Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 08:09:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Myers <lil_tonyboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Training my Diaper Bitch - Chapter 2 - Edited Version

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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As the author I would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, suggestions or maybe a short note if you find this
story worthy to be continued.

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Chapter 2

When I arrived at my office the next morning Marcy, my secretary had
already made an appointment with my delicious looking new pet for 2 o'clock
this afternoon. I called Matt and told him to come up to my office as soon
as possible. It really was convenient that he practiced in the same
building where my office was. It didn't take more than 30 minutes for him
to show up.  "Good morning, Peter. What brings you that early to your
office?" he asked while lazily flopping down on the comfortable chair in
front of my desk.  "You won't believe it, Matt, but I found him. The
perfect boy. The one I was always hoping for." I was so excited I couldn't
sit still. I went to the door and told Marcy to bring us some coffee and
refreshments.  "You did? Where did you find him?"  I quickly told him about
my search for an assistant and the phone call with Josh.  "Well, he does
sound perfect. So how do we go about it? What is your plan?" he now smiled
evilly, knowing that he would be a major part in the training of my new
pet.  "Well, he will be here this afternoon for his interview. The set-up
will pretty much stay the same. As we had originally planned he will be
given a large dose of the fast-acting diuretic you developed. I want him to
have an embarrassing accident right here in front of me. Also he will be
given a really strong laxative so he will have no time to get to a
bathroom. I want him to soil himself in front of me. So you better get me
the most effective stuff you can come up with and lace it with something
that will make him a bit more pliable. He will need it."  "You really are a
bastard. You want him to piss and shit in his pants in front of you? And
here you always tell me what a sadistic pervert I am." I was really
impressed with how seriously indignant he could sound.  "What will happen
then?"  "I will try to calm him down at that point and tell him that I have
this really good friend who happens to be a specialist for that problem and
that I will call him to the office to help him with his predicament. Of
course all of it will be handled with the utmost discretion. That's where
you come in. I want you to come up here with one of your mobile examination
tables, I clean him up, we strap him in and then you will do what you do
best. Start poking around in his holes. I already have the cameras
installed, so everything will be caught on film."  "Do I give him a
diagnosis?" the smirk on Matt's face couldn't possibly get any bigger.  "Of
course. Some stress-induced incontinence. You will get him some medication
and tell him to take it every couple of hours. And then we will diaper him
and send him home with his laxatives and diuretics and a spare diaper. We
need to make sure that he fills his diapers to the bursting point. In my
experience there is nothing better suited to strip a man of his self-esteem
than forcing him permanently into a diaper. I have already a team on
stand-by that will install cameras in his apartment while he is with me, so
we can have him under surveillance 24/7."  "And I'll tell him, that it
should stop within 2 hours. If his incontinence continues through the night
he should come back in first thing in the morning for an in-depth
examination. Sounds great."  "I knew I could count on you, you sick
fuck. Go get me that stuff and prepare everything for the show." I finished
my coffee and for the first time in months I felt happy.

It was almost impossible to concentrate on my work but in order to get
everything prepared for the coming weeks I had to. I still needed an
assistant to man my office while I would be playing at home. Life was
really cruel sometimes. Here I was - at the top of my career, a 33 year old
good looking executive (if I may say so myself), a most promising future
ahead - looking through job-applications. Sitting back with a sigh I called
Marcy in.  "Marcy? Could you come in please and bring yourself some
coffee. This will take longer..."  "I'll be right in, Mr. Townsend." Sure
enough the door opened and in come the person I relied on most.  "Marcy, I
do need help with this. I would really appreciate your thoughts on some of
these guys." I tried to make myself sound desperate in hopes of making her
feel sorry for me.  "You know that doesn't work with me, Mr. Townsend. I've
been working for you since you took the company over ten years ago, I know
you better than anybody else. I'm not feeling sorry and don't even think
about trying to send me on a guilt-trip."  She just sat down and smiled at
me unfazed while stirring sugar in her coffee.  "You are one cold-hearted
woman, Marcy. I thought I ask you for your opinion because you would have
to deal with my assistant in the future."  "What about Mr. Walker? I
thought he'd be the one you decided on?"  "Well, he will be better suited
as my personal assistant, so I still need someone to take care of things
from here."  "Personal as in that kind of personal?"  I knew for quite some
time now, that she had somehow found out about my little hobby and she had
been a valuable help for me when I started to remodel my house. She managed
to get the construction done in record time, even suggested changes that I
haven't thought of that led me to believe that she knew exactly what type
of environment I was trying to create. Come to think of it, she did appear
rather stern when dealing with other employees, though more so with male
ones.  "Yes, as in that kind of personal." She sighed and looked at the
folders.  "And here I thought you wanted me to enjoy work when you're not
here. I would have liked to have such a nice looking guy at my beck and
call for while. Will you at least bring him in once in a while, so I can
have some fun too?"  "You know I would do almost anything to keep you happy
here. But before we get to that, there is that little problem of an
assistant. I would really like you to take over the running of the office
and hire some help for you. The board of directors is pretty much able to
take care of things and I will be of course spending most of my time at the
office at home. So, why don't you choose one of these guys?"  "An assistant
for my use?" I wasn't sure if that slightly evil smile was supposed to
reassure me, it sure did make me feel sorry for the poor guy who would have
to work for her. And there really wasn't anybody I trusted more than her to
make sure that things ran smoothly when I wasn't in the office.  "They're
all yours, Marcy. Take your time and pick the one you want. They all have
almost the same kind of education and experience, so any of them should be
competent enough to do the job."  "Well, then thank you, Mr. Townsend, I'll
take these folders off your hands and go through them. I'll inform you as
soon as I made a decision and we can talk about it again.  Would that be
alright with you?"  "That would not only be alright, Marcy, but perfect."
She gathered the files from my desk and started towards the door.  "Ah,
Marcy, one more thing though." She stuck her head back in.  "Make sure his
collar and leash are hidden under a suit and jacket, you'll never know who
comes walking in."  I was still laughing after the door was closed with
considerable force.

Finally! All I had left to do for today was to prepare myself for the
interview with my new personal assistant. I opened his file again and
looked at the face with that boyishly cocky grin. I tried to picture how he
would look like when he realized that he had wetted his pants, but all I
could see in my mind was the outline of a nicely developed package, the wet
fabric of his pants clinging to his flesh, showing every dip and curve of
his crotch, exposing him to him to me for the very first time. Without
realizing it I had stroked myself to an erection again. Pictures of how it
would be to have him lay in front of me flashed through my mind: legs
spread, a desperate look on his face while I opened the front of the diaper
he would wear, unwrapping his prick like a present, having it presented to
me in all its beauty, sticking out from his body because of the harness I
would have made for him and all of it for me to use. I had to pull my pants
down again, before I started to come in my pants. I thought about the plugs
I would use to stretch his ass, he would learn to want them in him; craving
the feeling of fullness they would give, stretching him to the fullest. He
would realize over time how careful and deliberate the toys were chosen
just for him: the boy I had waited for.

I started to stroke myself harder now, making sure the underside of my cock
was sliding along my wrist. The feeling was delicious, but my balls were
also in need of some attention. With my other hand I started to massage
them, pulling them away from my body a bit. I felt my stomach muscles
tighten and began to pump myself faster. I let go of my balls and let my
hand wander up my flat stomach towards my nipples. Gently tugging on the
small ring that was pierced through the top at first, then slowly rolling
and twisting it between my thumb and forefinger - just as I liked it. God,
I wished I had more hands than just the two every human was stuck with. But
wait - I large grin appeared on my face - it wouldn't be too long now until
I had four. Playing with my other nipple now I started to speed up my
stroking fist. I had to get some lube even though I was already dripping
pre-cum on the seat of my leather chair. By now my sac wass tightly pulled
in and I couldn't delay getting the lube any longer. Letting go of my
nipple I got it out of the drawer and poured some over my hard-on. With the
lube all over me I just couldn't hold back anymore. I let my fist ride over
the head of my dick and squeezed. I loved the feeling of having my prick
roughly jerked, being squeezed tight and milked, even if I had to do it
myself. My fist never got tired of the repeat motion that was necessary to
have my release. I felt my insides coiling up and then the streams of cum
started to erupt, spilling what I couldn't catch with my palm, on my desk
again. Spurt after spurt came out and I shook with each one. Breathing
heavily now, I ran my thumb over the thick head smearing my cum all over
it. Rubbing my thumb in circles around my now very sensitive piss-slit made
me shudder with the intensity of the almost hurt that evoked. Life was just
fucking great!

After I calmed down again I got up to get a towel out of the
bathroom. Somehow this was becoming a daily routine, getting myself off in
the office, spurting my cum like furniture polish all over my desk. I
glanced guiltily at the polished surface, the gleaming wood reminding me
of...No! I forced myself to think of something else. I couldn't run around
all day in the office with a raging hard-on like a teenager. And even
though I considered myself being in prime condition, I wanted to save my
spunk for the days to come and not make myself waste it just because
thinking of my pet made me horny like a teenager. I sat back down and
started to work on my papers that miraculously had piled up on my desk
again.

Fifteen minutes before the meeting, I called in Marcy and told her to make
some coffee and set up everything for Mr. Walker right here in my
office. It only took her a couple of minutes to bring in a stylishly
elegant thermo and a crystal pitcher with water. I poured the meds into
both of them and left my office to check on Matt. I let Marcy know that I
might be a couple of minutes late and that she was to make sure that
Mr. Walker was taken care of in my office. Yeah, right, he would be taken
care of, although not in a way he could imagine.

In Matt's office I was watching my friend make his last minute
preparations. The metal examination table was a dream made out of chrome
and steel, with leather padding and retractable stirrups. He got it and a
couple of more sophisticated models in Europe where they were used by
gynecologists, but of course he had them modified to his specialized
taste. The patients could be strapped down across the chest; their legs
were placed in the stirrups and fastened with straps over thighs and ankles
which left them totally immobile.  The stirrups could be moved outwards to
obscenely expose the genital area and the bottom could be dropped down to
have perfect access to the ass. The chair could be moved up and down with
an adjustable back-rest for a more convenient positioning of the
patient. If you ask me this was a true wonder of technology if there ever
was one. The more sophisticated versions of the chair were not mobile, had
to be built in and anchored and I was really happy that one of these was
set up in my house waiting for my boy. He would find himself strapped into
it more often than not. It was only fair to give him a slight taste of what
was to be a part of his future beforehand.

By the time Matt and me were done going over everything, it was already 15
minutes after 2. The meds would take effect within 30 minutes and after an
additional 15 minutes lead to a violent reaction that would make Mr. Walker
forcefully empty his bladder and purge his bowels. At this point I wasn't
sure if I could successfully hide my excitement of seeing my diaper slut
humiliating himself for his new Master for the first time. It was like
being on a drug-high thinking about how I would debauch him into total
dependence for even the most basic body functions. He would have to learn
that even emptying his bladder was up to his master.

"Don't forget to give him the injections tomorrow, Matt. He will need
larger balls and little girl tits on that muscled chest. I want to have him
little mounds like a teenage girl has, when she starts hitting puberty. I
would also like you to prepare everything in your clinic for him, so he can
be fitted for the permanent insert and the piercings. We will let him go
home tomorrow, although I thought about offering him a nurse to start
preparing him. Make sure he starts getting swollen nuts immediately, so we
can start the stretching right away. I want those nuts to hang lower than
his cock-head. I want him checked in your clinic within the next three
days."

"Looking forward to it, Peter. I'll see you in a bit."