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Chapter 18. a diaper, Daddy?????
WHen I came to I looked up, frightened and confused and my body felt strange, and not in good ways. I went to scratch my Head but realized that there was a chain around my neck like a dog chain and some it was hanging down with a loop in it and my wrist manacles were linked to the chain so I couldn't move my hands very far. Suddenly it all came back to me! I realized that Master had removed the blindfold and moved my wrists to their new position, my body was spre in lots and lots of place and some places were a very sore, and mMy leg, OMG, my leg! I can tell I'd been really whipped hard with that strap, but at the same time, the area was covered with something a little cool. My feet were free to move, and with a grin I realized that I had been well fucked and I'm feeling the aftermath of that! So all in all, I was in pretty good shape. Then the things that Billy said to me and even some of the things I said to Him came back to mind, and I closed my eyes and let all those good emotional feelings well up again. I dozed off, I think.
I don't know how long I slept, but when I woke up I noticed it was dark outside. My hands were still bound to my neck, the pain wasn't as sharp, even on my leg where He used the strap on me. As far as mMy butt goes . . . oh SHIT! I have to go to the bathroom! I started to get up and Billy came into the room carrying something grey. "I really need to go to the bathroom, Sir!" I cried.
"No you don't. I'm putting a diaper on you and we'll worry about the mess later. Can you stand up?"
"Yyyyyes, Sir" A diaper! I'm not into that shit . . . oh wait, damn, I'm His slave. He can do what He wants to me. A diaper? "Well then stand up, alex, and spread your legs the way I want you to."
I did my best, but my inner thigh really hurt bad and I started to whine.
"That's far enough, boy. I can handle it from Here." And He deftly managed to put the diaper on me. It was obvious that He's had experience with this. I wonder if I'll ever get to know anything about what He's been doing the last 10 years. Again it seems that He's reading my mind. He says to me, once He's got me settled back on the bed again, "My Dad is into diaper play bigtime with crick, so I've been around it and even put them on crick from time to time. He absolutely hated it when I got to do it, but that's what Dad wanted so that's what happened to the slave. I suspect that it was a punishment for something to have Me put the diaper on this guy almost twice My age. Is it something you're into, alex?"
"I'm a little turned on about it right now, Sir, but this sub has never done it before and has never really thought about it much."
"Honest answer. Good. It's not on the top of my list, but the humiliation element is attractive. I told you that I'd never do to you anything that I haven't experienced myself. Dad diapered me a couple times—in fact, when we were in high school it happened just because I'd been giving him a lot of attitude and He decided I needed to be brought down. Can you imagine how humiliating it would be to have your father strip you and see your junk and your new pubic hair, and do that to you?"
"Yes, I can, Sir, because I'm experiencing it now, and I really have to go."
"Then let loose, slave. Let everything hang loose for me. I want to see what spills out of your pussy, slaveboy."
That did it. It was more noisy than messy, and I don't think it was more than the lube and His cum, but then He told me He was bringing me my supper and I should just stay there like a good boy. Well, I guess you can't have diapering without a little bit of age regression thrown into the mix! I look, very embarrassed, and He's smiling at me. "Kind of creepy! I'll tell you what. Go into the bathroom and take that thing off and clean yourself up then come back and get on the bed." He reaches back and lets my hands and arms loose, but with the clips still hanging.
"Yes, Sir." Here comes more creepiness and mess and embarrassment. I step into the bathtub in case there's really a mess and figure out how to take it off. Then I just lower it to the bottom of the tub and force myself to look at it. Not too bad. Lots of lube and juice and just a little bit of brown. I roll the thing up and stuff it into the trash barrel, reminding myself that it has to be emptied. Then I reach in the closet for a hand towel and decide to use that to clean myself off. I've had worse happen to me a couple times when I was sick. But it's hard to do what I have to do since I'm still wounded and Master has wrapped up whatever He has put on my leg. I'm just finishing wiping my ass wHen He walks in (no privacy for a slave) and takes over, (which made the whole thing a lot more pleasant). Finally He's satisfied that His slave is clean enough and tells me to get back on the bed. I discover that He's placed a few pillows at the Head of the bed so that I could at least sit up a little.
"that's right. I want you to sit up because I'm going to feed you, boy."
"Damn. Should I start calling you Daddy?" I laugh a little.
He guffaws. "Damn! yes!. I feel like your Daddy at times, boy. Add that to the list of other things I've told you. Call me Daddy any time you feel like it. Add it to the other names I said you could use."
"Billy, Sir, Master, Daddy." He slaps me lightly on the cheek.
"Before I forget: do you have any problem of me giving you CBD?"
"I don't see why. I don't know much about it though."
"It Hhlps with pain and nervousness. Actually, I put CBD oil on your thigh to help with the pain, along with a cold patch."
"You've got a real drug store here, Billy!" giggles
"Anyone who does any heavy impact shit damn well better have lots of stuff to help with recovery. Oh, and just so you know: You're usually not going to get it as hard as you've done between my father and my strap. That's not the usual for me. Just for special moments. And training." He gives me a sinister sneer that makes me laugh.
"Oh, so you think you're funny, do you? I guess I'll have to work on the other leg after supper."
"Red, Daddy, Red!" I say.
"Damn. Nothing worse than a fussy brat sub!" I laugh as He goes off to do something else. . . . . I begin to hear kitchen noises and him humming.
After a few minutes, He comes back in with a big napkin and what looks like a cereal bowl on a plate. "This is special food for slaves. If you really piss me off, you'll be eating nothing but this for days, alex. I'm warning you."
"Ill be good, Daddy. What's in the special food, Daddy?"
"well, to be honest, it is BABY FOOD. Pablum. But made with Vanilla Ensure instead of milk for the sake of nourishment. And since you took my whipping so good, I also mixed in a good extra dose of CBD. You'll end up real mellow tonight, boy." He sits on the side of the bed. "Now open up!" He actually FEEDS me the food as if I were an ailing child. And guess what? It tastes pretty damn good!. And I really like Him feeding me, just like I like drinking from His mouth. Everything comes to this slave from its Master. This slave loves its Master.
As He's feeding me He talks to me. "alex, I fucking love using that crop on you. That's going to be a regular in my arsenal. The strap, not so much, mainly just for punishment when you need it. slaves always need to be punished, boy. slaves should always have welts. I also have a cane. Ever been caned before, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. Not a fan. Not because of the pain—and that's pretty bad, too, depending on how it's used—but because it's usually over with pretty quickly, and it makes My ass so sore that it's at least a week before anything else can happen back there."
"Sounds like you got it from someone who was really into British Prep School type disciplinary canings. Swift hard strokes. Maybe even broke the skin."
"Yes, Sir. Only happened once because I told the Sir that I wouldn't want it any more. He said He understood."
"It's His loss that He couldn't be more flexible. The one I have isn't too long, and I can almost wield it like the crop. But you'll get to taste it when the boys get here later in the week. That and the flogger and a leather belt and maybe even a single-tail whip. And if not now, it will all certainly be part of your life in the future. And sometimes publicly, too."
"what?!!!!" "in a club I belong to. Not until you're ready, alex, so don't fret. Relax and trust me. I'm in charge Here, not some idiot, you know.:"
"I know, Master. This slave is sorry for reacting so quickly without thinking."
"You've got to work on that, or you'll be bringing down a lot of suffering on your head, slave. And your ass. I'm not kidding." (Very serious voice).
"I will, Master. I'm sorry again."
"You'll be punished after you finish your supper for your burst of un-doubt."
"Yes, Master. this slave deserves it."
"Okay, let's finish up Here. Two more mouthfuls.. Open up, boy." He feeds them to me and then takes the napkin and wipes my lips and my face and once again my age regresses.
"Thank you, Daddy."
He leaves the room for the kitchen and when He comes back, He goes into The Closet and takes out what looks like a medium-sized felt bag. Then He grabs my feet and pulls me down the bed so He can chain them to the sides of the bed again, keeping me wide open. He jiggles the bag "Clothespins," He says. "they will help you learn to stop reacting without thinking."
I look at him with wide eyes. Except on My nipples, I find them very painful and can't usually handle them. I've even tried them on myself. Not fun. I'm in for it now.
Just then, my phone rings. Billy keeps taking clothespins out of the bad and laying them on the bed between my legs.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Next, alex punished while on the phone Call me robbie, call me boy, call me slave, call me sub, subs call me brother, but don't call me Sir.
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