Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2007 09:33:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Chapter 1

Warning: This story contains scenes of spankings, diapers, shaving and
non-consensual sex.  If such subjects are offensive, uninteresting to you
or if you are a minor in your country of residence please leave now. I
would also advise you that one should practice safe sex at all times and
not be careless like my fictional characters.

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story worthy to be continued.



Training my Diaper Bitch Chapter 1

by tony

Opening yet another application I sighed - it would be a really long day in
the office. I had considered using a recruitment agency to find the right
assistant but after I found myself swamped with questionnaires longer than
my yearly financial record I decided to use the conservative way by putting
an ad in the Financial Times. As the major stockholder and CEO of one of
the largest conglomerates in the US I needed not only the right person for
the job, but the perfect one.

A couple of days ago, my previous assistant Timothy had an unfortunate car-
accident which forced me to look for an adequate replacement. Tim would be
in the hospital for quite some time and from what the doctor said, I could
expect him to stay for at least 3 months in a rehab clinic if he ever
wanted be able again to fully use his right arm in the future. I sighed
again. Just when my workload started to lighten up enough to give me time
to play this had to happen. Life was just unfair. I had already planned out
in detail how to break through Tim's defenses and go down on him really
hard; the boy was out of my reach. I wanted- no needed- another boy soon or
I would go crazy. My need to dominate a self-confident, willful, strong
headed, straight and cocky male had reached a level where it was almost
physically hurting me. The idea of forcing someone to submit to my wishes,
to keep him in a totally controlled environment and making him crave the
humiliation and abuse he would receive at my hands made me painfully
hard. Hastily I freed my enormous cock from my confining pants and started
stroking myself. Leaning back in my chair I thought about all the
preparations I had made with the help of my best friend Matt. Dr. Matthew
Jackson. I laughed out loud. If there was anybody less suited to be an
urologist/proctologist it was my perverted friend Matt, who wallowed in the
power he felt whenever he tortured his patients by unnecessarily inserting
various devices in their cocks or rectums; the elation he experienced
whenever they grunted out their discomfort by using oversized instruments
on their usually virginal sphincters - a true sadist who reveled in
humiliating his patients in front of his nurses by shoving sounds down
their cocks or forcing them to get hard.

Moving my hand faster now I felt my ball juices flow into my 9 inch cock
and the quivering in my groin signaled the start of my orgasm. I pulled my
pants down below my knees, while pictures of the play-rooms I had just
finished installing in my mansion flashed through my mind. I tried to
picture Tim in these rooms, the equipment I would use on him, the degrading
situations I would force on him, the constant humiliation he would have to
live everyday - it was almost enough to push me over the edge. Not wanting
to come yet, I took a small cord out of my desk drawer and looped it around
both my erection and nut-sack. I gently tightened it, leaned back and then
began to massage my thighs, stomach and pubic bush. The bondage of my dick
forced my balls out and exposed them. Still thinking about Tim my tip
continued to leak even more pre-cum which slowly dripped down my
shaft. Another drawer held the lube I liked to use on myself when jacking
off. I put some of it on my nut-sack and gently started to massage my
balls, squeezing them, petting them and then grabbing them with my left
hand and pulling them away from my body. Another squirt of lube on my palm
and I started rubbing the tip of my penis as if I was polishing it. The
clear fluid of my pre-cum seeped out of my cock and mixed with the lube. I
jerked at my dick now at various speeds and pressures, playing my cock as
if it was some sort of instrument that made my whole being vibrate with the
pulsing of the approaching and receding waves of intense pleasure.  I
carefully scooped up some of the liquid off the sensitive tip and brought
the finger to my lips. I grimaced at the first taste of it, but soon
ecstasy overrode that, my eyes closed, I loosened the string and finally,
the cum boiled and erupted from my cock with such great force that the
first pulse hit the folders on my desk and the second shot onto my face. I
jacked myself furiously now, moaning as I sucked my cum covered finger,
milking myself until I had the last strings of cum drained out of my
cock. As my orgasm subsided, and the flow of my sperm came to an end, I sat
back in my chair looking totally spent and breathing heavily. Damn, but I
did need a new boy real soon.

For the third time that night I gave a heavy sigh, took another drink of my
scotch and turned again to the folders in front of me.  "Shit!" I got up
and went into my personal bathroom that was directly connected to my office
to get a towel. The folders were covered with blotches of my cum. I got the
towel and sat back down in my chair. I grabbed the folder with the most
sperm on it and tried to wipe off the mess I had made on it. As I was about
to put it away a thought crossed my mind and with a grin I looked at the
folder: "Maybe I should hire him, catching the most sperm is as good a
criterion as any other...  Let's see who you are Mr. Richard Walker." I
said to myself, opened the folder and almost forgot to breathe. There he
was: the boy I was looking for. A strikingly beautiful face smiled boyishly
at me from the enclosed picture. I had to force myself to take my eyes off
the photograph to read his vita. At age 24 he had graduated summa cum laude
with a master's degree in business finance from Harvard, he also was a
dedicated athlete and came with several recommendation letters. I scanned
the letters and found one written by an old friend of his. Looking at my
watch I decided that it wasn't too late yet to call him and started
dialing.

"Lawson."  "Hey Josh, this is Peter. Long time no hear. How have you been?"
"Peter, you old bastard, what are you up to? Don't tell me you're making a
courtesy call without a reason. I know you better than that." Josh Lawson
growled in his low voice into the phone.  " Awwwwwwwwh. You wound me. Can't
I call an old friend of mine just to see how he's been doing?"  "No, you
can't. As I told you I know you better than that. So what can I do for
you?"  "Well, maybe you heard that Tim, my assistant had an accident last
week and I am looking for a replacement."  "Yeah I heard about that. Must
be tough on the guy, he was really dedicated to his job."  "He was, but he
is going to be out of commission for at least half a year. So right now I'm
checking applications and stumbled over a letter of recommendation that you
wrote."  "Me? It's very rare that I do that personally. Who did I write it
for?"  "Richard Walker. Can you tell me anything about him?"  "Walker? Good
looking young kid with blond hair from Harvard?"  "Yep, that's him. What do
you think of him?"  "He is a smart kid, but his attitude needs some
improvement. Cocky young know-it-all, thinks he's really hot stuff."
Hearing that made my mouth water.  "You think he needs some behavior
modification?"  "Well, if anybody can show him his place it would be a
ruthless bastard like you. He definitely needs to be taken down a notch or
two. But other than that he really knows his stuff." At that point I really
wasn't interested in his accomplishments any more. I wanted that boy to
play with.  "Well thanks, Josh. I'll think about it. Why don't we get
together next week over lunch and talk some more. I'll have my secretary
call yours and set up a date. Whatcha think?"  "Do that. I would enjoy
seeing you again. And you can let me know your decision then.  Take care
and see you next week."  "Next week then, bye Josh." I hung up and smiled
to myself. At that time my new little boy would already be in the middle of
the treatment that was an essential part of his training. I left a note to
my secretary to make an appointment for his interview as soon as possible
and went home to dream about the delicious future that was waiting for me.


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