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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!
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if it is not ideas to more stories of course...
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   Chapter 2
   The morning after the funeral, I awoke to the sun's first rays as they
shone through the window.  They found the road between the blinds of metal
discs and tickled me in the eyes.  I stretched myself and yawned.  For a
moment I felt pretty good after what happened.  Yet it felt like something
was wrong.  Very wrong.
   It was wet in the bed.  At first I thought it was a water leak and to
find the fault I let my gaze search over the roof above me.  So I turned a
bit and realized that the leak came from somewhere else.
   Nina was sleeping.  Her breathing was heavy and steady and she was lying
with her back to me.  Horrific thoughts filled me.  Memories of what
happened during the week before my parents' car accident.  Images floated
before my eyes, where I remained bound wearing a diaper in a crib.  I shook
my head and fought to remove the thoughts.
        Gently I pushed the blanket down on the floor and got me out of
bed. Nina was still breathing heavily.  She slept deeply.  The blanket was
wet and a big wet stain spread on the sheet on my side.  Damn, I thought.
It couldn't be true.  I was 18 years old and could not possibly urinate in
bed.  A sense of humiliation flashed through my body and my senses.  I
would have to wake Nina up.  It was impossible to hide this.  So I pulled
my wet underwear off and they sneaked down to the laundry and put
everything in the washing machine.  Then I washed myself fast, pulled on a
pair of shorts and then went back upstairs to the bedroom.       " Nina," I
whispered, and she grunted before she opened her eyes and looked at me. 
     "Mmmm," she yawned in response.       "There has been an accident. 
Can you help me?" Nina was suddenly wide awake.       "What has happened,
Stefan?" She asked anxiously, and sat up.  Then she saw the sheet behind
her.  A concern expression was awakened in her eyes.       "My little
friend, it may have to do with the grief.  Maybe you slept restlessly?" She
thought as she stood up and tore off the sheet and the duvet and went down
with it in the laundry room without saying anything.
   I was ashamed and didn't know what to do.  Could I have been injured by
what she had done to me before?  Or was it the grief of Mum and Dad?  The
washing machine pumping and buzzing was heard from downstairs.  When Nina
came back from the laundry room she looked thoughtful.       "It doesn't
matter.  It will be all right, Stefan," she said simply and put new sheets
and blankets out of the closet.       "I apologize.  It was not the
intention.  I have no idea how it happened," I tried to explain.       "I
think it is related to your grief.  We will arrange it," she said
comfortingly as she made the bed again.
        A moment later we sat in the kitchen and ate breakfast in silence.
Nina drank her coffee and had sandwiches while I drank a glass of milk and
a toffee sandwich.  So after a while she looked up at me from the magazine
she was reading.       "What happened in the bed was an accident, Stefan.
But if it happens again we must be doing something about it ", she simply
said.  I nodded and felt ashamed.       "It looks like I may stay here a
while," she then said, and finished her coffee.  So, I shuddered in my
body. The memories reminded of what she did with me earlier.       I
pondered and then courageously decided tosort this out.       " Nina, what
you did to me that week.  It is forgotten now, huh?  "I asked, trying to
make my voice steady.  She looked at me.       "I have saved the photos, if
you remember them," she said, staring at me.       "But what happened in
the past is history, right?" I said hesitantly.  Nina laughed.       "Of
course.  What I worry about is just what happened in bed.  But hopefully it
was just a one-off ", she said, and then we talked no more about it during
the day that followed.
        Instead, we devoted ourselves to work.  While I started going
through the books on a bookshelf Nina called the waste company and ordered
a container.  When she was finished she came into the living room. 
     "They'll bring a container in the afternoon.  In the meantime, we will
go over here and clean books and papers." We went through room after room,
tossed, saved and recalled.  There was so much my parents had built up over
the years, both debris and finer things.  What would I do with everything?
Unable to throw how much of this was the memories I had of my parents. 
Solitude cut into me like machetes, although Nina was always there as a
consolation.
        I was ashamed of what happened in bed and hoped it would be just a
onetime event when things might otherwise derail and lead to a catastrophic
situation.  I didn't want to go back to where I was before, locked in a cot
with lockable roof, diapers and rompers.  I hated Nina for that, but since
my parents died, she had not mentioned it at all.  The events were memories
and history, not today and I was hoping it would remain.  Perhaps she got
her revenge and was pleased with it.
        Nina was a strong woman.  Her body a few years ago was fat and now
she wasbuilt by only muscles and much stronger than I was, as she proved
during the week, she held me prisoner.  It meant that I was submissive to
her, even though I was a man and she a woman.  But as it was now it was
just a fact.  Some people are longer and stronger, others short and
disappointing.  I was unfortunately of the latter type, and could only
accept it.       Nina moved and disassembled furniture that would not be
retained.  When the life insurance on my parents would be paid, there would
be plenty of money to buy new furnishings and probably I would sell the
house and find an apartment, perhaps far away from the little small town I
lived in.  It would be exciting to move to a city apartment in town.  Where
I could create a new life, a life of my own, and forget the past.  The
question was just where I would move and what to do.  Because solitude
frightened me.
        When we sat during a break in the kitchen, I wondered aloud. 
     " Nina, where will I go when I sell the house?  What would you do?  "I
asked.  Nina looked at me and smiled.       "I would probably take the
money and buy an apartment somewhere and live life high.  And perhaps
further my studies and find a good job without having to worry so much
about money.  ," she replied, looking dreamily out the window.  I tried to
see myself in that situation.  Be my own self,.  But I was scared of the
idea.  It didn't attract me.  To see myself sitting alone in an apartment
somewhere with lots of money but nothing to do was nothing I looked forward
to.
        The day went slowly forward.  Lunch became afternoon and late
afternoon a truck came with a large container that with a crash was
unloaded and placed on the lawn outside the house.       "Excellent.  Now
we can clean for real," Nina noted and carried out items that should no
longer exist.  The neighbors watched but no one came and said something or
helped.  They looked at me as if I was a stranger, an alien.  And
loneliness grew even larger.
        As evening approached and the sun disappeared behind the villas
well-kept gardens and facades, we sat down in the living room couch and
drank tea that Nina had prepared, and an hour later we went to bed again.
And before I fell asleep, I was careful to try to empty my bladder as best
I could, to avoid another accident in bed.  And the last thing Nina said
was a quiet,      "We hope that you can stay dry the whole night.  You are,
after all 18 years." Then she kissed me on the cheek, turned around and
went to sleep.
   During the night I dreamed of water, which rippled.  Healthy waterfalls,
swirling rapids and great oceans, the waves brought me in and out of
consciousness borderland.  I was on a beach, and ran near the shore.  And
no way I understood then that this was a warning sign.  I should have
listened to my body signals and awakened.  And when I woke up, after the
day dawned, and the newly awakened birds sang their tribute to the morning,
it was already too late.  The accident had occurred.  And I didn't
understand why.  What was happening to me?  Because I had never in my life
peed in bed before in this way.  Not since I was a little child.
        Nina was asleep and I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could. 
But what was to come was inevitable.  Unable to hide because we slept in
the same bed.  A tear ran down my cheek.  So I did what I had to.       "
Nina," I whispered and stood by her side of the bed.  She woke up and
looked at me.       "What is it, Stefan?" She asked, and then lay down on
her back and probably felt the wetness because she turned quickly back
again and stood up.       "Wow.  You've done it again," she said with a
hoarse voice drunk with sleep and her facial expression changed.  I just
nodded.       "Sorry.  I don't know how it could happen," I replied simply.
Nina sighed and pulled up the sheets and covers in bed.       "Don't worry,
Stefan.  There is certainly nothing wrong with you.  Presumably, it is
about concern for what happened with your parents and all that.  But I can
call a doctor if you wish.  "      I didn't want to see a doctor. 
Hopefully it was just temporary.       "No, please don't.  It's not
necessary," I said gently.  It would have been very embarrassing to see a
doctor and tell him that I, an 18-year-old man, peed in the bed. 
     "Then let it be," Nina said, and disappeared out of the room and
carried away the bundle of laundry.  I heard how she started the washing
machine, was away for a while and then come back.  I stood on the floor and
didn't know what to do.  A lump filled my throat.  When I heard steps in
the hall I realized it would be a change.
        Nina looked worried when she came back from the laundry room. 
     "Daniel, I am afraid we have to do something about this.  Come with
me," she said and took my hand.  It felt a bit degrading.  As if I was a
child.        "I can go by myself," I grumbled, but realized that there was
no point in fighting.  She was stronger than I and she almost pulled me
through the hall off to the bathroom.       "Start by cleaning yourself,"
she said and asked me to step down in the bathtub while she put the stopper
and turned on the water.       " Nina, forgive me.  It was not deliberate,"
I sobbed, but Nina just smiled back.       "I'll help you, Stefan.  Don't
worry," she simply said and politely but firmly pushed me down into the hot
water.  Off the shelf at the wash basin, she took a bottle of which I knew
since the week of captivity, and briskly, I tried to get out of the water
because I knew what the substance did with my skin.       "Stay down.  It
is best to do this.  It is for your own sake, Stefan," Nina said, and
poured the liquid down into the bathwater.  Depilatory-dye.  I didn't
understand at all why.  Just when the hair on my body started to grow back,
it would be removed again.  But I accepted it, because what else could I
do. There was like no point to protest when she wanted to help me.
        "I'll just arrange a few things I'll soon be back again," Nina
said, and disappeared through the bathroom door.  I stayed in the warm bath
water while I heard Nina disappeared through the front door.  Maybe she
fetched the morning paper, I thought, and heard her return after a while.
She walked up the stairs and into a room.  My old bedroom was empty.  I had
not wanted to sleep alone after my mother and father died, so therefore I
had not used my own room.  Now it seemed like Nina put down something in
there.
        Fifteen minutes later, Nina came back and told me to get up. 
     "Sit down on the toilet seat," she said and I did as she told me to.
She did, after all, help me and her voice sounded nice.  Then she took out
a razor and shaving foam and slipped into my head and my face.  The same
thing she had done once before, that week ...       "This is for your own
sake, Stefan.  We will arrange that everything will be fine," she said
kindly before she shaved my head and the face.  Soon I was clean shaven. 
She dried me and caressed my face.       "But why do you need to shave it?"
I wondered and looked up at my cousin.       "Because it might help you.  I
read it online.  Change after a shock can be positive and this is of course
a small change.  Come with me now," she said and took my hand.  Then I went
with her to my old bedroom and realized that she really cared about me.  I
felt safe with her.
        "Now you'll get some new clothes," she said, and opened a large bag
that was standing on the floor.  A bag she had apparently recovered, as I
lay in the bathtub.        "How nice that this old stuff can be used again,
Stefan," Nina said, laughing when she began to poke among the things that
lay in the bag.       "What things?" I asked when she took up a package of
adult diapers.       "Why do you put out those?" I asked, since when Nina
didn't respond.       "It allows you to sleep dry," Nina said, looking down
on me when she got up and stood before me with a diaper in her hand.  She
was a giant, an Amazon, and I felt like a child, naked and hairless. 
     "If you think it will help, Nina," I whispered, forcing back the
tears. I had no choice.  She closed the door behind us and locked it and
then went back to her bag and pulled out the romper she had once sewed for
me, plus the mittens she made, and a great pacifier.       "No, Nina,
please, we might well skip that.  It is not necessary, I promise to try to
keep myself from peeing again," I pleaded, but realized the futility of
protest.       "Lie down on the bed like a good boy, Stefan," she simply
said in a friendly voice and I obeyed reluctantly.        While Nina
fetched things and put them on the bed, I lay down on my stomach and waited
for what would inevitably happen.       "I want to sleep a little longer
and because I don't want no more accidents, I have to do this, I hope you
understand," Nina said and put a diaper under me and applied talcum powder
over my butt.  I nodded.  It was cruel and degrading but she was friendly
and did it for me too.  Maybe it could help with the diaper.       " Nina,
I don't need to have that romper and gloves?  Is it not enough with the
diaper?" I wondered.  But Nina sighed.       "You want me to help you?  Or
should we call the doctor immediately," she said simply.       "No doctor,"
I prayed and sobbed.  Nina took the key and pressed it into my mouth and
strapped it behind my head, before she went on to secure the diaper and
then pulled the romper on me.  After she put on the old disgusting mittens
that I could not move my hands in.       "Great.  Finished!  I'm sorry I
have to do this but it is as much for your sake as for mine.  It'll work,
Stefan.  You only need to get dry again," she said comfortingly before she
picked me up in her arms and carried me into the bedroom where she laid me
down on the mattress.  I didn't like that she carried me.  It made me feel
even smaller than I was but she kept me tight and I felt safe in her arms.
After she took a clean sheet and began to make the bed on her side of the
bed.       "If you can stay dry now you can sleep in my bed.  Or else, we
try to solve this otherwise," Nina said, while she clearly made up her bed.
I prayed silently that I would not urinate more, and tried to move in the
romper.  It was tight and I felt uncomfortable, but the pacifier stopped
every opportunity to complain.  Nina lay down on her side of the bed,
pulled the blanket over herself and turned to me.       "Go to sleep a
little bit longer.  It's still very early," Nina said, and patted me on the
cheek.  And soon both Nina and I felt asleep.
        A few hours later I awoke by Nina lifting me out of bed.       "Now
it's time for breakfast," she said, holding her hand under my butt and the
other over my back while she carried me down in the kitchen downstairs. 
Suddenly, I felt even smaller than I was.  To be carried by my cousin felt
degrading, like my outfit.  But hopefully it would not last for long.  Not
another week in hell, I thought.  It was, after all, that I would stop
urinating in bed.  Hopefully this would resolve itself quickly.  But I
didn't like that she put the romper on me, the soother and mittens.  It
felt very unnecessary.  When we got down to the kitchen she put me on a
chair and went to the kitchen counter to prepare breakfast.       "Vffmmm"
I tried, but realized that the dummy prevented me from talking.  Nina
turned around and laughed.       "I understand you think this is tedious
but it might help you so that we don't need to consult a physician." And I
sat quietly in the chair and waited for Nina to prepare breakfast.  When
she came back she had a cup of coffee in her hand, but nothing forme.  She
sat down opposite me and smiled.       "If you pee in the bed you will need
gruel so that's what you will get.  I will soon fix it for you.  Good thing
I have not thrown something from the week we last used it," she giggled and
then took out her cell phone.  I stared at her helplessly..  She had been
helpful and loving.  It had worked so well.  She had helped me with
everything that was needed for my parents' death.  And now this.  She
dialled a number and waited while she looked at me.  Someone answered and
Nina lit up.       "Sara, how fun!  How are you?" she said and I could feel
my courage sink.  Sara, my former girlfriend who had jointly taken care of
me, humiliating me, along with Nina.  I had not seen her since that week.
     "Mmmmffhhh," I whined, but to no avail.  The pacifier was glued in my
mouth.       "I was going to ask you about one thing.  Stefan's parents are
of course gone now and he is here alone with me.  I wonder if you'd like to
come over and help to clean at home." She waited.  I snatched the mittens
but was helpless and motionless.       "Wonderful!  See you in a minute
then," Nina said and finished the call.  Then she looked at me again. 
     "Sarah will come over.  It is nice, isn't it!  She's going to help
here while you crawl around on the floor." I could not possibly accept that
Nina rooted in my parents' things and protested, but she just laughed
happily at my helplessness.       "I know you think this is hard but we
must do this now because you cannot be dry.  Now it's time to eat," she
said and stood up.  Away at the kitchen bench, she prepared a bottle of
gruel, which she then came back with.  Nina sat down beside me on a chair
and removed the pacifier.  I opened my mouth to protest against the
unreasonable treatment, but was silenced by the bottle rubber hooter and
the taste of gruel filled my mouth.       "Drink now and be a good boy
until Sara will come," she said, holding the bottle so I had to swallow it
all down.  When the bottle was empty she wiped me with the back of her hand
and walked away with the bottle.       "So, now you can crawl around on the
floor while I was beginning to clear a bit here," Nina said.  Helplessly, I
was lifted down from the chair and fell on the floor where I tried to get
up but as she sewed the suit one size too small, I could not andfell back
to the floor.  Reluctantly crouched for Nina to see what she did.  She
walked out into the hall and put her shoes on.       "Don't worry.  I'll
get back soon.  Got to get some stuff from the garage.  As you will recall,
I of course screwed everything apart foryour parents to come home but now,
we can assemble it again.  Good, huh?  "
        Then she disappeared out the front door and I sat on the floor and
tried to get off my mittens.  But it was not possible with that effort. 
They were locked and the hands inside immobile.  What would happen now? 
What did she do to me?  And Sara would be here?  It was just not ok.  So I
got an idea.  The teat remained at the kitchen table.  She had not put it
back in my mouth again.  So I crept away to the kitchen and grabbed the
phone in the charger on the wall.  Maybe I could call Sara and say that she
didn't have to come ...       It was difficult and clumsy, but I managed to
bring down the handset.  The problem was pressing the right buttons. 
Desperate, I listened for Nina but only heard rattling sounds in the
garage. I was unable to push any buttons.  Every time I tried several
numbers were printed in at once and I gave up.  I felt I was close to
tears.
        After a while, Nina came back with a couple of large boxes that she
carried up to my bedroom.  I managed to sneak the phone back up in the
charger, and then crawling up the stairs and looked into.  Nina turned
around.       "Come on in and sit and watch while I make up your bed
again," Nina said enthusiastically as she packed up the contents of the
boxes and put the parts out on the floor.       " Nina, dear, don't do
this. I'm 18 and have just lost my parents in a car accident.  Let me be
free.  Let me be who I am," I asked her.  Nina just laughed.       "I will
let you be who you are.  You are a baby who wets the bed at night and you
have to accept that you will treated as one.  But remember that it is only
until you're dry.  I think this can help both you and me.  In addition, a
baby doesn't talk," she muttered and disappeared into the kitchen and
quickly came up again with the pacifier in her hand.       "Open wide," she
said and started pushing the teat between my lips and strapped it behind my
head.
   While I sat on the floor wearing a diaper, rompers and mittens with a
pacifier in my mouth Nina assembled the crib and then the changing table
that was packed in the second box.       "I realized that it would be like
this, Stefan.  You are not mature enough to cope with yourself," she said
while she prepared my room to the same appearance it had been during the
past weeks that summer, before my beloved parents should have come back
from their vacation.  And I could only sit helplessly and watch.  My life
was again about to change.  And I was just a puppet in this change.  The
one who ruled was Nina, my own cousin.       "I proved that already, when
your parents died.  You didn't think and I had to arrange for both the
lawyer and all the paper work.  How would you be able to cope alone with
all this?  " she said as she screwed up the furniture.
        After a while seated, I knew how it began to be full in the
bladder. It could not be true.  But normally, I had just gone to the
bathroom to urinate.  As ordinary people at my age used to do. 
     "Mmmfffhhhgghh", I tried pointing to the diaper to get Nina to
understand that I didn't want to play anymore.  But she only shook her head
as she put down her chisel and set up the changing table in place. 
     "You can pee in the diaper," she said and continued with what she was
doing.  And I felt I could no longer hold.  A heat spreading between my
legs when the pee ran out into the thick padding, and I just wanted to cry
but kept me from that humiliation.
        When Nina was ready with the changing table and bed, she came over
to me on the floor and lifted me up.  Deliberately pushed a little extra on
my butt so that the pee pressed against my skin.       "Now it's time for a
little nap while mom Nina is working for a while.  You get yourself ready
now while I continue to clean.  You've still only watched while I have
thrown books and papers so I probably will get along fine without you for a
while." So she lifted me up off the floor and carried me away to the crib
and opened the lid and then forced me down on the thin mattress.       "Go
to sleep for a while.  Or some-thing," she said and closed the roof on the
bed and locked it with a padlock.  Then she vanished out of the room and
shut the door behind her.
        In the distance I heard it rattlingsounds from the bottom floor. 
Then the sounds echoed between the container walls.  She just could not do
this.  She couldn't throw my things.  That which belonged to my family. 
Then I fell asleep, crying and sobbing in my prison.
  
A Perfect Husband 2