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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!
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   Chapter 3
   I must have slept deeply because when I was awakened by Nina opening the
ceiling to the bed, the sun shone strongly through the window.       "Time
to wake up, sleepyhead," Nina said, lifting me up and off to the changing
table.       "We must change you until Sara comes, mustn't we," she said
and dropped me on my stomach and pulled the romper off.  It was impossible
to get it off, because it was locked on the back.  Then she removed the
diaper and washed me clean.       "Now I have begun to reveal.  The postman
arrived a moment ago, by the way, and it is a small paper you need to sign
to the lawyer.  So I will take off your mittens so you can sign it.  All
right?" she said and put on a new diaper before she closed the romper
behind my back.  I just nodded and waited for her to help me down.
        Nina picked me up in her arms and carried me down to the kitchen,
where I got a new shock.  There stood the child seat used in the week, she
held me captive.  I tried to get away from her arms, but realized it was
useless.  She just held me harder.       "Sit down now and I'll restrain
you a bit.  Since it is difficult to move the romper I want you to sit
safely and not fall down.  Then you can hurt yourself and I don't want
that," she said and pushed me down on the chair and fastened a belt around
the waist so that I didn't get loose.  Then she undid my mittens.  I tried
to get quick access to the pacifier and remove it but Nina slapped my hands
away.       "No, no.  You don't' write with the pacifier.  The pen should
be in your hand, not in your mouth," she said, and I grunted in response
and grabbed the pen on the table.  Nina picked a number of papers which she
laid before me and showed where I could sign.  I didn't read them.  At the
top was the name of a lawyer and a logo and I assumed it was the paper from
the lawyer.       "Sign it and the inheritance will be transferred to your
account tomorrow," Nina said.       I signed up on the lines where my name
was, and then Nina quickly switched to the next paper and I signed it and
then she took the pen away from me.  Nina took it quickly and took care of
the papers which she put in an envelope.       "There you go.  Now it is
finished." She looked happy.  Almost evilly happy.  And I would understand
why later on.  The mittens were put on my hands again and I was
re-imprisoned.
        After a while the doorbell rang.  I panicked.  I didn't want to let
Sara see me in this state again but I could not do anything.       "Oops.
Is she already here," Nina said, and hurried away to the front door to
open. I heard voices and laughter, and soon Sara and Nina appeared in the
kitchen.  Sarah first looked sadly at me.       "But why did you do that
with him.  He doesn't need that, does he?  It was so sad with his
parents",Sara said, and came over to the chair where I sat.       "He has
peed in the bed for two nights now and I thought it might help him if he
had something else to think about.  It's uncomfortable with a diaper so
maybe he can get away with peeing that way," Nina explained and Sara nodded
in understanding and looked at me.       "Mmmffhhhh" I tried and felt the
anger flowing through the body, but it sounded just ridiculous.  Sara
removed the pacifier behind my neck and placed it on the table.       "No,
you don't need to talk now, either," she said and stroked my cheek.  Her
hand smelled of cigarettes and perfume.  The same perfume she used to have
when we were together.  Now she was up with Beppo.       "What a sad story
with your parents.  But it's lucky that Nina is here so she can take care
of you now," Sara said.       "Let me go.  It is enough now.  I mourn my
parents and you will agree pmmmffhhgg" I cried when Sara put her hand over
my mouth.       "Not good for babies to become so upset.  Calm down now,
little buddy," Sara said, still holding her hand over my mouth.       "You
should be a good little baby, shouldn't he, Nina?" Sara said, looking at my
cousin who was standing some distance away and smiled.       "You are
absolutely right.  Otherwise, it's the pacifier again and it's not so fun.
We don't have to make this worse than what it is," Nina said, nodding to
Sara to let me be.  The hand disappeared and I breathed.       "Oh, come on
now, Stefan.  This is for your sake, I have said it a thousand times.  I do
it because you don't have to get into more accidents, and for that we
should not have to call the doctor," my cousin said in a friendly tone and
Sara walked over to her.       "Thanks for coming.  I thought you would
like to take care of Stefan today while I clean at home.  The house will
probably be sold eventually." I sat quietly and didn't dare open my mouth
in fear of what would happen.  It felt as if I was going to lose sight of
everything.
        "I am happy to help," Sara said, looking at me.  As if she felt
sorry for me.  Didn't she take any notice that I was still mourning my
parents?  This was awful.  I wanted the police to notify them but at the
same time, I realized that it would not lead to anything.  What would I
say? That my cousin forced me to have rompers and pacifier and diaper?  My
situation was hopeless.  Moreover, she once took pictures of me which was
still in Nina's hands.  That put everything in a completely different
situation.  And perhaps this could help.  I was not too happy for the
diaper, and maybe I could get rid of it if I didn't pee in the bed no more.
     "Excellent.  Then I will start working and you may take care of Stefan
and play with him for a while?  " Nina said, and disappeared off into
another part of the house while I sat there, strapped in the chair.
        Sara came over to me and undid the belt.  Then she lifted me up and
put me down on the floor.  I hated when she did it but I had no real
choice.      "What should we do now, Stefan?" Sara thought and looked at me
as she stood and looked down at me.  She was taller than I but not as tall
as Nina.       I looked up at her with a beseeching look.       "Please
Sara, let me go.  I cannot let Nina throw things but I know what it is she
discards.  It is still mine and my parents 'possessions', I asked and she
looked seriously at me.  Then she bent down and grabbed over my arms and
lifted me to my face came level with hers.       "Stefan, you don't decide
anything right now.  Nina is in charge now and takes care of things for
you, right?  " she simply said and then let me down on the floor again.
        What scared me most was the fact that this time there was no
deadline.  Last time the torture and humiliation had lasted barely a week,
since my parents would then come home again.  Now there was no one who
would miss me and wonder what I did.  No one who would come home and be
able to reveal everything.  It rumbled in my stomach.  I needed to go to
the bathroom.  Must be the gruel, I thought.       "Sara, I have to go to
the bathroom," I asked.       She bent down and pressed the rompers output
rear.       "You've got a diaper.  Use it.  Convenient, huh!  " she said
and sat down on a kitchen chair.       "Come here," she ordered, pointing
at the floor in front of her.  I fought against what was about to come into
the diaper.  Okay I had pee in it but to do something else, it was just too
much.       "Now," she said, raising her voice and I crept away and sat in
front of her.  It felt humiliating to sit on my knees in front of my
ex-girlfriend but I was in a hurry now.  Perhaps she would let me go and I
would get to the bathroom in time.       "Please, I need to actually
ggmmmffhhhh," I said before she leaned, forward and put her hand over my
mouth and looked me in the eye.  Her face was so close I could feel the
smell of her skin.  Her eyes glittered.  I panicked.       "Poop now," she
whispered and giggled as she held her left hand over my mouth.  I tried to
move me back but she quickly put her other hand behind my head and held me
there while I fought against my noisy stomach.       "Poop then," she
almost screamed when I heard Nina turn on the stereo in the living room and
my complaint was drowned in Sara's palm and the music streaming out of the
house walls.  She forced me to meet her eyes when I could not keep me any
longer and felt the diaper in the end was filled with a warm mess and Sara
laughed out loudly and took her hand away from my face when I was finished.
     "Was it nice?" She asked, and then kicked me lightly on my stomach so
I fell backwards on my back and felt the mess spread over my buttocks. 
     "Can you imagine how I've been looking forward to seeing you like this
again, Stefan.  I almost missed it.  As Nina would go home, I thought it
would never happen again but then your parents died and Nina stayed here!
Is it not a miracle, so tell me," she said, smiling happily.       "The
summer is long and we will have so much fun!" she fantasized while she
looked at me trying to turn myself around so I didn't lie on my back with
the mess which would solidify slowly over my skin.  I managed to sit up on
the floor.       "Please, I need to change this.  I didn't think it would
be needed to wear the diaper all the time," I said, and Sara got up from
the sofa.       "Where is that fucking soother, she thought and found it on
the table.  I tried to crawl away but Sara grabbed my romper and held me
there while she put the pacifier in my mouth and strapped it.       "It's
so tiring to hear you whining.  I will change you when I feel like it.  Not
a second earlier," she said.
        I sat on the kitchen floor and could not do much else.  Nina was
somewhere and threw my family's things away and I felt a deep sorrow and
fear that I was losing everything I owned.
         From the living room I heard Nina was singing to the music while
she carried things out of the house and threw in the container.  I wanted
to crawl over there and stop her but knew that Sara would prevent me from
it.  She was a babysitter, a prison guard who would keep an eye on me while
Nina emptied my home of my stuff.       She was not supposed to do so.  I
wanted to be with her and determine what would be discarded and what
memories of my parents would be saved.  It was not going to be like this.
While Sara was staring at the ceiling, I began to crawl out from the
kitchen.       "Where are you going, then?" Sara said, and rose from her
chair when she saw how I crept away over the floor.  I hurried on, and
almost threw me out of the hall but Sara caught up to me and lifted me up
off the floor.  I protested and threw my arms wildly while Sara carried me
up the stairs and into my bedroom.       "You shall not interfere with Nina
now.  If you can't be quiet, we must think of something else.  Time to get
some sleep, maybe?" Sara suggested and carried me away to the crib.  I
screamed in the teat when she lifted me down in bed and closed the ceiling
and locked it.       "Now you stay here and be a good boy so that Nina can
work alone," Sara said grimly and disappeared out of the room.  I was
forced to sit on the mattress while the poop dried in the diaper.  Sara
called at Nina and disappeared down the stairs to the living room.
        After a while, Nina and Sara returned to the bedroom.  Nina looked
sweaty.       "I heard you were disobedient.  It was not meant that you
would need to be unlocked and behave like a baby, Stefan.  You wear a
diaper because you would learn not to urinate in bed.  You must understand
that you must try to help as well.  Not behave like a baby just because you
have those clothes on you.  But since you're still sitting there, I have
something to tell you, Stefan.  "
   I nodded.  Felt a lump in my throat when I realized that nothing had
changed, except that my parents were no longer alive.  Nina was clearly not
satisfied with what she exposed me to during that week before the accident.
She apparently wanted to humiliate me even more and I didn't understand how
I managed to trick myself into this again.       "Do you remember those
papers that you had to sign at the kitchen table?"      I nodded and
realized that I was taking everything and would soon be financially
independent.  Soon, I could send Nina out of my house.  Because this
treatment I accepted no longer.  She would get shit for this.  Perhaps it
was Nina's fault and if she went home to her I would stop urinating in bed.
Nina had brought the envelope with her and put the papers up.  Then she
came closer and put one of the signed documents in front of my eyes. 
     "Read carefully what is written," she ordered and I looked at the
letters.  While I was reading the tears began to flow.  It was not my money
anymore.  She had fooled me.       "Thank you, Stefan.  According to these
papers, all the money from your parents' estate and life insurance go into
my bank account and you own nothing.  I can basically kick you out but I
won't.  Because I can't be so cruel.  You are, after all, my cousin and I
like you, and can have some use for you.  "      I looked at the other
papers and realized that there were documents proving that Nina was the
legal owner of the house and its possessions.  Moreover, it was a transfer
document in which money from the estate and life insurance services went
into her account and made me disinherited.  Why hadn't I read them more
carefully, but only signed them?  Probably it was because of the diaper and
any other outfit had distracted me from concentrating on the content of
documents.  A terrible remorse for myself ate through me when I realized
what happened.       "Everything will be fine, now, Stefan.  You don't have
to worry about anything because I will take responsibility for everything.
Yet I feel I must give you two options.  The first is that you say goodbye
today.  Then you will be free to do what you want.  You leave the house and
never come back again.  You don't have to wear the diaper and romper and
are free to live your life as you want.  Sounds good right?  But it is hard
without money, isn't it?  And think of the images that will be published on
the Internet.  Not so easy to live with them.  The second option is that
you continue to live with me.  But it will be on my terms." She looked at
me and smiled kindly again.       "If you accept that you will be happy.  I
want us to get married and you will be my husband.  But that assumes you do
what I want.  Because I can always choose to kick you out.  You will also
have to sign a prenuptial agreement in which I own everything in the event
of divorce.  It is a marriage of the wife's conditions.  As all marriages
should be like."       What could I say?  Nina and Sara looked at each
other.  And Sara reached out her hand to Nina.       "Congratulations. 
Then you are a homeowner and soon fairly wealthy then," Sara said, and they
both laughed.  Nina looked at me, as I sat in the crib and could not do
anything.  Not defend myself.       "Think about this for a moment, Stefan
I'll be right back.  You have two choices.  Think about it," she said
quietly, and the two disappeared into the kitchen.  I could hear how they
laughed and chatted.  An aroma of freshly brewed coffee was spread to the
house.  It was her time.  It was all hers.  Like I would be, I realized and
started to cry silently to myself.
        I wanted to ask if I would get rid of the diaper and romper if I
married her.  The idea made me confused at the same time.  How could I
think about such things when I just lost my entire heritage?  I was 18
years and had the choice to marry or become homeless.  What would happen
then?  I didn't want to have sex with her, she who humiliated me.  It would
be an impossible act.  But the option was fairly simple.  I had nowhere to
go and without money, I would not survive for long.  Perhaps if I got a job
somewhere, but it was doubtful because I didn't even have a driving
license. And for obtaining a license I needed money.  Would I have to ask
my wife for money?  Would she agree, and if so, how much and in what way?
     From downstairs the smell of coffee mingled with cigarette smoke. 
They smoked indoors.  My parents would never have allowed that.  But now,
it was obviously okay.
        Nearly an hour later, Nina came back.  Sara seemed to have stayed
in the kitchen.       She came to bed and unlocked the roof.  Then she bent
down and picked me up.       "Time to change.  Sara told me that it
happened an accident before," Nina said, and carried me away to the
changing table where she dropped me on the stomach.  I felt how she
unbuttoned the romper and pulled it down a bit so she could remove to the
dirty diaper.  Then she undid it and linking it into a ball.  Everything
was done in silence.  She said nothing as she washed me clean, and put on a
new nappy and closed the romper again.  When she was finished she raised me
and held me in her arms.       "I hope you've been thinking about your
options now, Stefan," she said, and carried me down to the kitchen with me
in her arms like a little fucking kid.  There Sara sat on a chair at the
kitchen table and smiled as she put out a cigarette in an ashtray.  On the
table were two empty cups of coffee and a plate of cookies.       "Look
what I found.  Now he is a clean little baby again," Nina giggled happily
and put me down on the chair, after which she strapped me.  She fetched a
bottle and put it in front of me on the table.  The contents were red.  Not
white.       I looked at Nina, and then at Sarah.  Nina laughed. 
     "It's juice.  And cakes, if you want," Nina said, and stroked my
cheek. Sara removed my pacifier and placed it on the table in front of me.
Nina then loosened my mittens so I could drink myself.       "Take the
bottle and drink and eat some cookies", Nina offered and I dug in when I
was hungry.  Gruel didn't last long when you were 18 years ord.  The two
women looked at me while I ate and drank and I didn't care so much that I
drank from a bottle.  My hands were free so I was grateful for that
instead. Then, when the bottle was empty and cookie plate clean, Nina took
away the bottle and looked at me.  Her gaze was serious.       "As I said,
I hope you have considered your options.  You had two, or how.  Which do
you choose?  " I sat silent for a while.  So I realized that there were no
options to choose from.       "The second," I said simply, looking down at
the table.       "Oh, then we have something to celebrate.  You and I are
supposed to get married, Stefan!" Nina chirped and Sara laughed.  So
everything was already planned.  Did she book the church, too? 
     "Sure," I replied simply, and they both laughed.       "He is taciturn
and that's good.  Continue that way, Stefan.  A man should keep quiet and
obey his woman.  Just so.  I forgot to say, there are certain conditions
for this marriage." Nina said.  I continued to look down at the table. 
     Suddenly a large hand grabbed hold of my chin and forced my head up.
Nina looked me in the eye.       "Look at me when I talk to you," she
ordered and refused to let her gaze from me.       "There are conditions
and you should sign them.  I will arrange the wedding so you don't have to
think about it.  We'll get married at city hall.  There will be a small
wedding and until then you'll learn to be a perfect husband," Nina said,
and let my face go.       But I couldn't get married in the diaper and
romper?  What would she do with me until then?  The horror began slowly to
dawn on me.  How long had she actually planned this?             Nina got
up and went to the kitchen counter where there was a paper.  She retrieved
it and put it in front of me at the kitchen table.       "Please read
carefully and then sign it.  After that I will be the one who decides in
what is our relationship and how it's going to be.  Or choose to move out
into the street," Nina said, and put a pen in front of me.  I could just
take the pen and stick it in her throat but it was not worth it.
        The document appeared to be legally binding and cover all sorts of
ifs and buts.  The fact that I signed it, I would submit myself entirely to
Nina.  She would govern my life and I would not take anything.  I read the
words and felt a lump in my stomach.  A lump of having lost a game. 
     "Come on.  Sign it now.  How long can it take to read those words,"
Nina said annoyed and moved the pen closer to me.  I took the pen and wrote
my signature at the bottom.  And my life was handed over to my future wife.
   I hereby certify, Stefan Oskar Bergman, I, with the signing of this
document, made voluntarily and without coercion, to obey Nina Chatarina
Lager while she govern our relationship and marriage.  I promise to listen
to my wife and follow her orders without protests.  I also promise to never
question anything my wife commands me or tells me.  I cannot address my
wife but she only gives me permission to do so.  My wife is to be addressed
as "Mrs." in all circumstances without exception.
   Nina Chatarina Lager has every right to in any way punish me if I don't
meet her demands or orders, or accepting punishment whenever and in the way
my wife so desire.
   I agree that I am not entitled to any sexual activity, satisfaction of
either myself or my wife or anyone else, if this isn't done entirely on my
wife's condition.
   I will not have any financial income, and if I need funds for something
I'll ask my wife about this.  The same applies if I'm going to leave home.
This must be done with the approval of my wife and always in the company of
someone else.  I may never leave home alone.
   If I violate any of these terms and conditions I will be penalized in
the way my wife wishes and marriage can immediately be cancelled.    Nina
took the paper and stuffed it in the same envelope as the other papers were
in.       "Is this document legal even before we get married?" I asked,
looking at Nina who laughed.       "No, we have time to get you to learn
acting like the man you should be," she replied.       "Baby diaper, then?"
I asked cautiously.       "Baby diaper stays on until you are dry at
night," Nina said and the discussion was finished when the pacifier was put
back in my mouth and Nina disappeared off into the house somewhere, and
continued sorting amongst her new possessions.  Those that I no longer
owned.  
  
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