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   This story is a part of a trilogy (One Week for Stefan Berg, A Perfect
Husband and Another Woman) which is about the young man Stefan, who is
forced into slavery by his cousin and his friends.  If you are underaged or
offended by the following, please don't read further.
   BDSM Bondage Discipline Humiliation Slavery Scat Wet Chastity Diapers
Infantilism Spanking Smothering Body Modification Blackmail Transgender
Forced sex And many more lovely fetishes and stuff!
   If you love it, enjoy!
   I, Mariette Sadine, own this story with its copyright (c).  Please don't
copy or publish it anywhere else without my permission.
   If you love or hate my stories, please email me at
mariettesadine@gmail.com and tell me what you think.  Or if you have
anything else to say.  I love to get emails but without sexual suggestions
if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
   If you want to be kind to me, send some similar stories to me or
pictures and illustrations showing the things inside my stories.
   Love you!
   Mariette
  
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   Chapter 11
   When Nina and I had breakfast that morning, I felt that a new life had
begun.  There was really no reason to protest against her orders and expose
myself to more humiliation than necessary for that was what happened if I
didn't do as she said.  She was my wife, even though I was standing under
her in rank and had to obey her.  If I got used to it then everything would
work just fine.
        And so it was.  During the week that followed, I followed Nina on
excursions and we were on the beach and swam.  As long as I did as she said
and walked two steps behind her all the time wherever we were, I also got
the chance to enjoy life.  Sometimes it was with Thomas and I had to
quietly accept that they had a relationship.  Thomas thought that I was
aroused by the situation and was never slow to exploit it.  But he never
talked to me for Nina had said that he couldn't.  He was hers, not my
company.  When we went to the cafes they sat side by side I had to sit
opposite and not meet Nina's eyes if she didn't demand it.  On the other
hand, the night life was better than sitting unlocked in a hotel room
wearing a diaper and pajamas, which Nina explicitly told me would happen if
I didn't follow her rules.  I also got to find myself to be without my
wallet and therefore no money.  Nina paid for everything, which seemed
strange in the beginning when I saw how the men around us would pay for
that they acquired while the women went to the side and looked beautiful.
Was that what Nina wanted me to be?  A woman?  The woman Karin, I saw
nothing of and I heard Thomas talk to Nina that she was busy with selling
new exercise equipment at several gyms in town.
        The chastity belt had to be used every day and was not taken off.
It would be used all week, Nina had decided and I chose that instead of the
diaper.  And when I ended up dry at night, both to Nina's and my joy, we
both thought that it was due to the chastity belt.  It prevented me from
touching myself and maybe that made my penis less teasing of external
stimulation, as Nina put it.  And we were both satisfied with the solution.
        She had me as a maid on our vacation, maybe as a beginning of what
I knew would be my new life.  During the week in Jamaica, I accepted my
fate to wake her in the morning with breakfast, which I ordered from the
kitchen at the hotel.  I learned what clothes she liked to wear at
different times and give them for her.  Otherwise, there were cleaners who
made the hotel room every day, which meant that I escaped the cleaning,
which would become one of my duties when we came back home from the trip.
        I had to be constantly alert to Nina.  Each missed instruction or
orders could result in a punishment, perhaps even at a public place, she
threatened me with, so I tried to obey as best I could.  Slowly but surely,
I came into the role as her maid, which sounds better than slave, even
though it was such a term which would have fitted better in my situation.
However, I learned to deal with the days and soon it was the last night in
Jamaica.  Thomas would go out to dinner with Nina and I would be left at
the hotel room.       During the day we had gone swimming and bought some
souvenirs to take home to remember the trip.  We ate a big lunch that would
keep me full for a long time.  Back at the hotel Thomas separated from us
and went to his hotel-room to get ready for the evening.  I followed Nina
obediently and walked a few paces behind her.  That very gesture towards
Nina was a way to show respect for my wife and to show I was inferior to
her in rank and importance.  I accepted this and got used to see her back
all the time.
        "In the evening, you should be alone in the room, Stefan," she said
to me when we entered the hotel room and Nina closed the door behind us.  I
stood in front of her and waited for her to give me a task.       "Yes,
Mrs.," I replied and Nina looked down at me.       "What do you think that
means?" She asked with a stern voice.  I knew exactly what she meant.  When
I was alone I would have diapers and diaper pants on me, with the lock. 
     "That I should wear the diaper, Mrs.," I said and she laughed. 
     "Good.  You may put it on by yourself and I'll check that you have
done right and locked the pants," she explained, and went into the bathroom
to shower.  Meanwhile, I hurried to develop a diaper as she instructed me
was in a bag in the closet, plus diaper pants with the padlock.  The key
Nina kept somewhere out of reach for me.  I needed to go to the bathroom
first, and we agreed that I should before the diaper was put on.  There was
good will from her side and I was enormously grateful to her kindness and
generosity.  Then I could have a chance to keep myself dry until she took
it off again.  While Nina was taking a shower I hurried to go to the
bathroom and then I put on my diaper and the diaper pants.  After that, I
lay in bed and waited for her to get ready.
        A moment later I heard the shower stop and Nina came out wearing a
bathrobe with a towel covering her hair.  She came over to my bed and
checked the diaper if it was put properly in place.  Then she locked the
diaper pants.       "Go down on your knees on the floor," she ordered me
and I obeyed her.  She sat down on the bed and leaned back, while she
spread her legs.  She didn't say what I would do, but I put my hands on her
thighs and began licking her between her legs.  She smelled good.  I licked
her inside and her clit while she moaned and enjoyed while it stretched in
the chastity belt, under the diaper.  Soon her breathing increased and she
shook in orgasm.  Naturally, I didn't enjoy it and felt my penis was
growing in its plastic cover and then shrink again of the pain.       "Good
husband," she said as she stood up and walked back into the bathroom again.
Where she put her make up on and made herself ready while I lay on my bed
and waited for her to come out.  I dreamt that I should someday get a real
orgasm and a penis to use more than to have it trapped in a plastic tube.
But perhaps it would remain as a dream.
        When Nina came out of the bathroom, she had still the bathrobe, but
her face was changed with hard makeup with deep red lipstick, almost black
eyes and her face looked almost like a mask.  She was sexy, I thought, but
her body was just for her own enjoyment and for Thomas.  I only got the
honor to touch her when she desired.  I remembered the taste of the semen
that flowed from her that night she made love to Thomas the first time. 
And I was hoping to avoid that experience again.       "I will shortly go
but you're welcome to come with me out on the balcony while I take a
cigarette," she said and walked to the balcony wearing nothing more than a
bathrobe.  I followed her and stood in front of her.       "Sit on my lap,"
she said and I obeyed.  Together we enjoyed the late afternoon sun and the
sounds of the sea.       "I will miss it here," Nina said, and looked at
me.      "Me too, Mrs.," I replied.       "If you are obedient in the
future perhaps we can do more trips together," she said, smoking.       "It
would be an honor for me to go with you, Mrs.," I answered her.  Then we
sat silent.  Nina was smoking and then she gave me the cigarette. 
     "Put it out for me," she said and I did it.
        About fifteen minutes later, Nina was dressed in her fishnet
stockings and leather skirt and white blouse that made her incredibly sexy
but to me she was inaccessible, even though I was actually married to her.
      "Lie down on the bed," she said and took out a leash.  She put it
around my neck and then she attached it at the end of the bed so that I
didn't come loose.  She bent down and kissed my forehead.       "Now I go
and will come home late.  Be nice since," she said and disappeared out the
door and locked it.  I stayed and listened to the sounds of the sea and
could not do much else.  Traffic sounds were reduced by the night sounds
and were later taken over by the partying people that were going to discos
and nightclubs.  The idea of partying was always in my mind, it was still
what I had planned to do during the summer with my friends but nothing had
been what I expected.  I remembered the week Nina abused me before my
parents' tragic and sudden death.  It seemed distant now.  The only one
that existed and took care of me after the fatal accident had been Nina. 
She had been my strength and consolation, and been there when I needed
someone.  Now I wanted to be needed for her instead.  It felt like an honor
to be there for her when she desired.  As a payment for what she has done
for me, despite the humiliation she forced me to endure and her way to
trick me by the inheritance and the house.  But she had not left me and was
not going to do so either, as she promised.  The only option I had was to
stay with her and it was an option, I increasingly began to accept.  The
idea of partying, as I said, became more and more distant, and I realized
that I probably didn't either.  Waking up with a hang over did not attract
me.       And suddenly, when I lay there wearing diapers and diaper pants
with a leash that was attached to the headboard, I found myself smiling a
bit.  I enjoyed life.  There were advantages to my situation.  Although I
would have to work at home I didn't need to go to school any more, or find
a job, I would still know that I got what I needed.  Nina would take care
of my needs and the only thing she asked in return was my full attention
and obedience.  And I could live with that.  So I fell asleep for a while
by the sounds of the sea.  For the last time.  The next day we would go
home and then another life would take over.  Another reality.
        Sometime when the darkness has settled outside the hotel, I woke
up. It was still quiet.  I had no idea what time it was, but the street was
muffled sounds.  It was not the same street life that prevailed when I fell
asleep and the sea song was even more pronounced.  I looked around the room
in darkness.  Was there anyone there?       "Mrs.," I whispered but got no
response.  Where was Nina?  She had said she would come late, maybe she
meant rather early in the morning.  I lay in the darkness and listened for
a while and felt I needed to empty my bladder.  And there was not much to
do that could stop it when the sea noise made me even more in need of
taking a leak.  Soon I felt the liquid flowed out of me down into the
diaper.  And it felt liberating.  So I fell asleep again.
        Nina didn't come back until early morning.  I woke to birdsong
outside the balcony and a garbage truck that buzzed outside the hotel. 
     "Good morning, sleepyhead," Nina chirped.  She was not alone.  When I
opened my eyes I saw Thomas standing behind her and held her around her. 
     "How are you?  Are you dry?" she asked.  It was an insulting question,
but she had put it many times previously, but not in the company of a
stranger.       I looked at her and nodded.       "Then you will be soaked
for a while because I don't have time to change," Nina said, loosened the
grip that Thomas had on her and pushed him down on the bed next to me. 
     "We just want to finish what we started," Nina gasped as she lay on
top of him and kissed Thomas deeply while I watched.  The two quickly
pulled off their clothes and continued to make out while I was lying in the
wet diaper and diaper pants.       "Take off your underwear," Nina almost
screamed and helped him to remove them.  Then she sat up and looked at me.
     "Open wide.  If you spit them out, there will be punishment." I wanted
to refuse but realized I had no choice so I closed my eyes and waited.  The
sweaty underwear was pressed quickly into my mouth and Nina lay back on top
of Thomas and continued with her play.  I saw them and heard their moaning.
Their bodies were sweaty.  The taste of my wife's lover spread in the mouth
while Nina and Thomas played with each other's mouths.  She slid further
down in the bed and took his hard member in her mouth and sucked it while
Tomas caressed Nina's breasts, squeezed, pinched, and she screamed with
pleasure with his cock in her mouth.       I saw how he licked her and she
sucked him at the same time, a position they clearly appreciated and loved.
Occasionally Nina looked at me and grinned, where I slept with her lover's
sweaty underwear between my lips.
        They spent a long time with each other this time.  They teased each
other's bodies and minds to madness, until he finally pressed Nina on her
stomach and took her from behind while she screamed and moaned into the
pillow.  He looked at me and pressed Nina's head down in the pillow so that
she didn't hear anything.       "Do you get horny by the taste of my
underpants while I fuck your wife?" He asked and I saw how he smiled and
continued to fuck my wife and filled her once with his sperm when Nina
shook and screamed out her orgasm.  So he got up and pulled his underwear
out of my mouth.       "I need to bring those with me," he said and put on
his pants and shirt, before he kissed Nina on her neck.       "See you
later, then!" He said and disappeared.  Nina got cautiously out of bed and
smiled at me.       "Would you like to have?" She asked, waiting for me to
answer.  I had only one option and realized that what I chose would be like
her.       "Yes, Mrs.," I replied and she moved over to me and sat on my
face.  It was moist, almost wet, and in her hole I saw something white. 
     "Open and waste nothing," she asked as she pressed her sex on me.  Her
lover's fluids flowed into my mouth and I coughed, but a hand was down over
my mouth and kept there so that nothing would be wasted.  So I swallowed my
wife's lover's sperm.  When she was finished she got up.       "Say thank
you," she demanded.       "Thanks Mrs., for giving me the sperm," I said
with a lump of deep humiliation.  That's how she wanted me.       "Go
ahead. There will be more of that later.  Now we will change you.  Soon the
bus will take us to the airport," she said, and I was unleashed and was
released from the diaper pants and diaper.       "Shower," she said then
and I hurried into the shower while Nina transformed the diaper into a
little package and put it in the trash in the hotel room, just as she did
in the past.  While water poured down over my body, I wondered what the
maid was thinking when she found adult diapers in the trash.  But no one
seemed to have responded significantly to us, and I assumed that they took
care of everything discreetly.
        When I came out of the shower I found Nina on the bed waiting for
me.  She had something in her hand.  A black semi-circular thing in rubber.
I wondered what it was but said nothing because I didn't speak to her. 
Instead, I put myself in front of her and waited for her to give me a
command.  In silence, I realized how submissive I'd become.  I looked up to
her and felt respect for her, my wife made me almost afraid.       "Turn
around and bend over," she said and I obeyed.  Would she do the same thing
as Marianne done?  I heard as she lubricated the black thing and then felt
a pressure to my anus.  I groaned silently as she pressed the item inside
me and let go.       "Stand up," she said then and I obeyed and felt full
of what she had put in me.       "Put on your panties and shorts," she
whispered and I took the clothes that hung on the chair at the balcony
door. It hurt and I felt uncomfortable and I almost cradled forward. 
     "You'll get used to it.  You have to get used to it, otherwise they
will laugh at you," she simply said and walked out onto the balcony to
smoke a cigarette.  I forced my clothes with great effort and constantly
felt as if I needed to poop but it was the thing she stopped in that
affected my intestines.  I waited on the floor in the hotel room until Nina
came in after finishing off the cigarette.       "It's is an anal plug.  It
will stay there till we get home so your anus can stretch out," she said
and I didn't answer.  I just accepted what Nina said.
        A few hours later, we had eaten breakfast and went down with the
bags to the reception.  I never said anything about the anal plug and Nina
didn't either.  I went to pee, as usual, but it also felt strange when the
plug constantly stimulated my prostate, which also her and Marianne's
fingers had done at Marianne's.  Did this thing have the same effect?
        Down at the reception desk Thomas and his colleague Karin waited
and the two greeted us cheerfully, as Nina did.  I nodded but said nothing
when I had no permission to talk.  I wasn't even allowed to open my mouth
on the entire trip home, except when we ate food on the plane.  The plug
teased me all the time but I could not do anything about it.  It was there
and it filled me up.  It was a little bit hard to sit so many hours on the
plane back home when it constantly irritated me and a couple of times I
thought that it was running slightly out of my penis, which it wasn't. 
While it was sometimes nice to feel it inside.  I noticed how sometimes I
rubbed my butt on the seat because it would massage my prostate, but most
of the time I tried to sleep.       When we finally landed Nina said
goodbye to Thomas, but they had apparently already decided to meet again
soon.  I knew nothing and had no reason to know.  It was not until we
stepped outside the airport as Nina spoke to me again.       "From now on
your new life begins, Stefan.  From now on, you must totally comply with
the contract we signed.  You are certainly aware that you have encountered
some changes.  First, I met Thomas and moreover, I will start working
earlier than I originally thought.  Today is Friday and I start working
with Thomas on Monday.  Now you will begin your life as husband and will
have to follow certain rules.  The reason why you have your anal plug you
will be aware of later on," she said when Marianne arrived with the limo
and stopped in front of us.  Here the heat was not as marked as in Jamaica
and I knew how I shivered a bit in my jeans shorts and my pink T-shirt but
I said nothing.       "Do you understand all this?" She asked.       "Yes,
Mrs., but the rules I am not totally familiar with yet, I hope that you
notify me so that I can do right," I replied.       "Correct," she simply
answered when Marianne stepped out with joy in her eyes.       "Welcome
home from the honeymoon.  Has everything been good?" she asked as she took
our bags and put them into the luggage compartment.  Nina nodded and hugged
her.  The two sat down naturally in the front seat while I got to sit back
behind the clear glass pane so that I didn't hear them giggle and laugh. 
Occasionally, I saw Marianne looking at me in the inside mirror and
smiling.
        The concierge greeted us as he did when we went.  I was ordered to
retrieve the card key, while Nina fetched our mail in the post box. 
     "Welcome home again.  Was it a pleasant trip?" the young man asked who
could be my age or younger.       "It was a fully satisfactory," I answered
and got the key card from him.  He looked at Nina when we went over to the
elevators and went up to our apartment.             Once Nina brought the
bags in to her bedroom and ordered me to go into the bathroom and sit on
the toilet bowl.  There I waited for a long time until she came back with a
pile of dirty laundry she put in the laundry basket.       "This needs to
be washed.  Pull down your clothes and get down on all fours," she said
then and I obeyed.  With a plop the plug went out and I could breathe
properly.  It felt as if the entire stomach was emptied of its substance,
and I got permission to do my needs while Nina stood and watched.  After
this I put on my pants again but the jeans shorts had to remain on the
floor.       "And your T-shirt," Nina said and I left it in the laundry
pile as Nina previously left there.       "Open your mouth," she ordered
when I stood up and stood in front of her in only my panties.  I looked
imploringly at her when I understood what she was going to do, and the
thick anal plug was put in my mouth.       "Suck on it until I say so.  In
the meantime you follow me," Nina said and I sucked on the plug as if I was
a big baby and felt the taste of myself while I followed her into my
bedroom.            "As I said earlier, there will be some changes from now
on.  You will change, Stefan, and slowly you will learn to live with it and
also feel comfortable with it," she said and opened the closet.  There was
a bag I had not noticed.  She lifted it up and opened the zip.  I stood on
the floor with the anal plug in my mouth and watched as she picked up a
pair of black tights with small white dots on them, a pair of long white
gloves and something that looked like a molded dress in black and white
patent material with shoulder strap.  Nina held it up for me.  It was
shining.  At the top there was room for breasts but I didn't have any
breasts.  At the bottom of the short dress, which surely would not reach
longer than halfway down my thigh, there was a white lace, as well as on
the short sleeves.  There was a small white apron sewn into the material
and all reminded of a kind of sexy maiden dress, also with white lace.  I
could feel the pulse increased and I felt sick but didn't dare say
anything.      "Well, what do you think?" She said, pulled the anal plug
out of my mouth and looked at me.       I cleared my throat and tried to
get rid of the taste.       "It's nice, Mrs.," I whispered, and felt that I
didn't want to be there, but realized I didn't have much choice.  She put
down the dress on the changing table and then showed me a pair of black
patent leather shoes.       "I ordered more things that evening than the
chastity belt," she said and smiled.  She looked pleased.  It seemed as if
she had me right where she wanted.  Finally, she took something else up I
knew, namely the latex mask she made, and then the wig.       "You
understand what is going on," Nina said, and I nodded.  She wanted me to be
a maid or housekeeper.  I had realized I could work at home and take care
of our home for Nina while she was working but I never thought she wanted
me to wear women's clothing.  But what alternatives did I have?       "Do
you like the outfit?" She asked.  I nodded.       "Yes, Mrs.," I lied. 
     "Good.  Now, you take a shower and then it's time to start working,"
she said and pulled me into the bathroom.       "Get into the shower and
stay there until I come back," she said and handed me some shower cream.  I
took my panties off and got into the shower.  The lukewarm water cooled my
sweaty body as I was thinking back on our honeymoon.  Would I be allowed to
follow her on another trip some more time, or would her future trips be
together with Thomas, her lover?  And why did she want her husband to look
like a woman?  I didn't think but assumed that everything should have an
answer as time passed.  Now I concentrated on getting clean from the trip
and also took the opportunity to rinse my mouth from the taste of what had
been left on the anal plug.  Without the plug, I felt free and light and
hoped that I would avoid it in the future.  But doubts about it gnawed at
me.  She loved to torment me.  She was a sadist, but an amiable one.  If
she hadn't needed me, I would not have been standing in the shower in the
apartment she bought.  Then I would have been out on a park bench without
shelter or food on the table.  I grabbed the shower cream and opened the
bottle.  It smelled extremely feminine, a flowery perfume that spread in
the bathroom, but because Nina gave me this, I found myself in the feminine
smell.  I massaged it over my body and discovered that the hair had not yet
begun to grow after the hair removal.  On my head was, however, a thin
layer of hair and in my face stubble began to appear.  But if I would have
to wear the mask, none of it would be visible anyway.
        When Nina came back after a while, she wearing a pair of short
white tights and a thin white blouse and she glowed.  She looked so fresh
that I was amazed.  Wasn't she tired after the journey?       "Now.  You
smell really good now," Nina said, and asked me to turn off the shower and
step out.  She looked at me while I dried myself in the bath-sheet. 
     "Go on, girl, we have much to do.  Go into your bedroom and put on
your dress, tights and gloves," she said, and I hastened to do as she said.
I reflected not the word she used when she ordered me.  Girl.  I was not a
girl.       In the bedroom on the changing table I found the black and
white dress, gloves, tights, mask and wig.  I took the thin black pantyhose
and pulled them on gently.  I would not have any underwear or lingerie, I
thought, and then put the dress on.  It slipped around my stomach and it
felt as if it shaped me into more like a woman, which I didn't enjoy.  In
addition, it looked as if I had breasts if someone looked at me straight
from the front.  In the end I put on the gloves and waited for Nina. 
     My wife soon came into the room and stood in the doorway.       "Very
good.  You look really cute but we have a little left to do," she said, and
approached me.  She took the mask up.       "Sit on the changing table,"
she said, and I jumped up and sat down.  It felt as if I had to spread my
legs and that all there was visible but I didn't ask her about it.  Maybe
she would give me something later on.       Nina took out a can of talc
from the bag and lubricated my head and face.  Then she put the mask on and
I saw how happy she looked.  The wig was attached and Nina trimmed my hair
until she was satisfied.  She put the shoes on my feet.  When finished she
looked at me critically.       "You could use a little makeup, but not
today.  It may come afterwards ", she told me and I jumped down from the
table.  I stood in front of her and reached her powerful bosom.       "Now
I want you to vacuum the whole apartment," she told me and I nodded. 
     "Yes, Mrs.," I said and left the bedroom to find the box where the
vacuum cleaner was.  It took a while but I found it eventually and started
working.       Meanwhile, I saw Nina unpacking some boxes in the kitchen
and put some glasses and crockery in the cupboards.       When she was
finished I still had to vacuum the floors while Nina went and sat on the
sofa in the living room.  She picked up an envelope that had arrived
earlier in the mail and opened it.  I tried to watch but didn't see what it
was.  After that she started up her computer.
   While I was finished with my vacuum cleaning I had dried the floors,
Nina was sitting at the computer and giggled and laughed a bit.  It felt as
if our gender roles were reversed.  Or maybe it was me who was full of
prejudice and felt it was the woman who should clean and wash.  Life was
quite strange.       The floor in the living room was the last I dried and
when I was finished I felt sweat running under the mask but didn't dare
complain.       I washed the mop and mop bucket, put away the dust-vac in
the cleaning cupboard where it seemed to fit, and then I went out in the
living room and stood in front of Nina.  She wrote something on the
computer before she looked up at me.       "Good girl.  Now I'm thirsty. 
Get me something to drink, like a glass of white wine and then do the
washing," she said and continued to write on the computer.  She expected
nothing but obedience from me and I did as she said.  In the wine cooler, I
found a bottle of wine that I opened and poured into a glass.  The kitchen
standard measures were high and I had to use a small kitchen ladder that
Nina had put in the kitchen, to reach all the cupboards.  For her it was no
problem and I felt very small.  She didn't even look up when I came in with
the glass and put it on the table beside the computer, without looking at
what she did.  So I left her and went to the bathroom to get the laundry
she put in the washing basket and carried it to the laundry room.  The
tiredness after the trip made me get ready as soon as possible so I could
get going to bed.  While the washing machine was working in the laundry
room, I went out into the living room.  It sounded like she was talking to
someone.  Nina was still using her computer.  In the distance I could see a
picture of Thomas.  She chatted with him.  I went over to her and stood in
front of her.  She looked up after a while.       "Well, how's it going?"
Nina asked.       "I wash right now, but Mrs., can I go to bed when the
washing is finished." She nodded.       "Hang the laundry first.  Then come
back to me.  But first, sit on my lap," she said and I sat with my legs on
either side of one of her thighs.  Nina apparently chatted using the webcam
and I saw Thomas live face in front of me.  First I tried to get away
because he saw me in the camera and laughed, but Nina stuck my arms behind
my back with one hand.       "I want to show her to you," Nina said, and I
realized that she could talk into the microphone and he heard everything
Nina said.  Thomas laughed.       "She's cute," he said.  I turned my head
away, but Nina put a hand over my mouth and forced me to look into the
camera.       "We got the wedding pictures today.  I'll mail them to you,
you will see how good they are," she said as she sat and held me in her
lap.      "Sounds fun!  What a wonderful discipline, you use on the girl,"
he said and laughed while I tried to get away from my wife's humiliating
approach.       "She is learning all the time," Nina said, and pressed my
back against her so that I was pressed against her chest as she continued
to talk to Thomas.  In the end, when the sweat in the mask became
unbearable, she let me go.       "Now I believe that the laundry is
finished," she said, and I hurried when I heard Nina and Thomas laugh.
        I was hanging laundry as I had been instructed and then went back
to the living room and stood some distance away from Nina, afraid that she
would again put me on her lap again.       "Yes?" She said, but just didn't
look at me but on the computer.       "I'm ready now, Mrs.," I said.  She
said nothing.  She was not talking to Thomas anymore, but did something
else.       "Excellent," she said after a moment and looked at me, "then
you can go into the bedroom and take your clothes off and instead put your
pajamas on," she said and I obeyed immediately.  I looked forward to sleep
a few hours.       I removed all my clothes in my bedroom and hung the
clothes neatly in the closet.  Then brushed my teeth and went back to the
bedroom and waited for Nina.       She came after a moment and stood in the
doorway.       "Good.  Pajamas are on.  Can you keep dry in the night so
you don't need diapers?," she said, and came and picked me up and put me
down in the crib.  Why did I not have a normal bed?  But I dared not
question her, so I accepted my berth.  However, she didn't lock the roof.
     "Tomorrow morning I expect you to get up and make breakfast for me at
eight o'clock.  There is a clock radio at the chest of drawers here," she
said and showed it," it is set to wake you at half past seven, and then you
have half an hour to put yourself in the same clothes you had today.  The
mask may remain as the wig.  Then I'll write a list in the kitchen what I
want for breakfast.  Understand?  I want you to come in with a tray in the
bedroom to me at exactly eight o'clock.  "      "Yes, Mrs.," I replied
simply, and she disappeared out of my room.  I lay a moment on my back and
listened.  Nina busied with something in the kitchen and then I heard the
phone rang, and how she talked and giggled.  Perhaps it was Thomas who
called.  And I fell asleep with my wife's voice in my ears.
  
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