Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 13:13:20 -0800 (PST)
From: klp909@yahoo.com
Subject: Bound For Daddy
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Bound for Daddy
By klp909@yahoo.com
I have always thought I was a little "different."
When I was in the 4th grade, I took a diaper from my
church's child-care room and tried it on in the bathroom.
Even though it was too small, I felt comforted by the
plastic material.
When I was thirteen, I found condoms in my dad's
dresser drawer. In the privacy of my room, I rolled one down
a broom handle and greased it with petroleum jelly I found
in our bathroom. The initial penetration hurt like hell but
my rectum was soon accustomed to the thickness. My discovery
of stimulating my prostate was an experience I will never
forget.
Around the same time, I found an empty plastic shampoo
bottle and unknowingly, made myself a homemade enema. Lying
down in the bathtub, I squeezed the full container of water
into my rectum. I soon felt the need to empty my bowels, but
the internal sensations were overwhelming.
In high school, I bought one of those combination hot
water bottle/ enema bags at my local drug store. After a few
tries, I was able to take the entire bag and hold it for
awhile.
My life really changed after my freshman year of
college. I dated a few girls in college, but there was
something missing. A guy also approached me in my dorm but I
don't find guy's my own age interesting. I was home for
summer break. Of all things, I was summoned for jury duty
downtown. I was planning to take some classes at a local
college but besides that, I had enough free time and could
use the little stipend from service. Both of my parent's
cars were unavailable, so I took the bus downtown and was
dropped off a few blocks from the courthouse. The area I had
to pass though was going through "gentrification," a nice
euphemism for tearing down the old to make room for "hip"
cafes, bars, lofts and nightclubs.
It was about 9:00 in the morning. I was about three
blocks away from the courthouse when I walked past a shop
called "SIR Leather." A rainbow was flying prominently above
the wooden door. There were no windows. My curiosity was
piqued but the shop was closed and I was going to be late.
At noon, I had an hour break for lunch. I was bored out
of my mind, waiting to be called for jury selection. The
break from the ennui would be very welcomed. After grabbing
a quick bite to eat in the cafeteria, I walked down to the
store I saw earlier in the day. A simple "open" sign was the
sole means that I knew the place was still in business.
As I walked in, the smell of leather engulfed me. The
length of the store was larger than I anticipated. It was
well stocked with everything imaginable for the BDSM and
fetish lifestyle. I was in heaven. Thankfully, I was also
the only customer. A middle-aged man dressed in black was
sitting behind a counter and smiled at me as I walked in.
"Welcome to my store", he said. "Please let me know if
you need any assistance." I kept my head while I walked past
him and started to look around.
As I walked around the store, I had no clue what most
of the merchandise was used for. I must have had a look of
total bewilderment because the owner soon approached me.
"You look like you need some help." He was smiling at
me again while looking me up and down.
"Is it that obvious," I said nervously, getting my
first good look at the owner. He must have been in his mid-
fifties. His hair was more salt than pepper, pulled back in
a ponytail. He didn't look like the typical player in the
S&M world but who was I to know? He also wasn't much taller
than my five feet ten inches. I'm about one hundred and
eighty pounds. I try to keep in shape by working out and
running. He must have liked what he saw because he kept on
starring at me. Was he hitting on me?
"Let me explain and show you the general layout of the
store and we can go from there."
"Sure. o.k., " I said.
I followed him as he started to walk around the store.
The first section was leather clothing. He explained that
all of it was handmade. He showed me caps, vests, chaps,
pants, briefs and boots all made of leather. I looked very
expensive - way too much for my student budget.
We then moved over to an area that contained numerous
kinds of whips, paddles, floggers and other items I had no
clue what they were. Some looked like they were made of
rubber. He picked-up a leather paddle and said, "This is one
of my favorites. After a prolonged use, it leaves quite a
red mark." I just smiled, my face reddening with
embarrassment. He too noticed but moved on to the next
section.
My face must have turned even redder because he said,
"I see you like these." On display were a multitude of enema
bags and nozzles. They all look more complicated than the
simple one I had bought a few years earlier. As he started
to explain what the various nozzles were, I could feel
myself becoming quite hard. I squirmed, trying to conceal my
expanding penis, but I knew deep down that the owner knew I
was excited.
Next to the enemas were various dildo's and plugs of
every shape and size imaginable. There was even one shaped
like a fist. I had wanted a butt plug for some time but
never found the right place to buy one. I picked up a medium-
size black rubber plug. I looked at the price tag. It was
more than I had on me. I put it back down.
"I see you found something of interest."
"I..I did. But I don't have enough on me right now." I
told him that I was downtown for jury duty, home from
college for the summer. I needed to find a job but needed to
get though jury duty first. He just nodded and smiled.
We moved over to an area that contained rubber
clothing. I never knew such clothes existed. I was in
heaven. When I saw rubber briefs, I almost passed out. How I
had longed for what I saw in front of me. I picked up the
white briefs, my hands shaking with excitement.
The owner looked at me. In a calm but firm voice, he
said, "I'm starting to understand what your interests are. I
think you might find these interesting. From a nearby shelf,
he picked-up a package of adult sized disposable diapers.
How did he know?
I was starting to feel like I was dreaming. My state of
nirvana was interrupted when I thought about the time. I
looked at my watch - I was due back in five minutes.
"I need to get going. Thank you so much for showing me
your fabulous store. I'll be back soon to look around some
more and hopefully purchase a few things."
The older man looked mad but understood. He put the
diapers back and walked with me towards the door. He handed
me his card. His name was Richard.
"I want you to have this."
"David," I stammered.
"David. I would love to see you again. Soon."
With that, I walked out of the store and ran back to
the courthouse. My mind and heart were pounding away. With
luck, I found the store of my dreams.
After three days of trying to get on a trial, I was
released. The County thanked me for my time and service and
I was done. I still didn't have any money but I needed to
return to the store. When I walked in Richard was again
sitting behind the counter. He seemed pleased to see me and
stood up to great me. He was simply dressed in a black shirt
and jeans.
"I didn't think you would show up again David. I'm
quite pleased that you've returned."
I smiled but didn't say anything.
"How's jury duty going?"
"Actually, I was just released. I'm going to go home
and start looking for a job."
"It's funny you should bring that up. I told a very
good friend of mine about you. He works out of his home here
in the City and needs an assistant. I know you two have a
lot in common. Are you interested?"
I was about to say I wasn't interested. I didn't want
to be a glorified gofer for the summer.
But before I opened my mouth, Richard said, "He also
wants you to have this." The older man held in his hand the
black plug that I wanted. This was getting very strange. I
didn't know what to do. Should I run from the store or.?
"He wants to meet you. His name is Thomas. He has an
affinity and understanding of your needs."
"I don't really know," I said. "I.I've never been with
a man and it seems to me that he is expecting something I'm
not even sure about. Just because I'm interested in a butt
plug doesn't mean that I'm into men."
"That is true. It's up to you. Here's his number and
his "gift". You are in control of your own actions. If you
want to turn your fantasies into reality, then give Thomas a
call. It's up to you."
With that said, he went to the counter and put the plug
in a paper bag. He handed me the bag and wished me good
luck, winking at me in the process.
I walked out of the store in a daze. I didn't know what
to do. However, every time I thought what was in the paper
bag I was carrying, my cock stirred. I couldn't wait to get
home and try it out for size.
To be continued??? Please send your comments - positive
or negative. Are there any guy's into bondage and diapers?
If so, let me know!! Klp909@yahoo.com