Turning Kit And Breaking Melissa

[turtlepins]

I married Kit for his money. Thinking he would give me many children and I could raise them in a style of luxury and safety I thought it perfect that he was only four feet six inches tall and still looked eleven at twenty. He certainly didn’t mind all the jokes when we appeared together. I didn’t want my kids to be giants like me.

When I married Kit my roommate Beth was my lover, best friend, and confidant. We played on the Georgetown College Women’s Basketball team. I was six foot seven inches tall, and Beth was six feet four inches tall. After the three of us graduated from college Beth and I went on as roommates to graduate school while Kit set out to turn his four million dollar fortune into something significant. If he guessed we were lovers he certainly didn’t seem to mind.

Kit and I tried to have a baby only to discover that we were both sterile. Loving sex I encouraged him to tell me his fantasies and I would tell him mine. According to him he didn’t have any other than me. That was a lie, of course, but I couldn’t force him to tell. I had a three-page list. To give him credit, he allowed me to fulfill all my fantasies.

His parents died in a tornado when he was two. His paternal grandmother took charge of him and her influence on his life was devastating. As a student of psychology I found it fascinating, as did Beth. And because I understood him and knew just what would give him the confidence he needed in our relationship I used the knowledge.

Kit made ten million and lost it all. He then turned around and made twenty million and lost all but a million. After that he made nearly forty million, lost twenty, and then soared with a new company that made baby needs items that were safe, designed to last generations, and then started a chain of baby stores around the world. A French conglomerate bought him out for one hundred million dollars!

It made me angry that he could succeed but I could not. I wanted a child of my own. But now that I was practicing Psychiatry I was careful about going after what I wanted. Beth was a practicing Psychologist, hypnotherapist, hypnotist, and loving it all, as I loved my new profession. We worked in the same office.

Kit and I could adopt, but I worked almost exclusively with adoptive parents and their troubled kids. I was leery of adoption. I decided to attempt to be a surrogate mother and that failed.

Kit and I moved into a condominium overlooking the bay of Baltimore. The condo was eleven thousand square feet, three levels, but close enough to two others that having the windows open exposed us to our neighbors across and above. From a comfortable office on the third level he invested his money and played with his HO train set.

His libido was tremendous and he wanted to have sex all the time. My problem was I didn’t want to have sex with him any more. Beth satisfied me in some way that he couldn’t. Trying something new to satiate his sex drive gave me a new power.

Kit loved suckling on my breasts. It was the one thing I loved having him do when it came to having him touch me. One night, he lay stretched out next to me, his head turned sideways, suckling and I surprised him with a new pleasure. I sprinkled baby powder between his legs and laid a gauze diaper over him, then with a hand-held vibrator brought him to a quick and intense orgasm.

It was the diaper that did it. Not me, not so much the vibrator, but the warmth and softness of the diaper and the baby powder. It drove him wild! In the morning, as he was getting out of bed to pee I easily wrestled him back on the bed face down, stuck the diaper under him and rubbed baby powder over his but and thighs while I used the vibrator. He peed it seemed, almost simultaneously following the end of his climax, soaking the diaper and the bed. His shivering pleasure while I gently rubbed his back was amazing.

Like an epiphany the realization of what I discovered enlightened me. I went to Beth with my idea. As only psychiatrists can we analyzed everything to the last detail. My part of phase one was simplicity itself. I bought a package of gauze prefold diapers from the baby department, some baby powder, and vinyl gloves.

Whenever he popped the question I would take him by the hand into our bedroom, lift him up on the bed, pull his pants down, and powder his swelling member. With a handheld vibrator in one hand, covered by the diaper, I would gently touch him, while moving the vinyl gloves over his skin then holding one near his nose. That would bring an instant and intense release.

Beth and I studied pharmacology together, fascinated by the number of natural elements, herbs, and potions nature provided for just about every need. As a result we designed Kit’s regime carefully and with knowledge few possessed.

Every day now he was taking three different potions, without being aware of it, and I was mixing certain potent herbs into his iced tea and lemonade. Our Chinese expert was happy to help us concoct it all. I think she hated men, but I intended to give pleasure as a means of control. Her expertise in acupuncture was going to help.

After about a month of this treatment Kit began having orgasms without any control. He would come down to the dinner table with a large wet spot on the front of his pants from multiple orgasms. I began to tease him about that, even checking his computer to see if he was going to porn sights, as if I was jealous. What he was doing was going to adult baby sites!

He began having little accidents in his pants, losing control slowly. Two weeks later he wet himself standing in the kitchen talking to Beth and me. It wasn’t a small leak, but a full-blown void. He stared at the front of his pants and the spreading puddle on the floor with his face drained of all color.

“I don’t know how that happened!

[CallmeSavitar]

Will this story continue? Its a great story. Im surprised there are no other responses.

[Nia]

Yes please continue. I thought this story is really interesting and quite good.