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Foreword Fair warning to all, this story is mainly what could be classified as "one handed typing". The overall quality of the writing is weaker than my bladder control, the plot has more leaks than a package of depends, and the pace is comparable to trying to change your diaper in a truck stop restroom before the next person can come in and hear you. With that being said, I still hope that you enjoy it, if you do, let me know and there may be more to come. Chapter 1 “Dude, there’s no way you can pull it off”. “She will totally see you coming from across the courtyard and be gone before you get within 50 feet of her”. “You guys don’t believe I can do it? Let’s up the ante then, 50 bucks says I can grab a full handful of Stacy’s gorgeous ass before she has time to even react”. “Hey man, its your money, if you wanna give it away for free, then be my guest”. With his chest puffed up and full of bravado, Mike Stapleton stood up from under the tree where he had been lounging with his college buddies Chris and Dave and began to make his way across the courtyard. Stunts like this had been a staple of the pranks he and his buddies had taken turns pulling on the college girls for years, but today would be epic as he had intentions to get a handful of one of the finest asses on campus and net a combined hundred bucks from his buddies while he was at it. With practiced stealth, he smoothly strode his way eve closer and closer to his intended victim for the day. Had he not been so focused on his mission, he might perhaps have turned and seen the horrified looks on his friends faces as he closed the final gap between himself and his prey. As it were though, he was hyper-focused and oblivious to the world around him. As he reached out and made the grab, three things happened in near simultaneous succession. First, Stacy Middleton let out a horrific screech as his meaty paw clamped onto her bosom, secondly, his world was spun around by a searing pain in his right ear, and thirdly the preceding events were interrupted by the booming voice of the school’s dean – Mr. Anderson. “Mr Stapleton, it has taken me a long time, but at long last I have caught you red handed in the middle of your antics, and there is no denying that you are guilty or what you have done. Your actions today constitute sexual assault, and should Miss Middleton desire, she will be free to file charges with the local police. You can expect that the school will fully support her claims with witness statements and camera footage. In the meantime however, I will be convening an emergency meeting of the school disciplinary council to discuss how we intend to handle you outside of any legal charges. I will expect you to report to the administrative building at 4pm sharp to appear before the council”. With that, the dean strode off, leaving Mike to hang his head in shame and walk away, wondering what would come next for him. “Dude, you really fucked that one up”! “How didn’t you see him coming? You still owe us each 50 bucks by the way”. Dejected, Mike stormed off to his dorm to commiserate while he waited for the minutes to his council meeting to tick by. Chapter 2 As 4 o’clock drew nearer and nearer, Mike Stapleton made his way across the college campus towards the administrative building with extreme trepidation. Upon entering the building he had no trouble finding his way to the right room as there were several large posters with the words “Stapleton Disciplinary Hearing” and large directional arrows emblazoned upon them. As he approached the room, he was flanked by two rather large members of the school security team who jostled him to the front of the room and gruffly instructed him to sit as they practically shoved him into the chair. Within a few short minutes, Dean Anderson and two of his senior faculty members entered the room and took their seats at a table across from Mike. Dean Anderson was quick to address the room “Mr. Stapleton, to be clear, this session is being recorded on audio and video for official records. I would also like to make it very clear that our session here today is not a trial, you will not be pleading your case to us. We are here to review the circumstances of your behaviour today as well as other reported circumstances from your tenure at this school and to issue a non-negotiable and binding ruling. You may of course choose to walk away right now and your time at this school be be done, you will forfeit all of your tuition for the full duration of your program, which still has another 5 years left. If you choose to stay for the hearing, you will again be afforded the opportunity to walk away upon hearing our decision. To summarize, the only way that you will remain a member in any sort of standing at this institution will be if you agree to the councils terms, should we even decide to allow you to continue your education. You will be expected to sign a legally binding contract acknowledging your acceptance of this council’s decision should you choose to remain with our institution. Please let us know immediately if you agree with these terms or if you wish to leave now”. Mike paused a minute, giving serious consideration to walking out the door, but he knew there was no way he could give up on the coming 5 years of tuition. “I, I, I will stay for the hearing”. With that, the three council members quickly got the hearing started. First came a review of video footage from the afternoon along with a first hand recounting of the events by Dean Anderson. Next they proceeded to review a long list of minor events from the previous 3 years of Mike’s tenure at the school, some just minor tomfoolery, others more sexual or vulgar in nature, all of which had been reported by other students or faculty, but none which in and of itself had either enough proof or bearing to have merited its own form of discipline. When listed off all together, along with the incidents of the day however, they accumulated into a long pattern of behaviour which clearly indicated a general lack of respect for the opposite sex. “Well Mr. Stapleton this is quite the pattern of behaviour that you have exhibited in your time here, it will certainly give my colleagues and I a lot to discuss over the next 15 minutes. Please stay in your seat while leave the room to discuss among ourselves”. The 3 council members had barely closed the anteroom door before the conversation began. “He should be gone from the school immediately, he is a menace to the female students”! “Yes, he is a menace, but look at his grades, he could be one of our most academically successful students if we could just reign in his behaviour”. “How did we not catch this pattern of behaviour before this? It has been going on for years”! “If we even consider keeping him, the punishment needs to be severe, to set an example so that no other students will consider such behaviour ever again”. “I don’t think that he is the type to be browbeaten, no amount of discipline will tame him. He will take it as a challenge and use it as an opportunity to lash out”. “Colleagues, colleagues, I think we are looking at this the wrong way. Maybe we don’t need to punish the behaviour so much as we need to remove the driver for it, to change the way he is wired. We have used similar tactics in the past with some success, I believe a fresh attempt with this young man might be a great success”. “Dean Anderson, surely you aren’t referring to.....” “But, we ended that program so long ago...” “Yes my friends, I am proposing that we resurrect the behaviour recession program.” “Do we even still have the necessary equipment?” “We most definitely do, I took it upon myself to ensure the processing area and all that goes with it were hidden into the operating budget 5 years ago when the program was closed down. Fortunately that last petulant brat and his meddling parents are gone from this school now along with most of the administration who agreed with their demands to shut it down. And of course this time we actually have far more credible reason for its use as opposed to the last time where it was used merely as a form of revenge.” “So it is decided then, we shall revive the program with our new candidate?” The question was met by vigorous nodding of all three heads in the room as they rose to head back into the hearing room. Chapter 3 As Mike remained seated in his chair, fidgeting anxiously, ever aware of the looming presence of the school security team members, he was suddenly startled as the door to the anteroom practically flew open, followed in quick succession by the three council members. Barely missing a beat as he sat down, Dean Anderson immediately began to speak. “Mike Stapleton, it is the finding of this council that your repeated and escalating string of unacceptable behaviours is in need of immediate correction. As such you are ordered into this school’s behavioural therapy program for a period of no less than one month at which time you will be reassessed by both the faculty members running the program and this council. Do you accept our findings?” Behavioural therapy? Mike had to do his best to stifle a laugh, he knew that he could fake his way through whatever head shrinking crap they were going to throw his way, pretend to play along just enough to fool them and then be on his way. With barely a blink of an eye he responded “Yes sir, thank you for this opportunity to correct my ways. I promise that I will come out of this a better person.” “So be it then, it is ordered that your treatment begin immediately. Security team, please escort this despicable young man to the processing facility.” Before Mike could even process the implications of the Dean’s words, he found himself swept to his feet by two pairs of burly arms and practically dragged out the doors. A few steps later, he found himself shoved roughly backwards into another chair, while both guards set to quickly fastening several sets of restraints that seemed to be built in. Fearing repercussions, Mike chose not to speak as a waist belt was tightened, followed by straps at his wrists and ankles. The final blow came as a large leather strap came into his field of vision seconds before it was pulled across his forehead, yanking his head roughly back against the headrest of the chair. With nary a word from either guard, Mike found himself being propelled forward, realizing now this this was some sort of transport device perhaps better suited for a mental institution rather than a post secondary school. He was whisked down corridors that he never new existed, most appearing very blank and utilitarian, before ultimately arriving at n elevator. After a brief wait, the doors opened and he was taken inside where surprisingly there were no control buttons. Instead, the doors shut rapidly and he felt the elevator descending far further than what he would have though possible or necessary for a school facility. When the door opened, he was faced with a bare concrete corridor lined only with industrial looking lights, the type one might expect to see in an industrial facility with thick glass domes and heavy metal cages protecting said glass. Once again his journey began immediately and silently, several minutes passed with various side corridors going by before they finally made a turn and went on briefly before encountering yet another set of elevator doors. Again there were no buttons to be found inside the elevator, but this time the ride went up, seemingly for as long as they had previously gone down. As the door opened, Mike was somewhat pleased to see a very warm and welcoming environment much like what a doctor’s office, or in this case he supposed the school’s medical facility might look like. After a quick trip down a hallway, one of the guards paused to insert a key in a door, followed by swiping a card on the access pad beside the door. A loud clunking sound was heard as the door mechanism released itself and Mike was pushed into what essentially resembled an exam room. Mike was somewhat confused, as he would have expected to be taken to something more like a mental health practitioner’s office with couches and musty books, but surmised that maybe there was a medical exam associated with the program. The guards made swift work of releasing the restraints on the chair before literally lifting Mike off of his feet and plunking him onto his back on the exam table. While one guard held his shoulders down, the other wasted little time in pulling a strap taught across his midsection, this was followed by first one wrist and then the other being encased in a rather soft feeling cuff before being pinned down to the table with the metallic clicking sound of some sort of lock. This procedure was quickly repeated on his ankles, leaving unable to lift anything from his belly button down from the table. “As they turned to leave, one of the guards took a moment to look back and issue words of warning. “I would not suggest trying to move from that table or even sit up if I were you, the processing team will be in shortly to get you ready for treatment. With that, Mike was left alone in the room with nothing to do but stare at the ceiling and await the next portion of his fate. Minutes seemed to turn into hours, although with no reference it may have only been a mere fifteen or so when finally the sound of a door opening interrupted the silence, albeit this time coming from the other side of the room. The first thing to enter Mike’s field of vision was a stainless steel rolling cart which seemed to be full of various medical supplies, although it was hard to really determine the contents with a simple side glance. The next thing, rather person however, was the person pushing the cart, none other than Stacey Middleton herself. “Hello Mike, my name is Stacey, i am a nursing student here at the school, working extra curricular hours in the clinic to earn extra credits. I will be helping Nurse Jones process you for admission into your treatment program.” Chapter 4 As she finished speaking another woman, presumably Nurse Jones entered the room and proceeded to get several items ready off to the side. Handing what appeared to be a large pair of scissors to Stacey she began to speak. “Alright Stacey, we can begin to finish securing the patient, but first we need to remove his shirt. Given his history I feel it is prudent to keep the existing restraints in place, so I will need you to cut it off while I help make sure that he doesn’t resist.” Without missing a beat, Stacey used the shears, first running up the centre of the shirt and then up from either sleeve, before yanking it out from under Mike with a swift and rather violent tug. “Excellent work, now if you could please grab the upper portion of the Segufix restraint kit, I would like to ensure we are prepared for our absolute safety before beginning the procedure. Mike could do nothing but lay there, realizing that what little resistance he would have been able to put up was absolutely futile at this point. It did not take long before he heard more clicking near his head and two large straps were brought over his shoulders in a crisscross pattern before being somehow affixed to the strap at his midsection, accompanied by more clicks. He then felt new cuff type restraints being wrapped around his biceps, once again rendering him even more immobile. “Alright, now we can get ready to process the lower half, you can pull his pants and briefs down to his ankles and we can further secure him before proceeding. Stacey wasted no time in loosening his belt before pulling his pants and underwear down in one swift yank, leaving him extremely exposed. Mike had had enough and decided it was time to express himself. “What the fuck are you doing? This was supposed to be...” In one swift motion, Nurse Jones’ hand extended out, hitting Mike in the bicep with a sharp prick that resulted in what could perhaps be described as an electric shock, but rather than a buzzing feeling, it was one sharp pain causing the majority of muscles in his body to immediately contract. As quickly as the searing agony came, it was gone again, leaving Mike panting on the table. “I will warn you once and once only, you will not speak unless directly requested to do so, you are a willing participant of this program and will abide by all treatment. If you persist, we have ways that will take your words from you, am I clear?” Still dazed by the pain, Mike could only nod. In short order he found that new restraints were placed on his thighs as well as midway up his shins. The ankle restraints were then removed, albeit only long enough for his pants and undergarments to be fully removed before being reattached. This being completed, Nurse Jones began to speak again. “I am going to explain a bit of the program to you, not necessarily for your benefit, but more so that you have an understanding of what is happening in the hopes that it will help you choose to modify your behavior. This program uses many methods to help restrict or eliminate many of the psychological and physiological urges and feelings that have been deemed to be the root of your issues.” She then held up a shiny metal cage like object, which Mike could not quite process as to what it was. “One of those ways is to restrict the physical response common in many young males when they encounter the presence of the opposite sex. We have found chastity to be extremely effective at limiting many of the effects on the body.” Mike suddenly realized that she was holding a metal cock cage, one which was clearly intended for him. Still, fearing another debilitating shock, all he could do was try and remain motionless. Somehow at nearly the same moment, both Mike and Nurse Jones also noticed the fact that Mike had experienced a physiological response, likely due to being naked in front of two good looking women. “Oh dear, this simply wont do, Stacey, can you be a dear and grab the “antidote” from the cart please? With that Nurse Jones proceeded to dona pair of gloves and grab Mike by his balls, which only seemed to further heighten his state of excitement. Mike was floating on cloud nine, seeming to have interpreted her actions as an intent to jerk him off, failing to notice the item being handed between the student and nurse. This came to a sudden end as he was hit by a searing pain immediately below his sack, although it seemed as though it was rapidly subsiding leaving him feeling nearly numb. “Stacey, please grab the containment protocol, I don’t expect this will take long” “What the fuck did you do to me?” “I warned you about speaking, we will deal with that shortly!” What followed next was Stacey reaching into the supply cart and coming up with a folded white object in her hands. She slowly began unfolding it, accompanied by plastic rustling noises. I t was only as Mike felt a prod in his left ass cheek causing him to instinctually lift his buttocks from the table as Stacey simultaneously started to lay the unfolded object beneath him that Mike was able to put things together in his head. “Why the fuck are you trying to put me in a diaper? I’m not a fucking baby!” Nurse Jones quickly interjected “You may not be, but after that high does muscle relaxant that we just injected you with, you are bound to find that your bladder control will resemble that of one for the near future. Typically we would recommend wearing a pull up to young men who have entered our protocol since they can have issues with dripping after using the toilet while wearing a chastity device, but in rare cases such as yours where we are forced to tame the dragon as it were, I am afraid that proper diapers are the only choice”. Seemingly as if on cue, a stream of urine started to flow from the end of Mike’s now rapidly shrinking penis. “Quick, Stacey, code yellow!” This prompted the young woman to pull the front of the diaper over the erupting stream, preventing it from making a mess everywhere. “unfortunately for you, you will find that you have no choice but to wear a diaper for at least the next several days, studies on this drug have shown latent effect ranging from 3 days to 1 week in most cases”. “Stacey, why don’t you hold that diaper there for just another minute just in case our little spritzer here isn’t finished. I need to go into thee other room, it seems I have drastically overestimated the size of cage we are going to need. I will also prepare something to help with his vulgar little mouth”. Chapter 5 As soon as the nurse left the room, Mike took it upon himself to let loose on Stacey “You stupid bitch! How can you let this happen to me? All I did was grab your ass and now I’ve been stabbed in the nuts, I’m pissing myself like an infant and will need to wear diapers for days and that cow nurse is going to put a fucking cock cage on me!” Stacey, seemingly un-phased, had removed her hand from the front of the diaper, although still leaving it draped over the front of Mike’s crotch and was busying herself with item on the cart out of Mike’s field of vision. Mike was helpless in his restraints as she turned around holding a rather intimidating looking syringe in her hands. “You just don’t know when to shut up, do you? I think maybe some time in a diaper is just what a big baby like you deserves. How about another shot of the drug to make sure you stay in them a little bit longer and maybe feel just a bit more humble? This dose is only a little bit larger than what you got before, I imagine it should extend you time in pampers to double, maybe triple at most.” With that, Stacey proceeded to jab Mike once again, although the previous numbing effects of the drug prevented him from feeling the searing pain. What did seem obvious to Mike however was that the duration of this jab was far longer. Just as quickly as she had jabbed him, she had moved the evidence off to the side. Just then, Nurse Jones re-entered the room with several objects in her hands. Setting some of them down, she proceeded towards Mikes head, quickly shoving a large bulbous object into his mouth while pulling the attached straps behind his head and attaching them. Mike found his mouth nearly full with the rubber like bulb of the gag, allowing almost no room to move his tongue. This was quickly accompanied by an almost sour like taste that seemed to emanate from every single space on the surface of the bulb. Mike soon found himself drooling, his mouth quickly filling and drool starting to drip from the corners uncontrollably. “There, now we shouldn’t have to listen to any more vulgarity from this piece of filth. He will likely have some trouble speaking for at least a few hours after I choose to remove his pacifier gag, assuming that I choose not to refill the dispenser, and will most definitely have a bit of a lisp for at least a day as the effects of the coating wear off. Now I think we should proceed to our original task of making sure his physical urges are severely restricted.” With that, she proceeded to grab the items she had previously set down and bring them over to the table. After donning a new pair of gloved, she proceeded to grab a tube of lubricant and started to apply it. “Now Stacey, you will notice that I have selected a base ring for this device which is perhaps a size smaller than normally recommended, but in the case, Mike here already seems pretty small and the worst outcome of the ring being too tight might mean that he is a little less virile in the future, which is not a bad thing if you ask me. You will also notice, that when I release this catch here, there is an additional means of securement which will activate to both help the device stay on and to discourage any attempts to remove it.” As she spoke she held the device out in front of Mike and Stacy to demonstrate as she pushed the release, allowing 4 small spikes to spring out from the inner circumference of the ring. “You will note that the only way to retract them is with this micro chip encoded key. Now, given the relaxant drugs and combined with this lubricant, I suspect that we shall have no issues getting it over and around his genitalia.” With that, both women became involved in slipping the ring over Mike’s limp member and balls, taking time to practically pop each nut through the ring, followed by triggering the spikes, which Mike could only assume would hurt significantly later, and then pinching and yanking his limp member through the little remaining space. With that, Stacey reached over to grab the cage, turning back towards the nurse with a look of uncertainty in her eyes. “Yes, I know what you are thinking, there is no way a cage that small will fit him, after all, practically flat, but you will find that when they are this limp, it is quite easy to turn an outtie into an innie with almost no effort.” With that, she demonstrated, grabbing the end of Mike’s penis in one hand and shoving it backwards with the other to the point that it practically disappeared between his balls. Wasting no time she took the cage portion and quickly shoved it over what was left exposed of Mike’s penis before motioning for Stacey to insert the locking mechanism. Restrained as he was, all Mike could do was tilt his head downward, now barely able to even see the crown of the cage protruding past his balls. “Now I think we will finish preparing the patient before we secure his diaper for the holding period.” Nurse Jones turned to retrieve an item from the cabinet behind her, but froze midway before picking up the vial of the numbing medication from the tray beside her. “Stacey! What happened to the remainder of this medication? We only administered a 1mL dose and this was brand new, there should be 4mL left in here!” “The patient was being quite uncouth and using many choice words towards me while you were gone, I figured since he wanted to continue on with juvenile behaviour that another week or so as a diaper dependent little brat would serve him well.” “Young lady, do you realize what you have done? This medication has an exponential effect with increased dose. While a 0.5mL dose might work for a few hours, the 1mL dose we already gave has days of expected effectiveness. With what little is left in here, it appears that you administered at least another 3mL, the highest dose I have ever read about was 1.5mL and that was administered in 3 separate shots over 2 days. It was reported that the patient demonstrated full daytime urinary incontinence for nearly 2 weeks while still needing daytime protection for occasional accidents for nearly a month. It took over 2 months for the frequency of nocturnal enuresis to drop below once per week. The effects of the dose you gave this young man are simply unknown, it could be months or even a year before he regains any form of bladder control.” “I, I, I didn’t know. I thought it would just give him an extra week or two in his pampers. I thought it would help to bring him down an extra notch or two.” “Well you thought wrong! administering a medication without understanding its effects is almost as juvenile of a behaviour as this young man has recently demonstrated. Rest assured that your actions will be fully reported to the Dean for punitive review.” With that she turned to resume her original task, grabbing a package of wipes, a container of Sudocreme and a large bottle of talcum powder from the cabinet behind her. “Now this diaper doesn’t appear to be that well used, it should suffice for the mandatory hold period, a quick wipe and a dose of rash cream and baby powder should be sufficient” With that, the nurse and student proceeded to wipe the small amount of residual urine from Mike’s skin, before a liberal coating of diaper rash cream was applied to what remained exposed of his genitalia and buttocks, swiftly followed by a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder. Mike was powerless as the slightly damp diaper was then pulled up over his crotch, before the 4 tapes were applied, one agonizing ripping sound at a time, leaving him fully ensconced in his new padded prison. “Now we are required to monitor the patient for a minimum of 2 hours to ensure there are no adverse effects from the treatment, we should also take the opportunity to document his urine output. Stacey, can you please use this marker to delineate the extent to which this diaper has been used already? A mark at either end where the wetness indicator has changed colour will suffice.” With that taken care of, both women left the romm, dimming the lights leaving Mike helplessly strapped to the table, trapped physically and mentally with his own thoughts. Unfortunately for Mike, there were very limited thoughts at the forefront of his mind. The first was that he was almost certain that he could feel his crotch growing warmer, although given the numbness he could not be 100 percent accurate in that judgment. The second, and far more troubling thought was that he could definitely feel his guts rumbling in an unnerving fashion, most definitely an after effect of the previous evenings copious beer consumption combined with a breakfast of room temperature pizza and a lunch of a greasy cafeteria burger. He had no idea how long he would be able to hold out for, but in the moment, 2 hours seemed like an extremely unreachable goalpost.

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 1 The first feeling you experienced as you gained consciousness was the throbbing pain deep in your asshole. You jolted upright, or at least as far as you could before the restraints snapped taut and you struggled feebly, briefly, until you collapsed exhausted back against the mattress. You try and scream for help, but the only sound escaping is a muffled mumble and drool. You try and use your tongue to push the object out of your mouth, but it doesn’t move. It is then that you recognize there is some sort of gag strapped around your head. You swirl your tongue around the invader further and… IT’S A COCK! There’s A COCK GAG IN YOUR MOUTH! “Why am I so tired and weak?” you think to yourself. You try and take stock of what is going on, but your vision never seems to adjust to the darkness of the room. You move your head from side to side as much as you can against the restraints to try and gain any information about where you are or what is going on and that is when you feel the slight pressure of some sort of device… some sort of googles over your eyes. You stop… you relax completely… slow deep breaths… You need to assess. Try and figure out what happened and what is going on. “What do I know so far?” You try and think back to your earliest memory before you woke up like this. Thinking back, you became groggy, and your head began to hurt. It felt like someone had used an eggbeater on your brain. You slowly tried to raise your right arm. In less than an inch your arm was halted by some sort of restraint both at your wrist and your upper arm. You could at least feel some sort of fabric shirt covering your chest, so you were not naked to your knowledge. You tried to straighten out your hand to feel around you, but you couldn’t. It was like your hand was completely enclosed in something forcing your hand into a fist. You evaluated your left arm, and it was the same situation. “What is going on?” You started feeling panic creep into your mind. Tamping it down you slowly continued testing… you wiggled your toes. Your feet were definitely encased in something just like your hands. You tried to raise your right leg. Just like your arms… some sort of restraints existed around your ankles and thighs and the same situation existed with your left leg. You tried lifting your hips and closing your thighs. Some sort of band secured your waist to the mattress or surface you were lying on… but there was a new sensation… (aside from the pain in your asshole and you weren’t ready to dwell on that thought yet) There was a thickness… Like your groin was wrapped in something… and it felt slightly damp… too much for sweat… your aching head finally clicked… “I’m wearing a fucking diaper” your brain screamed as you simultaneously screamed into the gag in your mouth. You quickly put an end to that as your brain erupted in a cascade of throbs that mimicked the power of a jackhammer. Before you could question anything further, an explosion of light went off before your eyes adding another pin in the metaphorical voodoo doll that is your brain. Whatever the device is covering your eyes, it has the ability to project things before your eyes, like some sort of VR headset. From out of nowhere a voice breaks the silence and at the same time the words spoken appear before your eyes. “Good morning, Baby”

Mommy led Baby on her leash to the bedroom, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. She restrained Baby to the bed and finally yanked the clothespins off her nipples. Baby yelped. “Do you need to be gagged again?” Baby shook her head vigorously. “I think you do.” Mommy went to the bathroom and retrieved the panties Baby had soiled earlier that night. Baby stared wide eyed at the crunchy, pee soaked panties. “I’ll be good Mommy I promise! You don’t need to do that!” “Oh now I definitely do. I told you, babies who can’t make it to the potty are not allowed to talk.” Baby clenched her mouth shut, but Mommy pinched her nose until she was so starved for air that she had to open her mouth. Mommy balled up the panties and shoved them in, duct taping Baby’s mouth so she couldn’t spit them out. The mix of salty, bitter urine and sour pussy juices was an overpowering taste in her mouth. “Now we can get started. You are not under any circumstances allowed to cum. Remember, I can always tell, and there will be severe consequences.” It was true, Mommy was so in sync with Baby that she had learned exactly how Baby’s legs and stomach quivered as she came. There was nothing cuter than watching her baby struggle and squirm, trying desperately to avoid that tell-tale shaking. Mommy got out the wand and plugged it in. She put her hand on Baby’s diaper and gave it a good squish. “You’ve been using your diaper I see. That’ll make this so much harder for you.” She chuckled. She turned on the wand and held it to the diaper. Baby moaned under her gag. Mommy pressed the vibrator harder. She couldn’t help but wriggle her hips and pull uselessly on the tight restraints. Mommy hit her in the crotch. “Stop moving slut.” Baby tensed every muscle. She wanted to cum so bad but she knew Mommy would punish her and delay her change. She may even extend the whole punishment. For all Baby knew, Mommy would make her stay in diapers for the whole month, with no hope of cumming anytime soon. “Mmmmmmmnggggg” Another smack to the crotch. Baby winced in pain. Her clit couldn’t help but grow harder from the welcome attention. She held her breath, trying hard not to make any noise or move. The vibrator relentlessly pushed against her sopping wet diapers, which were starting to get quite heavy and uncomfortable. She debated whether to give in and accept whatever punishment was in store for her just for a moment of release. All of a sudden, she couldn’t take it anymore. An orgasm erupted from her trembling body. Her legs betrayed her and shook in the way they always did. As soon as the legs began to shake, Mommy noticed and turned off the vibrator. The long awaited for orgasm was ruined right as it started. Baby strained against her restraints, pleading with her body to finish what was started. Mommy shook her head. “You have no self control slut. Bad girls who cum without permission don’t get to finish. I guess I need to punish you more than I thought.”

Introduction: Chris is a mature and responsible 22 year old university student, recently thrown out by his parents for being gay and looking for somewhere to live and for some people to support him. He responds to an Ad from Frank and Brenda, who are looking for an adult son. Their treatment of him is loving and caring, but the rules and regime are a real challenge for Chris. Throughout Chris has various opportunities to leave, he always chooses to stay. This is my take on a theme I know has been done before, I’ve written over 40 chapters documenting Chris’s experiences with Frank and Brenda Morden, from the warm and loving to the outright humiliating and sometimes what seem like cruel and brutal. If people like where it’s going I’ll serialise and post them as things get gradually deeper and deeper. Contains nappies / diapers (obviously), wee and poo, physical restraint, BDSM, as well as love warmth and affection. I hope you enjoy! Chapter 1 - Responding to the Ad It was 1pm on a beautiful English summer’s day as Chris walked up to the front door of number 40, the large house at the end of the lane. His heart was pounding in his chest. Chris is 22, 5’ 8”, slim build and with beautiful thick blond hair that he wears about 2 inches long. He’s a shy guy and had a rough time. He’s recently come out to his parents and it’s not gone well. They’ve cut off his money for uni and told him to make his own way. He’s hoping that Frank and Brenda who he is about to meet can help him. Chris is here because he’s responding to an Ad he saw online. “Mutually beneficial relationship wanted. Brenda and Frank are looking for a male, between 20 and 25, to be their adoptive son for 2 - 5 years, in return for lodging, food and any educational bills paid to help their adoptive son grow into a fine young man”. It seems like a good deal. As the door opened a man and a woman in their mid 50’s stood there with warm smiles. Both were quite tall and heavily built. The man, who must be Frank was at least 6’ 2” and looked as strong as an ox. ‘Hello my love’, said the woman. ‘I’m Brenda and this is Frank. You must be Chris, would you like to come in?’ They walked into a large hall, and then into a beautiful sitting room. It’s ever so hot said Brenda, would you like a drink? ‘Frank and I are having tea, for you I’ve got Apple or Orange Squash. What would you like?’ Chris quite fancied tea, but he said ‘oh err Orange please’. Chris sat down and Brenda came in with two teas and a sippy cup containing squash. Chris looked at it oddly and took it politely. They all introduced one another and exchanged pleasantries. Then Frank slapped his leg authoritatively and said ‘right, let’s get down to it…’ ‘Brenda and I have never been able to have kids of our own, so we adopt young men and bring them up instead. Over the last 10 years we’ve had 3 sons all live here as if they were ours. We’ll pay for everything you need, a room in our lovely house, food, activities and for you to finish your education, all you have to do is be our son.’ ‘That sounds great’ said Chris, 'I can do that'. ‘There are terms though Chris' said Frank' to make sure we all get out of this what we want. We’ve never had kids, so we like to live some aspects of that with our sons. As this will cost us a lot of money, you’d need to sign a contract with us for 2 years, with the option of extending to 5. If you broke the contract you’d have to pay us back all the money we’ve given you, plus £120 a night board and lodging. Additionally for the heartbreak it would cause us, £1000 compensation. I’m being up front and completely open about it, that’s the deal.’ Chris thought about that, and to be honest, it all sounded pretty reasonable, except that £1000 compensation. That’s weird. ‘Okaaaay’ said Chris a little unsure at this point. ‘We don’t ask much of our sons’ said Frank, ‘But there are a few simple, non negotiable house rules for those in our care. 1. We’re the parents, you’re the son, you do as you’re asked to. Ok, thought Chris, it’s their house, fair enough. 2. Bedtime is at 7:30pm, get up is at 7:30am. You can have a light on until 9pm, then it’s lights out. What??? 12 hours a day in bed, that’s a bit crazy. It’s to give Brenda and I some me time, said Frank. 3. You’ll wear protection at all times inside and outside the house, no exceptions.’ ‘Sorry’ said Chris, ‘what do you mean with that last one, what is protection?’ He was imagining having to wear like a hard hat and high vis or something. ‘It’s to stop accidents love’ smiled Brenda. ‘Sorry if I’m being a bit dumb’ said Chris uneasily ‘What type of accidents?’ Frank waved his hand to his crotch area and said ‘You know, accidents, accidents in your pants’. Chris looked at them confused. ‘I don’t have accidents in my pants’ he said slowly. Frank was very clear. ‘Well they’re the main terms, accept them or we’ll bid you a good afternoon and safe trip back’. ‘What is the protection?’ asked Chris gently. ‘It’s a pad, it goes around your waist, you won’t know it’s there after a day or two’ said Frank. ‘Oh don’t beat around the bush’ said Brenda. ‘It’s a nappy my love’. Chapter 2 - Walk away? After the list of 3 requirements Chris was ready to leave. Brenda could sense it too. ‘Would you like a tour love, it might convince you, we have so much to offer. We’re really not asking for much, it’s just something we like, it keeps us all close, like a family’. Being ever polite Chris agreed. They went through into the kitchen, which was enormous with a large island in the middle. Though Chris couldn’t help but notice all the cupboards had locks on. Weird. The tour continued through their expansive and beautiful home, until Brenda opened the door to a small room on the upper floor and said, ‘This is the changing room’. The corner of the room was stacked with large packs of what must be adult disposable nappies. There was a large changing table in the middle and a hoist hanging from the ceiling. Next to the changing table was a book shelf full of nappies all neatly stacked and organised. Chris didn’t know what to think, he felt like laughing to be honest. ‘It’s a beautiful way to care for someone’ said Brenda, in a gentle and loving tone. Next they opened the door to a large bedroom. ‘This would be yours’ said Brenda. Chris looked into what was the most amazing room. It was painted mid blue, with Lego and toys all around the outside. There was a large treasure chest in the middle against the wall filled with toys and games. Over by the door was an iMac, iPad and iPhone new and in the box on a desk. In the middle of the room a comfy looking single bed, with a Cars duvet on. It was a cross between a rich child and rich teens room. Chris loved it, he’d seen rooms like this in movies, but he’d never had one himself. ‘Come down and sit in the garden for a bit’ said Brenda. ‘Have a think about it, no pressure. We’ll leave you alone for a bit’. Chris paced up and down the garden. He’d travelled a long way for this. If he left, he had nothing, no where to go, little money and some hardship ahead on his own. If he stayed, he would live in this amazing house, in that incredible room, with these two nice people promising to pay. But, and it was a big BUT, the nappy thing was weird. Did they really mean it? Was it really that big of a deal for all this? He thought about the nappy thing some more, in fact it was the only real potential deal breaker. Just because I wear it, doesn’t mean I have to use it does it? I know they’ve got the changing table and all that, but after a few weeks of realising I’ve never had an accident and obviously don’t need it they’re gonna bore of it. And, if they want me to wear it for their pleasure or something sometimes, so they can get their kicks, why not. It’s harmless, it’s free. Chapter 3 - The Contract Chris came in from the garden to Brenda and Frank looking at him hopefully and expectantly. ‘Well?’ said Brenda. ‘Do we have enough to offer you?’ ‘Yes’ said Chris ‘I’m not sure about the nappy thing, but otherwise yes’. ‘You’ll get over that in no time, said Frank. It means a lot to us and it’s a very minor thing for you’. Frank placed an official looking sheet of paper in front of Chris: This contact is between the “parents” and “son” named below. For a period of 2 years starting from the date signed by all parties. The parents shall provide board, lodging, food, educational fees, transportation and all other expenses required by the son during his stay. The son shall: 1. Do as instructed by the parents at all times and is subject to punishments if not. 2. Be in bed between the hours of 7:30pm and 7:30am unless deviated from by the parents. Having a light on is permitted between 7:30pm and 9:00pm for reading or using electronic devices, subject to safety equipment being set by the parents to make that physically possible. 3. Wear and use protection at all times for toileting needs. When at home and in the presence of the parents, they will change it. If our alone the son may change it himself, but must bring home all used ones for inspection. 4. Wear a GPS enabled device. There was then a whole section detailing the financial implications Frank went over before. This contract shall be deemed broken if the son, engages in behaviours such as, but not limited to: 1. Refusing to wear any safety equipment applied to him by the parents. 2. Refusing to wear or removing his nappy without the knowledge of his parents. 3. Removing his GPS device. 4. Abandonment, ie running away and leaving. Chris didn’t really understand it all. Especially the bits around safety equipment. What did that mean? The gps thing was also new, but didn’t sound like a big deal. The rest of it though looked as expected, so he went ahead and signed it and passed it back to Frank. Frank and Brenda signed it too and then Brenda gave Chris a huge smile and said. You can call us mum and dad now. Let’s get you changed. Chapter 4 - Nappy No.1 Brenda grabbed Chris’s hand and walked him upstairs to the changing room with Frank closely behind. ‘Ok strip to your pants’ said Brenda ‘And jump up on the table’. For Chris it felt a bit like being at the doctors. It was also very embarrassing, he had not expected to get naked in front of these people. He stood there just wearing his blue Calvin Kline jockey underpants, slightly shaking. ‘Come on’ said Frank ‘Jump up’. He lay looking at the ceiling, when Frank gabbed his legs and threw them in the air. Attaching them to a hoist in the ceiling. He then pulled a cord and his legs were pulled up into the air lifting his bum off the table. Brenda then grabbed a large pair of scissors and cut straight through the side of Chris’ best underpants. ‘Hey!’ said Chris. ‘Shhh’ said Brenda gently. ‘You’re not going to need them. When you’re back in pants we’ll buy you new ones’. With that she gently removed the cut pants and started to apply cream to Chris’ bottom and around his groin. It felt so weird to Chris to have someone touch him like that. He’d had a brief fling with a girl a year ago, but nothing very intimate. Brenda went over to the shelf and pulled out a nappy. ‘You’ll wear something a bit more special sometimes’ she said. ‘But day to day you’ll most likely be in these. It’s a Euro Tena Slip Ultima Active fit. They’re plastic backed so nice and secure. Your daily driver as Frank and I say, they then both looked at each other and chuckled’. Brenda opened it out then slid it under Chris’s bum. Frank then lowered the hoist such that Chris’s bum rested into the nappy and his knees were bent. Brenda then opened his legs a surprisingly long way and pulled it up tight, and pushed his penis firmly down into it, before securing it with four tapes, one at a time. She then ran her hand around Chris’ bum making sure his leg guards were raised. Which tickled all the way around making Chris giggle. Frank unhooked Chris’ legs and rolled him on his side, before giving him a kind pat on the bum. ‘There you go son, that’s it, all done. Up you get’. Chris sat up. As he did the nappy crinkled and popped. He dropped his legs to the floor and stood up. The bulk of this thing between his skinny legs felt enormous. How on earth was he going to get used to wearing this? ‘Ok son said Frank, that’s it, from now on you need to go, you just go, ok? You don’t need to worry about it, Brenda or I will sort it out’. Chris looked at him and then looked at Brenda, yeah yeah he thought. She nodded affirmatively. He looked down at the disposable nappy he had on in total bewilderment. ‘Do you want to go to your room now and get settled in?’ said Brenda.

This is a story I posted not too long ago on the abdlstoryforum website, but I've decided to post it here while I lay down my roots and prepare a new story for the contest. I hope you all enjoy it and I can get some fresh eyes on it, it may not be perfect but I like it as an introduction to my writing style. I''ll be honest, I'm not trying to write A Tale of Two Cities here, just something a bit sexy some people can have some fun with. Any feedback you can give me would be appreciated, as well as any follows or... likes? If that is a thing here. Maybe it can at least get a few folks off. Anyway, please enjoy Kendra Takes Ethan by Eternal Futility Fiction. Kendra Takes Ethan The boredom was the worst part. There were no clocks or windows in the room where Ethan was kept, and the lights were always set at the same soft glow, making it impossible to estimate how much time had passed. He knew his captor always left him alone for several hours straight five days in a row, and from this he surmised that she must have a full time job. The idea of her going out, living a normal life, while he lay waiting in a thick, crinkling disposable diaper filled him with an impotent rage, which he had no way to release. For the first few weeks, whenever Ethan was left alone, he had pulled and struggled against his restraints, desperate to be free. He was young and strong, but that was not enough to stretch or break the thick leather strap across his chest. He was also denied the use of his hands, as they’d been locked securely into safety mittens since his first day of captivity, only ever taken off for his captor to trim his fingernails. The mittens themselves were clipped under another strap which held his hips in place, preventing him from moving his arms in the slightest. A final strap linked to a pair of padded ankle cuffs, which stopped him from rolling over or changing position. Even if by some miracle he managed to escape from these expertly applied restraints, he would have to find a way out of his “crib”, as his captor called it. Ethan considered it more of a cage, as he’d never seen a crib with a locking top, nor one built from such sturdy, hardened oak. Inevitably, his struggles would end with him sobbing quietly, wallowing in the helplessness and humiliation of his new life. He wanted to curl up, or at least hug himself across the chest, anything to offer himself a bit of comfort, but he was denied even this. The restraints were perfectly designed to keep him in the exact position his captor wanted, and no matter how hard he tried, he knew that she would return to find her new pet just as she left him. The only comfort he found would be bittersweet, as it came from his captor, the one who had confined him to this harrowing life of submission and monotony. Her cooing, doting and gentle caresses stirred up painfully conflicting feelings in the young man’s mind. She was the only other person he had seen in weeks, and he found himself craving her attention and accepting her pitying comments, as they were his only respite from his suffering and loneliness. But he also knew that she was the designer of this seemingly endless torture, and that accepting her reassurance was only playing into her hands, and that he was behaving exactly as she wanted him to. Such was her level of control. She wanted him to wear a diaper, and despite his struggles and protests, here he was in a diaper. She wanted him to remain in place in his crib while she was away, and he had no way to rebel against this decision. She wanted to perform his grooming herself, so of course, whenever his teeth needed brushing, face or body needed shaving, or he needed to be bathed, his hands would be kept well out of the way while she tended to him. And tend to him she did, ever so gently. Almost insultingly so, as if he were as fragile and valuable as a Ming vase. Perhaps he should be grateful for this, as he would have no means to defend himself if her desires were more sadistic or tortuous. In all his time here, she had never struck him, nor hurt him in anyway. She hadn’t even had to raise her voice. As she had complete control of every moment of his life, and was the only source he had for sustenance, simply withholding “privileges” was an effective enough method of control. A skipped meal or extra time sitting in a diaper in need of changing ensured enthusiastic compliance without the need for harsher methods. But the tenderness of her care was a double edged sword, igniting the flames of indignation and resentment that often washed over him in truly humiliating moments. “I am a grown man!” his mind would scream internally, as she gently ran her soft fingers over the baby powder covering his penis and testicles. The knowledge that he could take care of himself, but was trapped in a position where that was impossible was maddening. It was like he had driven into one of life’s dead ends, and he had no way to back out. Ethan writhed pointlessly in his restraints once more, and thought back bitterly to how this state of affairs came to be. If only he had gotten into that taxi! If only he had listened to his mind, rather than his cock! If only he had put up more resistance while he still had a chance… * * * “I’m telling you, if you play like you did today for the rest of the season, we might make it to the finals! Hell, we might even make it to Nationals!” Ethan grinned and looked over at his drunken teammate. Peter was much shorter than the rest of the players on the rugby team, but he was undeniably burly and stout, and had a contagious enthusiasm that Ethan respected. And Peter’s declaration wasn’t far from the truth. As head prop, Ethan used his considerable strength and endurance to gain the advantage in nearly every scrum. After a game like that, and after polishing off one too many celebratory beers at the college pub, Ethan was feeling on top of the world. He sat comfortably in the booth surrounded by his jubilant teammates, and ran his fingers through his close cropped brown hair. He had a habit of doing so often in social situations, as it gave him an opportunity to show off his biceps. He felt his musculature was his best asset when interacting with strangers. Although a well sculpted man, he tended to have anxiety in public places, especially around women. But all that anxiety disappeared when he was on the rugby field. “One game at a time, boys. The seasons only just begun,” Ethan replied. Peter waved a dismissive hand at Ethan’s modest response and shouted for the waitress to bring the team a tray of shooters. “Be pessimistic if you like, my friend. But tonight we’re celebrating. You should do the same. No practice in the morning, and there’s plenty of girls in here who saw the game today. I for one, don’t intend to leave this pub by myself.” And with that, Peter downed his shooter, and promptly walked away to strike up a conversation with two girls huddled close together at the bar. Ethan was jealous of Peter’s confidence when dealing with women. Although he was attractive and athletic himself, he always seemed to get tongue-tied and make a fool of himself when he tried to flirt. But perhaps tonight would be different. Peter was right, many of the women in the pub had likely seen him excel on the field today, and perhaps he could parlay that into a one-night-stand. Downing his own shooter, Ethan hesitated, then grabbed a second one, which one of his teammates had declined. A few drinks should help serve as social lubrication, he reasoned. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, with lots of laughing with his teammates, plenty of libations, and several drunken conversations with the women attending the pub, some more successful than others. He felt confident talking with Alice, a blonde nursing major wearing a short summer dress, but she left quite early, rebuffing his clumsy offer to walk her home. Later he met Kendra, a tall, dark beauty who seemed a few years older, dressed in what Ethan recognized as expensive clothing. She sipped slowly at her drink, and listened to Ethan’s attempts to boast about his athletic prowess on the field today. She was quite tall for a woman, only a few inches shy of Ethan’s six foot frame, and her tasteful but flirty outfit showed off her curves marvellously. When her dark eyes locked with his, even in his drunken state, he felt his heart flutter. “That’s adorable sweetie,” she said, a sly smile playing across her face. From that response, Ethan realized he had little chance of seducing Kendra, so he awkwardly dismissed himself, and wished her a good night. His teammates gradually started leaving the pub as the night wore on, some with a partner for the night, some without, as Ethan continued drinking and trying his luck with more girls. However, he had passed the tipping point between the drinks giving him confidence, and his drunkenness impeding his judgement. The next hour or so was blurry in his mind, until a woman splashing her drink in his face brought him back to reality. He wasn’t even sure what he had said to offend her, but when he saw the bouncer approaching, he decided it was time to cut his losses and leave. He half-stumbled out of the pub into the street, sat down on the curb, and used his smartphone to summon a taxi. Too exhausted to even be frustrated by his failure, or embarrassed by his actions at the end of the night, he leaned his head on one hand and dozed, waiting for the cab to show up. He was awoken suddenly, by a gentle voice very close to him. “Honey, do you have a way to get home?” Startled, and blinking in confusion, Ethan looked up to see Kendra kneeling down close to him. He struggled to respond. “Yehh… I’ve got cab. A cab coming.” His head was spinning, and he just wanted to wait for his cab in peace, but Kendra stayed kneeling close to him, close enough that he could smell the soft perfume she was wearing. “Sweetie, why don’t you let me give you a lift? Hmm? You could save a little money, and we could… talk a bit” Kendra said with her same sly smile, and began gently rubbing Ethan’s back. At the contact, Ethan immediately began to get aroused. Right on cue, his taxi pulled up and screeched to a halt. The driver rolled down the window. “You Ethan?” the cab-driver called out impatiently. A long, fateful moment passed before Ethan made the worst mistake of his life. “No.” * * * As Kendra drove her luxurious SUV through the silent streets, she kept talking and flirting with the boy in an effort to keep him awake. She wondered how aware the boy was that she hadn’t asked where he lived, perhaps he thought she was taking him back to her place for a night of casual sex. She smirked at the thought. Although the boy was good looking, she was certainly not attracted to him in a carnal manner. He was too sweet, too innocent too… cute, in the way a puppy or small child might be. She had something else in mind for him. His replies to her attempts at conversation were becoming shorter, more slurred as she got closer to her neighborhood. This would not do, she needed him alert enough to walk into her house without a fuss, and without anyone seeing. Upon stopping at a red light, she rested her right hand on the boy’s inner thigh and leaned in close to him. “Poor baby, you seem all tuckered out. Are you too sleepy to play? I have so many fun things planned for you, it would be a shame if you missed out.” The boy shifted in his seat excitedly, and Kendra felt his member stiffen through his jeans, and gently brushed against it as she pulled her hand away. It was amazing how much more alert he became from such a minor action. Men were such simple creatures. “It’ll take more than a few drinks to keep me from a beauty like you Kendra… I’m going to give you a real night to remember,” Ethan said, a little more steadily than before. Kendra smiled. Ethan didn’t know how right he was. * * * As the SUV arrived at Kendra’s impressive home, Ethan looked up in wonderment. The whole property was surrounded by an immense, neatly tended hedge, and the long driveway was blocked off by a high, black gate. The house itself was massive, and had the look of one of the old Victorian estates common in the area, but much more modernized. “Quite a place you got here…” Ethan mumbled, as they pulled into the driveway and the electronic gate closed behind them. “Yes it is sweetie… Yes it is. Now come on, let’s get you inside,” responded Kendra, still wearing that sly smile. Ethan managed to stumble up to the entrance of the mansion, and Kendra unlocked the door, let herself and the boy in, and then shut it behind them. As he heard the door lock, some small part of his mind began to feel uneasy. But his excitement about his impending night of pleasure with Kendra stifled any fears, and when she took his hand and started leading him upstairs, he meekly followed. Once inside Kendra’s lavishly decorated bedroom, Ethan placed his hand on Kendra’s waist and tried to lean in for a kiss, only to be rebuffed, with Kendra reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. “Naughty boy… You need to slow down. Let’s get you undressed first.” Ethan smiled and blushed at Kendra’s kinky statement. He had never been one for freaky sex, much more preferring vanilla encounters, with him in control of the situation. But he was no prude, and if this is what turned Kendra on, he was happy to oblige. As Ethan reached down to pull his shirt off, Kendra grasped each of his hands gently, and stared into his eyes. He couldn’t help but melt under her gaze, something about her dark eyes were so persuasive, so… powerful. “Baby, let me take care of that for you.” And with that, Kendra began slowly and gently undressing Ethan, until he stood only in his boxer-briefs, his intense arousal made obvious by his member straining against the fabric. “Ohhh, looks like my boy is VERY excited… I know just how to take care of that.” She gently slid down his underwear, exposing his impressive cock. Kendra was somewhat surprised, given his meek, almost childlike personality, she expected something smaller. Having kneeled down to remove his last shred of clothes, Kendra looked up at Ethan, her face inches away from his cock, making him shudder in anticipation. “My, my… What a big boy you are. But are you a good boy?” Ethan was surprised by the question. Was this some kind of kinky roleplay? He was a bit too drunk and exhausted to keep up, but he found himself nodding, his arousal making him feel very suggestible. “You are? Well that’s good sweetie! Very good. Because good boys follow instructions. Can you follow my instructions like a good boy?” As drunk as he was, Ethan once again felt uneasiness creep into his mind. It seemed Kendra was much kinkier than he was, but even so, he felt himself nodding his head, desperate for the gorgeous woman before him to relieve his aching cock. “You will? What a very good boy! I’ll keep it very simple for you, baby, since I know you’re not at you best. I want you to lie down on your back on the middle of the bed, and I’ll take care of the rest.” Ethan was all too eager to oblige, scurrying over to her king-sized bed and positioning himself in the middle, his cock pointing up in the air like a desperate flag pole. Even with Kendra’s peculiar kinky games, at least it seemed he was finally going to get the release he so craved. As Kendra climbed onto the bed after him, his suspicion seemed to be confirmed. She got on her hands and knees over his prone body, still fully clothed, lining up her eyes with his. His cock strained to towards her, but she kept herself just out of reach. As she stared deeply into his eyes, Ethan sensed affection, warmth and… pity? Before he could process that, he felt her grasp his hands, and slowly and gently raise them up above his head. He heard a small click, and then another, and felt something tighten around each of his wrists. With annoyance, Ethan realized he had been handcuffed to the bed. “All right Kendra, that’s enough. I’m into you and everything... but all this kinky shit is a bit much for me.” “Shhhh…” whispered Kendra, putting her finger to Ethan’s lips. “I know it’s scary, sweetie. But remember, you promised to be a good boy.” Ethan had had enough, aching cock or not. “Forget this. Un-cuff me right now, I’m calling a cab and getting the hell out of here.” Kendra looked genuinely saddened by Ethan’s words. “Poor boy… You don’t understand.” She turned and slipped off of the bed, opening the drawer of her bedside table. “I understand fine! And if you don’t un-cuff me right now, I’ll- Mmmph!” Kendra quickly and expertly applied the ball-gag to the restrained boy. It would be necessary for a while, until he adjusted to his new circumstances. She moved to the foot of the bed, leaned her hands on the mattress, and stared up past the boy’s still straining cock, straight into his terrified eyes. “No baby, you DON’T understand. I saw you marching around the pub tonight, thinking that just because you played some silly game well today that you were entitled to sex. But I looked closely at you, and I saw something. Something important. Trying to get girls to sleep with you didn’t come naturally. It was a learned behaviour, one you were quite poor at, by the way. I think you were just following the lead of your peers, trying to impress them. I think deep down, you’re just an innocent little boy, who doesn’t have the capacity to judge right or wrong. Someone who needs the right decisions made for them. Isn’t that right?” Ethan grunted into the ball gag in response, and struggled against the handcuffs. “Shhhh, baby. It’s all right. You don’t need to be worried, or afraid, or angry. You don’t need to be anything anymore, other than a good boy.” Ethan was truly terrified now, the adrenaline pumping through his system cutting through any drunkenness. He watched as Kendra walked across the room and picked up a small bag full of items that he couldn’t quite make out. “You’re going to be a good boy from now on, baby. My good boy. The good boy you were always meant to be,” Kendra said softly, as if breaking difficult news to a small child. As she spoke, she pulled an item out of the bag which caused Ethan to enter a renewed fit of thrashing and grunting. She set the disposable diaper down on the foot of the bed, and took a moment to relish in the sight of the terrified, helpless boy panicking in front of her. And Kendra let him panic for a while. She was in no rush. She had all the time in the world. Stay tuned for Chapter 2, as poor Ethan endures the first few days of his new life!

Being stuck at home and self-isolating in these crazy coronavirus times, I decided that I would for the first time in my life have a go at writing! This story is partly inspired by the feeling of being trapped indoors, and whilst I'm sure not to everyone's taste, I hope nonetheless enjoyable for some and a cathartic experience for me. - - - - - - PART 1 I had no idea what the time was, but it was definitely the afternoon. The sun managed to just about break through the cracks in the blind dimly illuminating the nursery and in turn filtering its way through the bars of my adult-sized cot. Babyish smells of lotion and powder filled the room and looking through the bars of my cot, and now prison, I could see both my oversized highchair, where I’d taken every meal for the last four weeks, and changing table replete with supplies of thick baby-print adult nappies. I could only raise my head slightly, as the locking medical grade restraints binding my neck, wrists and ankles to the crib mattress didn’t exactly allow for much movement and held me pretty firmly. Looking down towards my feet caused me to blush, perhaps more so than when starring up at the baby mobile dangling above my head, as I was wearing a light blue footed sleeper with the clear and visible outline of a bulging, damp and messy nappy that crinkled loudly with even the slightest of movement. This had without doubt gone way too far, but there was certainly nobody to blame other than myself for this ridiculous mess I’d gotten myself into. If only I could have controlled my adult baby urges and desires and not succumbed. Now, in my current position, it looks as there is no escape, no way out, at least nothing that I can think of. --- When I saw her profile on Fetlife, I was instantly mesmerised, firstly by the profile photo and then by the list of interests that seemed to match mine so perfectly that I felt it had been put together especially for me; almost too good to be true. I was naturally drawn to her website with picture after picture of sheer and astounding beauty, each one with the voluptuous curves belonging to a professional dominatrix the likes I’d never seen before. I flicked back to the Fetlife profile and my excitement grew as not only did she live around half an hour away from me, but it appeared as though this Mistress wasn’t looking for clients, but rather a boyfriend. To think that this could have been me was in retrospect laughable. What would a gorgeous, successful and powerful woman like this want with me? Needless to say, my good looks, albeit on a fairly small frame belied the tiny-dicked loser, who at the grand age of thirty-six was still a virgin and riddled with insecurities that went all the way back to my childhood, where as a bedwetter I was made to wear nappies at night right into my early teens. My night-time treatment plagued me by day, ebbing away at my self-confidence, and making matters worse, this eventually manifested itself as a fetish for nappies that made real relationships with women even harder that they should have been for someone like me. Still, what was there to lose by trying? After all, my desperation to be with someone who loved me ‘for me’ was almost as palpable as my desire to finally have sex.

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