o’clock sharp you go to bed, cover yourself properly and stay in there until tomorrow morning!” the sir commanded. “And I want to have all the photo and video evidence by noon tomorrow!” the sir added.

“Yes sir! Thank you sir!” the dork hastened to say.

At 8:00 p.m. he was lying in his bed, covered up. During the day he thought it couldn’t get any worse, but now under 4 winter blankets, the night became hell. He hardly slept but drank a lot, which unfortunately meant that the diapers, which were already threatening to overflow with sweat and piss during the day, now gave up the ghost. The urine slowly poured into the clothes, but they weren’t able to absorb any more liquid. It’s a good thing that the sheets and the first layer of duvets were made of pond foil, so the spast lay in a stinking lake of sweat and urine until morning.

The videos of the session in a movie

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