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Long story short, the last two months a have been pure hell for James; his girlfriend of two years had left him two weeks after he was fired. Turns out she just liked him because she thought he would be successful and provide her with a comfortable lifestyle. She, Amber, was now dating his former best friend, Mickey, whom still worked for Flanotech. Amber also took James dog, and just about everything in the apartment when she left. “That bitch doesn’t even like the dog”, James constantly muttered to himself day in and day out. As if things were not bad enough, James like most young twenty something’s, had been living outside of his means to impress a girl who really never loved him in the first place. He had rented a very expensive Apartment downtown, filled it with non-IKEA furniture and purchased a tan BMW convertible that just screamed successful metro sexual every time he drove it.
And now he was faced with unemployment, ballooning credit debt and no shoulder to cry on. In the past week James had moved into the Sandy Street Apartments, far from downtown Belleview and much closer to skid row. Dining on daily rations of Top-o-Romen and Pabst, he stayed in the bathroom less apartment and constantly prowled the web looking for job opportunities. Oh how he prayed he could find something that paid as well as his last job, something that would let him go back to the life he was accustomed to.
Then one fateful Saturday morning he came across a very unusual add while sifting through the rubbish on Monster.com. It was the oddness that caught his eye. It stated simply:
“Successful software developer looking for live in butler. Must be under 130 pounds, on duty 24 hours every day, able to take difficult orders, loyal and submissive to serve powerful busy business woman. Software/hardware experience a huge plus. Starting pay 130 thousand per year plus benefits. Please forward resume and full profile picture. --- Lady M.”
Well that is rather unusual. James thought to himself. 130 thou a year would be pretty sweet though. And so after finishing his 11th Pabst of the night and before going to bed at 3 AM on Saturday morning James quickly applied for the job.
2
At first James didn’t realize his phone was ringing. Since the alarm sounded the same as the ring tone he thought he must have set it when he was drunk last night. Reaching to the side of his futon he slapped his phone hoping to quell the annoying squelch but instead accidentally answered the phone. As he lay in bed he heard someone on the other end of the line say hello. Ugg, James muttered to himself, as he reached for the phone. I hope it’s another job interview he contemplated as he tried to clear his dehydrated throat and grudgingly replied hello.
Is this James? said the stranger in a strong deep woman’s voice. Yes, stated James. Whom may I ask is calling? My name is Margaret Johnson, you applied to my job posting for a live in personal assistant last night. Hearing this James sat strait up in bed fully aware of last night’s happenings. Margaret continued.
I’m calling to set up an interview with you but first I must lay a few ground rules. The job will be very demanding and will call for your 24 hour service. You will answer to me with respect every time you talk. You must live in my home. There are many extra duties that you may not be prepared for but you will not be able to question. You will basically serve as both my personal assistant, butler, cook, driver, wife and anything else I may ask of you. Are you prepared for this opportunity?
James paused and thought for what felt like a minute. What does she mean by “everything else I may ask of you”? Then again, for 130 thousand a year and free housing how bad could it be. Yes I am prepared, James said.
Excellent, declared Margaret. I’ll text message you my address. I would like you come here immediately. And with that she hung up the phone not allowing James any opportunity to ask questions.
3
The address James received was for a home in the cascade foothills east of the Seattle metropolitan area. It would have been impossible to find if James did not have GPS on his beamer. The area was heavily forested and only a few houses littered the long roughly paved country road. At about two in the afternoon he pulled into Margaret’s driveway. It was approximately 300 meters long and led him inside a very high stone wall that encircled the property. As he pulled up to the home he was shocked by the sheer size. She must be a very successful engineer, he thought to himself.
The front of the home had a three car garage and was very new age looking. Solar tiles made up the roof. The Walls of the home where made of what at first appeared to be thick pueblo bricks meant to keep the mansion cool in the summer and warm in the winter. The tall double front doors where made of solid cast Iron and looked like they used to belong to a world war II bunker, if it were not for the cast Iron gargoyle knockers and effeminate textures imprinted on it. As he parked his car in the driveway he could not help but hear the gate to the fence slam shut and secure itself. I wonder if she will want me to write security software for her company he pondered.
Before he had a chance to knock on the door she opened it for him. Standing before him was probably the most impressive looking woman he had ever seen in his 26 years of life. This woman, was easily 6’3” without high heels. She had strong sturdy arms and legs, but at the same time a truly feminine hourglass figure. There was no doubt that she must be dedicated to fitness to be shaped like that. She had a firm high and bountiful ass that would usually draw any mans gaze towards it, if it were not for the mammoth breasts that where desperately trying to escape from the top of her business dress. She had bright blue eyes that could cut straight through your soul and long jet black hear that reached to the small of her back and shimmered in the sunlight. Truly there has never been an Amazon goddess before her.
Please come in, she beckoned to him. As if she had to ask. There was no way James would want to disobey this woman’s demands. At that moment he thought this is the kind of person that could inspire armies to fight to the death. He followed her through the great hall to a sitting room and sat down on a couch opposite to her. Before we get started would you like something to drink? No thanks. Good. Then let me lay out the job for you in more detail than you can ask me any questions you have.
I have taken the liberty of searching you credit and medical history. I am glad you are healthy but am saddened by you lack of credit discipline. I see that two years ago you bought a dildo online and you have over the years had subscriptions to numerous porn/bdsm websites. I also see you had decent grades in high school and college. Your parents died in a car accident when you were twelve at which point your aunt started raising you. You were picked on mercilessly in high school by both girls and boys. You are 5’1” according to an 11th grade physical but I doubt you are over 5’. You have perfect vision and the only classes you got A’s in were home-ec and pottery. How you ended up a software engineer is a bit of a mystery but I can see here that you like to buy video games so you probably wanted to make them too.
All James could do was sit there with his jaw hanging. How could she find so much so fast?
Listen James. I am looking for a special kind of assistant and I think you are the perfect fit. Your job will be to satisfy me in every way; both outside the home and inside the home, as well as outside the bed and inside the bed. I hope you understand I am not looking for a boyfriend or a husband. I am a powerful woman who has needs and I expect you to fulfill them. If I say jump, you better jump. If I say go to the store and buy milk, you better fucking be out the door in 30 seconds. I will choose what you wear, where you sleep, what you eat and what you do with your free time; if I ever give you any free time. Do you understand?
James just nodded his head. The power with which she made this statement overwhelmed his body. His cock was hard and must have been easily visible creasing his pants which just caused Margaret to smirk.
Ok. Good then. James please sign the contract. Please understand that it is binding and breaking it would be detrimental to your financial well being for years to come.
James knew he should read it. It had to be at least twenty pages. But he was so wound up with lust at the moment that he did not hesitate to put his name to the paper.
Excellent, Margaret said. Welcome to the family. Please follow me. We need to get you dressed.
4
James followed her down a corridor, through an immaculate master bedroom and into a very large bathroom. The bathroom was interesting. It had a hot tub, an unusual sit up bath tub and a very large shower that must have been custom built for such a large woman.
Please take of all of your clothes, she stated. James just froze in place. What? Take of my clothes. I’m not sure about that. Are you questioning me James? No….I…. We have a contract James you have to obey me. You must learn to be comfortable around me naked ok? Ok…
James stripped off his shirt, shoes, socks and pants and stood before her in his underwear. His hard on now quite evident through his underwear. Margaret just let out a belt of laughter. Tighty whities James. Really? It’s like your fucking 5 years old. Hahaha
James could only stutter at the comment and he raced to hide his hard on with his hands.
I said take everything off James. You cannot hide anything from me, ever. James reluctantly let his underwear fall to the ground and stepped out of them. Now beat red with shame as he stood under the towering woman’s gaze he thought to himself, “What did I get myself into now”.
Ok James time to put on some of your accessories. She then proceeded to put soft leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles, locking them into place with a key and then led him to the shower.
Reach for the sky Jamie boy. He slowly thrust his hands into the air without paying attention to the ramifications. That’s when he suddenly heard another lock. He looked up to see that his hands where now securely fastened to a bar attached to a chain and suspending from the ceiling. “Is she going to harvest my organs”, he pondered?
I do not allow body hair in my home Jamie. It disgusts me, and while you only have a little down there, it has to go. With that she began to lather him with a sweet smelling cream. She started with the arms and back and then circled around to the front working her way down to… aaa….
As she grabbed his shaft he shuttered out loud. Oh does baby Jamie like it when I touch him down there, she said? He leaned into her grasp and could not help but try to gyrate his hips against her large soft fingers.
No cummies for you now you haven’t earned that yet. She then proceeded to massage the cream on his ass and down his legs to his ankles.
As James stood their feeling both ashamed and ecstatic he could not help but to start to feel a little bit of pain. The lotion was starting to burn particularly around his nipples, ass and swollen tool. Margaret simply stated that it was his hair burning off and that it would be a necessary part of his weekly regimen. Margaret proceeded to lock his anklets to two D rings attached to the shower floor.
After about 10 minutes the burning felt like he was on fire. He writhed and shook against his chains. When he finally let out a scream Margaret slid a ball gag into his mouth and then secured the strap behind his head. Owe does baby Jamie hurt? She said sarcastically. I don’t want you biting your tongue on the first day of work.
Finally she turned on the shower and started washing off the searing cream. Jamie was happy to have the burning feeling leave his body but was not greeted well by the ice cold water that was cascading down his body. Without any time to relax he started to feel another unfamiliar sensation. Margaret had wetted two fingers with her saliva and was beginning to massage James’s rectum. He instantly tried to pucker them up and push her away with his clenched cheeks which just made Margaret cackle.
Now Jamie baby, you know you can’t resist me. If I have to fight you, you will just suffer even more. With that she went to the vanity and opened a drawer. She came back with a loaded needle and injected James in his left ass cheek. Within seconds he could feel his inhibitions leaving him. He felt woozy and sagged hanging with all of his meager weight from the cuffs on his wrists.
Ohh does my baby feel better now, whispered Margaret into James right ear. I’m just getting started sweetie, this will help you stay calm while I finish orientation. Margaret then went to the vanity and came back with another, much larger syringe. She proceeded to inject in several places around the outer rim of his anal sphincter. By that time James was barley aware of what was happening. His head was swimming and all he could do was listen to the sensual voice of his tormenter.
I am injecting you with a surgical jell. You will have no control over your sphincter for probably about a month. This is a necessary stage of my domination process and will help you to come to terms with your place in my world.
At hearing this all James could muster was a little laugh at his own expense. He had no idea that at the same time he was laughing a turd slid out of his ass and splattered on the floor between his feet which caused Margaret to erupt once again.
That’s not nearly enough Jamie Poo. We need to get you really clean before we leave the bathroom. I don’t want to clean any poopoos that I don’t have to.
Soon James began to feel a new source of warmth and quickly realized it was not from the shower. Margaret had taken one of the shower nozzles, one without a head on it, and slipped it into his ass without him even feeling the invasion. Before long James felt bitter pain in his abdomen and desperately wanted to double over. The water pressure was too high and it caused water and **** to burst backwards out of his ass around the steel rim of the thoughtless intruder.
Some of the filth splashed back onto the front of Margaret’s dress causing her to curse in disgust and slap James on the ass as hard as she could. This is your punishment not mine she belched at him.
Finally she removed the hose and an endless stream of almost clear water flowed onto the floor. You will pay for getting me dirty, she stated, starting with this. James did not feel it enter but quickly realized that something else and invaded him. It did not feel so bad at first but after Margaret inflated the butt plug to keep it in place, he could not help but feel discomfort.
Margaret proceeded to turn off the shower and towel dry James as he continued to hang from the ceiling. When she was done she disappeared for a moment and returned with a pink harness. She proceeded to secure it to the base of his upper arms and thighs and then she fixed a thick belt around his waist. This is your harness, she stated. You are to wear it at all times do you understand? All he could manage was a dreamy nod. With that She unlocked his right wrist from the bar hanging from the ceiling and fastened it to a ring on the belt that looped over his chest. She then did the same with the left wrist and unlocked his ankles allowing him to stand comfortably for the first time in what felt like days to him.
Follow me Bootykins, she stated and then walked out of the bathroom. James tried to follow but began to fall down. The effect of the drug was stronger than Margaret expected. She caught his fall and hoisted him onto her hip like an infant. You really are a lightweight she cackled, can’t be more than 100 pounds. She carried him like a baby through the other door in the bathroom into her master suite. The room was huge. It had a king size bed with a black comforter and black pillows. There were black drapes on the wall. The floor carpet was blood red and the furniture all looked to be made of oak. There was a crib at the foot of the bed.
Not stopping there she carried James into the next room which appeared to be a nursery. Decorated to match some 5 year old girls dream come true there were pink and blue my little ponies painted on the walls. Margaret set James down on the changing table on his side and then sat down in a chair positioned across from his face.
Listen sweetie, in order to make you truly mine, I first need to break you and to do this we are starting with age regression therapy. For the next few weeks you will be treated as my little girl. You will talk and act like a good baby girl. After you have become accustomed and absolutely loyal I will begin to raise you to be the perfect sub-human that you were meant to be. Do you understand? All James could do was nod his head with the ball gag still in his mouth.
I will take that out so you can speak, but you better watch you tone with me young woman. If I don’t like what you have to say I will really punish you. After she took it out James was happy to let his Jaw relax into its naturally closed state. I wonder what she meant by punishment he thought. She asked if he understood again.
Yes he said. THAT’S YES MOMMY! She yelled. Yes Mommy he quickly replied.
Ok, good. Now let’s get you dressed up little girl. She proceeded to take a pair of pull up training diapers from under the changing table. Toes up sweetie! James quickly obeyed. Margaret slid the girls pampers up his smooth legs. Bottom up baby! He lifted his hips and Margaret secured it in place. She then did the same with a pair of plastic panties. The panties had a ring on both sides and once they were all the way up Margaret secured both of the rings to the sides of the belt around James waist, locking them in place. There would be no escaping from this he thought.
Margaret then pulled a young girls nightie from one of the drawers in the dresser. James could see from the closet what looked like a thousand different outfits intended for different games at different ages. Margaret unlocked James hands and then said reach for the sky baby. James obediently held his hands up so she could pull the nightie on. There was a small square space so that James hands could be quickly reattached to the restricting harness around his chest and Margaret was quick to do so. Good baby she cooed.
Margaret then hoisted baby Jamie back onto her waist and carried him into the bedroom. She walked over to one of the oversized chairs in the room and sat down with Jamie in his lap. Does baby want something to drink she said? All Jamie could manage to do was nod, still stoned and confused. Margaret proceeded to undo the top of her business dress to expose a nursing bra. She opened both sides showing the nipples of her enormous 42 F breasts. Lifting Jamie’s head to her right breast she whispered, drink baby drink. Jamie was tantalized and quickly latched on. Soon he was surprised and greeted by the sweet flow of warm breast milk running down his throat.
5
James felt like he must have slept for days. He had never felt better rested then he did at this moment. The stress of work, bills and relationships had all melted away when he first latched onto Margaret’s tit yesterday afternoon. He didn’t even wake up when she laid him down to sleep in the crib in the nursery. When he first opened his eyes he realized it must be early morning. He could see the first rays of sunlight bursting through the nursery window. He had been tucked in with a cute pink my little pony blanket. He also realized he was wearing a pink bonnet on his head. His hands were still firmly attached to the chest plate of his restraints. When he tried to move around he noticed that one of his ankles was also secured to a loose thin chain in the crib; obviously to keep him from trying to get out and explore on his own. He was sure a good hard kick would probably break the chain but there was no way he would want to upset his new boss by doing something stupid like that.
As he managed to roll onto his back and sit up, James immediately realized something else strange must have happened last night. He felt the chill of cold urine in his diaper. Why the hell would I piss myself, he exclaimed out loud. I’m not a real fucking baby. I must have been really doped up last night to do that.
James looked through the nursery door and saw that Margaret had already gotten out of bed. It must be six in the morning he thought to himself. That woman really doesn’t know how to relax. No wonder she wants a new play mate/pet. “How the hell am I supposed to get out of this bed now,” he exclaimed.
After waiting for a few minutes, listening intently to see if she would pass by the room or not James noticed something that might be useful in the room; a baby monitor. And the light was on so it must be in use. With that he did something that even surprised himself. He called out Margaret’s name to the monitor. No response. He tried it again. Still nothing. He yelled at the top of his lungs “GOOD MORNING”! Still nothing. Then almost naturally he started to cry out loud like a blubbering toddler. That’s when a voice finally answered back on the monitor. “Good baby, that’s how you get Mommy’s attention.”
Margaret came into the room dressed in a spandex halter top and shorts. She was sweating profusely and must have been working out. Without hesitation she unlocked James ankle and hoisted him into her arms. “Mommy still has to finish her workout but you are welcome to watch me sweetheart.” James blood was already boiling with lust. “I get to watch her workout, he thought”. Margaret carried him across the house to the gym. It was very well equipped. Aside from the numerous weight lifting apparatus and exercise machines, it also had a stainless steel crib that matched the motif perfectly. There were new toys and a bucket of Lego’s waiting for him in it.
You can watch Mommy from in your play pen okay sweetie? She set him down and went back to the treadmill. Within moments she seemed to be at a very well paced jog and had to be doing better than a 6 minute mile. James marveled at his new Mothers physique. Her breasts, despite being pulled back by the spandex top, still bounced around considerably with every step. The motion and the friction of the synthetic cloth against her nipples made her lactate a little. Her buttocks, though full and round, did not bounce around at all. It was as firm as a 16 year old track stars would be. Her powerful calves rippled with strength every time they hit the conveyor belt. Her flat stomach showed the creases of her shapely abs.
This was no ordinary woman, thought James as he licked his lips with lust. He had completely forgotten about his wet degrading state and just stared at his new mistress open jawed and drooling profusely. After about 30 more minutes running and several miles later, Margaret stopped the treadmill and went over to lift some weights. She moved quickly through many different exercises, not stopping for a break or a breath at any point. First she benched weight. From James count she was lifting well over 300 pounds with ease. After several sets of ten she moved on to power clean. Her long powerful legs had no trouble lifting several hundred pounds repeatedly from a squat position.
Finally she was done. She wiped her brow with a gym towel and came over to James whom had unknowingly been rubbing himself intensely through his wet diaper. Oh no! Bad baby! She exclaimed. Rule number one; you do not ever touch yourself unless Mommy gives you permission. Your body belongs to me now and I make all the decisions about it. James hung his head in shame. It’s ok baby. I won’t punish you this time but we will need to take some precautions so it doesn’t happen again. He wondered what she meant by that as she picked him up and carried him to her private bathroom.
Margaret set James down on the counter in the bathroom and began to draw a bath. As the pool quickly filled she returned and with one unfriendly motion pushed him onto his back and pulled off his diaper. We need to get cleaned up baby, she sweetly whispered to him as she sat him down into the comforting water. As James sat in the water unable to really move much he watched as Margaret quickly removed her top, her shorts and panties and then without a moment’s notice plopped down in the tub in front of him. It was the first time he had seen her naked. She truly had a magnificent body. Not like any model in any western magazine. She was much more beautiful than that. She was the perfect example of power and beauty combined. The mold was surly broken after god made her.
Her breasts floated at the top of the water as she sat down and playfully splashed James in the face. Unable to splash back all James could do was close his eyes frustrated to remove his gaze from his goddess. You want me to free your hands sweetie? Margaret stated. James just nodded his head and said “Yes Mommy”. Good answer she said. With that she leaped out of the tub, went to her bed room and returned with a pair of strange mittens. They were black and elastic. There were no spaces for fingers, but rather all of the fingers were tightly held together making them useless. Margaret slipped both gloves on and fixed the strap around each wrist so that James could not squeeze them off if he wanted to. She then took a key and unlocked his wrists from the chest plate.
“Mommy wants you to feel like a real baby for the next few days. I don’t want you using your hands or feet to do anything useful. It’s Mommies job to make sure you are well taken care of. Do you understand Jamiepoo?”
James just nodded his head.
“Good. I would like to explain who I am and why I want to do this a little more so that you can better understand where you will now fit in my life. When I was 22 I founded a very successful software company. I was a pioneer in security software development. By the time I was 30 my company was writing billions of lines of data for both the US government and fortune 500 companies everywhere. Unfortunately I was so obsessed with making my company grow, that I never took the time to develop personal relationships. I was at work almost all the time, and when I was at home all I would do is work out in my gym. When I was 36 I found out that I cannot bear children. This was a big hit to my personal self-esteem. Afterwards I avoided dating all together. My best friend was my vibrator from that point on. I turned 40 last April. On my birthday I decided to let my company go public. I sold 49% of my shares to international investors. The next day I resigned as president of the company and only retained my chairman of the board position.
Since I have been single for so long I have developed several unique fetishes. Often at the end of a long days work I would go home and surf the web. I would mainly look at bdsm websites, but eventually I found myself looking at a whole range of specialty sites. I became, at first, fascinated with the Asian doll concept. Little understood in the West, the idea of the Asian doll is to have a barely legal girl live with you and pretend to be a helpless child/doll. You feed her cookies and milk every day to keep her sweet and you clean and dress her like a doll. A true doll can never perform sexual acts because by doing so you take away her innocence and destroy the scenario.
Later I started to follow Lolita fashion and eventually one day I stumbled on an ABDL website. It really intrigued me. The idea, to me, harnessed the innocence of the Asian doll, but combined it with the transgender and pure submission fetishes I love. You see, I am a powerful woman. I am obsessed with dominating everything in my life. I dominate my business, I dominate my health. And now I will for as long as you let me, dominate you.
For the first few weeks I need to keep you well restrained. You must learn to depend on me completely. I want you to trust me and find all your comfort in me. But I will be strict. If you break the rules at any point I will have to punish you severely. Here are the rules.
1. Never touch yourself unless I tell you to. Babies don’t play with themselves. You are a baby again and must act like one.
2. You must talk like a toddler at all times.
3. You may never be condescending towards me or anyone else.
4. You must wear what I choose for you.
5. You will eat only what I choose to feed you. For now on you will be nourished entirely with liquids. I will breastfeed you or give you bottles of my breast milk every day. I will supplement your diet with baby food and pureed vegetables. Under no condition are you allowed to have sweets. Babies don’t get to drink pop, understand?
6. You will not walk anywhere. At this point in your regression you are not allowed to use your legs. You are able to stand but have yet to learn how to walk. When I decide to start raising you up this rule will change.
7. You may not go to any room without my permission. Don’t think you can just crawl around the house when I’m not looking. Trust me I will always be looking.
Those are the ground rules. As for your former life, I don’t think anyone will miss you so unless there is anyone you want to call now, I will not be contacting anyone to tell them where you are. You likewise are never allowed to use the phone. I have already had all of your possessions moved into a storage locker near that gross apartment you were living in. You really do not own anything of value anyways. I have paid off your car, but as far as it is concerned, you do not have a car anymore. It will remain here for you to use when or if you ever get to be an adult again.
Do you have any questions?
James just shook his head no, still overwhelmed and processing everything that had just been said to him. With that Margaret spun him around and pulled his body back towards hers. He could feel her full breasts squeeze against his skinny back. Margaret then kissed James on the forehead and said. “Don’t worry about anything baby. Mommy loves you very much and will take very good care of her baby”. With that James relaxed his body and let his head rest on his new Mommy’s shoulder.
6.
Margaret began to wash James’s body with a soapy rag. At first she washed his chest and shoulders. Then she started to work her way down. James gasped when he felt her hand clench his flaccid dick. She then said;
“Mommy will take care of all your needs baby. And you will also have to take care of some special needs of Mommy’s. You see it’s been a long time since I have let anyone touch me. Now that I have you in my life I will expect you to satisfy me in any way I see fit.”
Margaret slowly massaged James’s shaft. The sensation soon made his tool feel harder than it had ever been in his life. While James was not exactly well endowed, he had a decent 6” dick. His girlfriends had never complained about it. But for some reason he could not help but feel tiny when Margaret grasped his cock with her large strong and tender hand.
Soon James started to feel the sensation overwhelm his body. Margaret folded her legs around his body so that he could not squirm around. She wrapped her right arm around his chest while she continued to massage him with her left.
“Does my baby feel good?” She cooed. “Do you want to make cummies for Mommy? We can’t let you go with all that bad baby batter inside you can we. Don’t worry baby Mommy will help you empty your little wee-wee as much as you like.”
Margaret began to speed up her hand motion. James just continued trying to squirm; not trying to get away, but just simply overwhelmed by the situation and the sensations he was feeling. He had never been dominated before. In fact of the three girlfriends he had had, none of them had been descent lovers and none of them had been into any kind of role playing. This was not your average hand job.
“It’s ok baby, you can cum for Mommy whenever you are ready. There is no reason to impress me by holding it. Babies don’t need to impress their Mommies, they just need to enjoy themselves. Go ahead and cum for Mommy. Get all the dirty baby juices out. Afterwards you will feel much more like the baby I am making you into.”
With that James lost himself. He was enveloped with the strongest orgasm of his life. With all the stress of looking for a job and running out of cash, James had not bothered to take care of his nether region for nearly two months. Now two months of pressure was spurting from the head of James engorged dick. As his orgasm reached its height, he thrashed in the water, trapped in the Amazon queen’s arms. As the feeling began to subside, she did not relent. She just continued to massage his still hard cock, picking up the pace even more.
“I think my baby still has a lot of naughty cummies left inside. We should try and get as much of the bad juices out as we can. Ok sweetie?” All James could do was whimper out loud. He tried his best to evade her touch, but the powerful woman had no trouble holding him in place. Soon the unbearable power of the sensations traveling from his cock through the core of his body made James begin to cry. He was not crying in pain. He was not crying for her to stop. He was crying because he had never felt so stimulated and relieved at the same time.
“It’s ok baby. Go ahead and let it out. It’s good for babies to cry. You’re my good baby and I will always take care of you. Now let’s go ahead and get another dirty cummy out of you.” Soon James felt his body tensing again. He began to flex his hips up and down, trying to thrust his penis against the moving hand of his new Mommy. The speed at which her hand glided up and down his shaft was blinding. She knew it would be a matter of seconds before James would explode again. Then suddenly James body went completely tense against his Mistresses hold. He let out a scream at the top of his lungs. It was the kind of scream that only someone in the throes of the best orgasm of their life could make. The high pitched whelp sounded nothing like the scream of a grown man. Rather he screamed like a woman reaching the perfect climax. Sobbing at the same time he began to yell Mommy at the top of his lungs.
Margaret began to slow down the pace as the orgasm subsided. Finally she came to a halt simply holding James now flaccid dick in place between his thighs. “That’s a good baby. Did that feel good baby Jamie?” James proudly exclaimed, “yes Mommy it was the bestest!”
Margaret then did something that caught James completely off guard. She grabbed a bit of the floating semen with the fingers on her left hand. She held it up to James face and said “would you please clean your dirty cummie off of Mommies hand?” James had never tasted cum before. He had always thought of it as too gay for him to do. But he knew this had to be part of the power exchange relationship that Margaret was establishing. Without hesitation he opened his mouth and got his first taste of baby batter. At first he wanted to cringe. Not because of the taste, it was actually rather bland. It was the action itself that disgusted him. Soon he had her hand clean and he proudly claimed “all done Mommy”!
“That’s a good boy baby Jamie!” Margaret complimented. “From now on you will be required to eat all of your cummies as well as mine.”
7
Margaret pulled a lever on the side of the bath letting the water go down the drain. She then picked up James, whom like her had small amounts of cum still clinging to her body and set him down on the bathroom counter. She then proceeded to towel herself off. Once dry she carried James to the shower and told him to stand. She held up his hands and attached them to the crossbar hanging from the ceiling. As she turned on the water and grabbed the hose that had no head on it, James knew what was coming next. She said gently, “if you relax sweetheart it will feel a lot less painful. Eventually you will grow to like your daily enema.” With that she thrust the hose into James sensitive anus. He instantly clenched down on the hose but soon felt his anus stretching as the water looked for a way back out of his ass. After about a minute the water coming out looked clean and Margaret decided he was clean enough, pulling the hose out and washing any excrement that had attached to his legs and feet off of him and down the drain.
Margaret then toweled James dry, unlocked his hands from the ceiling and carried him like an infant into the nursery. She set him down on the changing table and then ran into her master bedroom to grab something. Within a minute she returned. James was dreamily staring at the ceiling when he felt something slide over his limp dick. He looked down just in time to see a ring go around his balls and snap into place locking the chastity device in place. Margaret then took the key and put it on a string which she tied around her neck. “Listen babypoo, this is not a punishment. It’s just here to remind you of rule number one. For now on you will wear it whenever I don’t have something better for your little wee-wee to do. Understand?” James nodded in agreement.
Margaret then pulled a fresh pull up from under the counter. “Toes in the air sweetie”, she demanded. He quickly lifted his feet in the air and soon felt the swoosh of a clean diaper slide up his legs and over his little bum. She then began choosing an outfit from the closet. She returned with a pair of pink girly girl panties, not quite an infant’s, they were soft pink cotton panties with a rose embroidered on the buttocks. She then chose a fluffy pink dress with more frills then necessary. The arm sleeves closed at the end and puffed out in the middle. The hem was ridiculously high easily revealing James pull-ups to the world. Finally Margaret selected a pair of simple white socks and pink little booties to finish the ensemble.
Dressed for the day Margaret carried James on his first trip to the kitchen. It was huge. The woman really must like to cook he thought. It had a walk in freezer for god’s sake. The counters were high, built for a tall woman and if James was standing they would reach his shoulders. There were two ovens and numerous appliances that littered the shelves.
“I also developed a healthy interest in cooking over the years”, Margaret stated. “Although the only appliances I will need to make your food is my food processor and breast pump, hahaha”she chortled relentlessly at this statement.
She set James down in an oversized high chair and secured the D rings on the sides of his restraint to the chair. After affixing the tray table she went to the fridge and got two bottles. Both of them were one liter baby bottles. One of them was filled with Margaret’s breast milk, the other with some sort of orange puree. Margaret unscrewed the tops and set both bottles in a pot on the stove that was half filled with water. She then over the next minute warmed the bottles up before screwing the tops on and giving both of them to Jamie.
“I need you to finish both of those sweetie. We need to get you healthy. That diet of top o roman and crap beer has really taken a toll on your body over the past month.” “Is she serious”, James thought to himself. “Two liters for breakfast?” Margaret then went on to fix herself a healthy bowl of oatmeal and orange juice and sat at the kitchen table to eat it. After ten minutes she had finished her food and James had just about finished the bottle of milk.
“Jamie baby, I need you to hurry up, we have a lot to do this morning.” “Yes Mommy!” James replied. With that he took the other bottle in his hand and took his first sip. It was disgusting. Is this the crap we feed to babies these days? James gritted his teeth for a second, took a deep breath and then tried to drink the foul flavored matter as fast as he could. Within a minute the puree was gone and he was panting in high chair, a look of pride like he just finished a keg stand on his face.
“Good baby”! Margaret complimented as she wiped his face clean with his bib. As for the rest of the morning, we have an interview in a few minutes with a baby sitter.” James just froze in his seat. “What?” he replied. “Well you see, there will be a few times when Mommy will have to leave the house for board meetings or something else. I can’t very well be a good Mommy and just leave my baby at home alone no can I.” Jamie just hung his head in shame. “No Mommy, Me’s understands.”
Oh my god! James thought to himself. Other people are going to see me like this too! His mind was racing a mile a minute as Margaret hoisted him out of the high chair and carried him out of the kitchen.
