Date: Sun, 21 Nov 2010 00:19:53 -0500 (EST)
From: bamaboi2serve <bamaboi2serve@charter.net>
Subject: The Story of Master Daddy Sir, Part 2

The Story of Master Daddy Sir, Part 2
inspired by Master Daddy Sir
and written with His editing and approval
by bamaboi2serve
bamaboi2serve@charter.net


     Master Daddy Sir decided i needed punishment because i had responded
to a Nifty reader without first sending the email to Him for
consideration. Some emails he allows me to humbly respond to. Other He
orders me to ignore. I had disobeyed his orders, and so i would be
punished.
     I would regress myself to diaper stage and stay that way for the day.
     As with other experiences with Master Daddy Sir, I found myself drawn
to something i had never done before. He had tuaght me what an asslicker
and bootlicker i was inside, and now i was to learn my capacity of
regressing.
 He wrote the orders:


Your regression day will consist of your wearing your diaper and plastic
panties all day and night. Changing them when they become too wet and
sucking the pee-pee out of them.


     i had bought the plastic panties (yellow, with colorful cartoon
characters on them) online after being told to by Master Daddy, and the day
they arrived i was already planning a day when i could follow Master
Daddy's orders. He is understanding that way, not setting stringent
deadlines, giving me enough time to accomplish my assignments and
punishments etc. He is such a good Master!

     The morning arrived--- a Friday---on which i would spend my 24 hours
as ordered.
    It was not a casual-day at work, so i would be in suit and tie...and
that's how i dressed once i had put on my diaper and the yellow with toy
design plastic pants. I drank my usual two cups of coffee before, work,
know that Master Daddy Sir would not allow any deviation from the schedule
I normally followed.
   As soon as i had put on my pants though, i realized you could hear the
plastic pants when i moved. Not terribly loud, but enough to catch your
attention if there was not a lot of other noise around, like now, as i walk
out to the front door to leave for work. It's hard to describe the noise,
but if you heard it and you were cleaver, i'll bet you could figure it out.
     i blushed, thinking about the day ahead. The sound was only one aspect
of the regression.
    Master Daddy had not ordered me to, but i felt the need to keep a
pacifier in my picket...just doing it made my little pee pee dickie
hard. As he did required, i packed two extra diapers in my carry bag.
     i got into the car and sat down, hearing the plastic as i moved
around, settling into the quiet car interior, the noise sounded even
louder.
     Usually on the long drive to work, i would make a pit stop at a gas
station before reaching work, but today i knew that was not possible. i
kept driving.
     I managed to get to the office and through the noisy lobby without
attracting any attention, though as i looked in a mirror inside the crowded
elevator, it seemed my pants were being pushed outward by the
undergarments. Nobody else seemed to notice, but i did.
    Then, suddenly, as i waited for the elevator to reach my floor, it came
to a sharp stop and the lights went out. A emergency light quickly came on,
though it was very dim, perhaps missing some bulbs, and there were gasps
from some of the other passengers.
    "Oh!" exclaimed an older woman to my side.
    "What the..." an attractive young man on my other side let go, catching
himself before he added the "fuck" that clearly belonged at the end of his
comment.
     There were about ten of us inside. Another man reached for the
emergency phone on the wall below the buttons, and he was quickly in
contact with an emergency operator. I could only hear one end of the
conversation, but i heard him say thanks and turn to the rest of us.
     "It's OK, there was a power failure, and they should get it back on in
a few minutes. We're not in danger!" he told us.
     There were murmurs from the crowd.  The unexpected development had
given their daily lives a sense of excitement.
     As for me, i had excitement enough with the diaper and plastic pants
beneath me. There was also the question of that coffee, which had worked
its way though my system and was calling on me to let it go. I forced
myself to remain calm, but when i shifted my position, i could clearly hear
the plastic, and when i glanced over the the young man on my right, i would
tell that he had heard it too! He was looking downward, trying to locate
the source of the unusual sound. Our eyes caught for a second and i could
see him speculating.
     I stood very very still, trying to avoid any more clues, but a woman
up front lost her footing and fell backward, forcing me to change
position...and sending out another loud (to me, anyway) crinkly sound.
    I glanced at the boy and yes, he had heard it, and was now adding two
and two.
    He smiled slightly at me, showing that he had somehow answered his quiz
correctly.
    It was at that point that my body failed me. Some of my overfilled
kidneys leaked and i could feel the diaper absorb a shot glass or so of
pee.
     There was no noise, of course, but i instantly could smell the
pee. The boy, as i started mentally calling him, could too. Another smile,
larger now.
     Unexpectedly, he held out his hand and introduced himself.
     "Hi, I'm Derek!" he said in a normal voice, then adding in a
whisper..."are you little baby jimmy?"
     I blushed fiercely, knowing my hand, in his now, was suddenly
sweating.
    "Uh, what?" I stammered to him quietly...the other in the elevator were
talking among themselves, telling stories of other experiences being stuck.
     "You know what i mean...." he said, removing his hand from mine and
gently pressing it against my crotch for just a second.
     "I know what's up, man, it's OK...it's cool...i'm not going to bust
you or anything, but i want details!" he said, with a confident, thankfully
quiet, voice.
     "Well, i ..i...i"...i was at a loss. I stammered some more, suddenly
feeling more pee leak.
     "Is someone pulling your strings? Or is this something you do for your
own kicks?" he asked.
     I hesitated, but finally answered...
     "It's for...Master Daddy Sir," i admitted softly, part of me proud for
owning up to my subservience, but another part of me cringing at my
admission to this complete stranger.
     As i finished, i felt him place his hand in my pants pocket! I was so
shocked i didn't react immediately, looking around to see if anyone else
had noticed..but the others were having their own conversations, and one
woman and sat down on the floor of the cab in the corner. They were
oblivious to our little drama.
     The boy...make that B-o-y with a capital "B"...had slipped his fingers
up under my plastic pants, causing the tell-tale plastic sound. When he
pulled his hand out, he had the pink pacifier in it!
     "Oh is this yours?" he said loudly, attracting the attention of a
nearby woman as he held it up in front of my face. The womn just smiled,
presuming it was my baby's.
     "Er, yes, thanks" i mumbled, taking it from him and stuffing it back
in my pocket.
      Without making it too obvious, Boy maneuvered us so we ended up in a
corner of the compartment, with my back to the two walls. With his body
more or less blocking mine, he pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to
sit on the floor below him. Nobody paid much attention, since some others
had sat down too and they were busy in their own conversations and making
cell calls to tell their friends about their adventure.
     My face was directly in front of Boy's crotch.
     He stretched his fingers out under my nose and i would smell my own
pee on them from when he put his hand in my pocket. Without even thinking,
my tongue darted out to lick them and he slipped one finger into my
mouth. Glancing furiously around to see if i was being watched, i sucked on
his finger, becoming immediately hard, which added the the crinkling sound.
     He put the hand on his own crotch and massaged his cock slowly...i
watched, mesmerized, as it hardened beneath his tight black jeans, the head
soon visible. Then he stopped and removed his finger from my mouth. As i
watched, a small wet spot formed at the head of his cock. Just a quarter
sized circle.
     I moved my head forward, anxious to lick it...and the lights abruptly
came on and the elevator started moving. Everyone was rearranging
themselves into the normal formation of passengers on an elevator mode,,,i
stood, hiding my pee pee dickie hard-on with my hands. Boy ignored me
completely, as if nothing had happened.
     i had to know more about him!
     What would Master Daddy Say about all of this?
     Would he be angry with what had happened?
     When the elevator reached the seventh floor, Boy got off, and he
turned to smile at me as the doors closed. The seventh floor is the
headquarters floor for the company where i work..the executive offices. Who
was Boy???
     Late in the morning i had no choice but to let the rest of my kidneys
leak out into the diaper as I sat at my desk, talking to clients. Just
before lunch i went to a little-used restroom, and used a stall to change
the diaper, At one point someone came in, and i swear they were peeking
through the crack in the stall door at one point...but they left and i
finished my changing, putting on a fresh diaper and replacing my new
plastic panties. I sucked the pee out of the diaper as best i could and
then tossed it in the trash and went to lunch, drinking the usual two iced
teas, even though i knew it would mean another change later in the
afternoon.
     The elevator trip back up to the office after lunch was not
interrupted by a power outage, but when it stopped on the seventh floor, i
suddenly decided to get off.
     i stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, but then i looked to
the side and saw Boy walking toward me with the Company President! The
similar looks were unmistakeable. Boy was his son!.

To be continued IF
Master Daddy Sir says it will.
Your comments may convince Him.
Comment to him via me:
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