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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 6
   The next morning I woke up and the diaper was wet but I didn't dare say
anything.  Marianne was sitting on the edge of the bed with a bottle of
gruel.       "Good morning, bitch.  Soon Nina will come and pick you up,
and before that, you must have had time to eat breakfast.  Drink now," she
said, and loosened the soother and replaced it with gruel.  I drank it all
and I realized I had no choice.  I had let her the night before when she
had raped me and defiled my body, feed me with gruel.  As if I was a child
without emotions.  But I had feelings all right.  However, I dared not show
them because then it would certainly be more punishment.       When the
bottle was empty Marianne disappeared out of the room to the kitchen where
she washed and seemed to pack my bag and a few moments later she turned up
again with the bag in her hand and ordered me to crawl into the living room
and stay there.  And soon doorbell rang.  Marianne opened it.  Outside I
could hear Nina's voice and when she came into the living room where I sat,
she looked happy when she looked down at me.  And I suddenly felt happy. 
     "Hi Nina," I said, trying to get up but Marianne discreetly pressed me
back down on the floor.       "Hello Stefan," she said and then looked at
Marianne.       "I hope he was not too much trouble.  I apologize that I
had to find a babysitter, but it was the best solution when the estate
agent would be coming," Nina excused.  Marianne laughed.      "No problem.
It was just fun, wasn't it, Stefan?" Marianne said, and squeezed my arm a
bit.  And I nodded reluctantly.  Now, I just wanted to get back.  The pain
in the butt was still there that Marianne had inflicted on me during the
night but it would disappear.  Left would be memories.  They would stay for
long.  If they ever disappeared.
        "I promised you to show you how to do it," Marianne said and Nina
looked expectantly on her.       "Yes.  Do you have time now before we have
to go?  " Nina asked, looking down at me.  She grinned.  I didn't
understand what they were talking about.       "Of course.  I'll just have
to get the stuff.  It goes fast," Marianne said and disappeared into the
bathroom.       Nina sat down on the sofa while I sat there on the floor.
     "So glad you had fun.  What did you both do?" Nina wondered.       I
didn't know what to say.       "Looked at television and so.  Then I went
to bed early."      "You didn't do anything else then?" Nina asked.  Did
she know?  When Marianne came back she had two rubber gloves and a can of
lubricant in her hands.       "Put on this," she said and gave a glove to
Nina, who quickly put on her glove.  Marianne did likewise and lubricated
her finger as well.  I was staring terrified at them.       "Pull down your
pajamas pants," Marianne said, and I looked at Nina who nodded and backed
up.  I did as she said and then Marianne took the key to the diaper pants
from the bag and let Nina unlock and drag them down too.  Then the diaper
fell.  The wet diaper.       "He urinated this night again," Nina noted and
folded the diaper into a ball.  The memories of what Marianne did with my
poop diaper made me sweat.       "There you go," Marianne said.  "Listen
carefully now.  Inside the anus is one's prostate.  It is the one that you
can encourage to start emptying," Marianne explained.       "Kneel on all
fours," Marianne said, and I reluctantly did as she said, and moved so that
my butt pointed straight towards the two women who sat next to each other
on the sofa.  A finger was pressed into my anus and I groaned.  It dug
around a bit until it touched the point on the inside and stayed.       "If
you insert your finger and put it over mine you will find the right spot,"
Marianne said, and so I felt another finger which was pressed into me and I
whimpered in pain when it buckled.       "Stop complaining," Nina said, and
slapped me on the butt.  With one finger out, the pressure was released a
little bit but one was left in there.  It was Nina's finger.       "Then
you massage.  It can take quite a long while before anything happens but I
promise it works," Marianne said while she took off her glove.  Nina pushed
a few times to feel and then she pulled out her finger, too. 
     "Perfect. Just going to put on him a dry diaper," Nina said, and
picked up a diaper from the bag.       "Lie on your back," she said and I
obeyed and Nina put on a dry diaper and then pulled up my diaper pants and
the pajamas.
        "Now it's time to go home again, then," Nina said, lifting me up
off the floor.       "Damn, he has no shoes.  Then I'll carry him," Nina
said, and held me tighter in her arms and kissed me on the cheek.       "My
husband and baby", she laughed and Marianne smiled.       "Yes, and the
bachelor party, we already had, which we discussed on the telephone,"
Marianne said and I stared at her shocked.  Nina just smiled.       "That's
good.  Was it a fun bachelor party, Stefan?  You didn't tell me about it,"
Nina asked.  Did she know what Marianne had done to me?  Oh no, she just
couldn't.  But certainly it seemed so.  And I nodded back reluctantly and
struggled not to cry.       "Lovely.  Because more festive than that it
will probably not be.  Bye, Marianne and thank you for now.  We may
certainly need to contact you again when I need a babysitter," Nina said,
and carried me away through the corridor as Marianne closed the door behind
us.
        In the car, I sat quietly in the back seat while Nina told me about
the estate agent.  Actually I didn't want to hear but it was difficult to
avoid.       "She said I could get almost 3 million for the house.  And
there was not much left of the loan, either, so most of the money I will
get in my wallet.  Some of the money is of course lost to the apartment but
it will still be enough for us to survive.  Then, a bit later on, I'll
probably start working.  "      "What about me?  I also want to start
working," I muttered and looked out through the window.  It was summer. 
Hot.  Nina laughed, but then became serious.       "Exactly, Stefan, you
should but your job is at home.  For our family, I will make the money. 
You must be a genuine housewife.  Or househusband or whatever it might be.
You will not work.  I don't think you can do it after what happened.  You
still seem to be in shock and not able to handle yourself properly.  In
addition, of course you urinate in bed.  " Shocked, I looked at her.  What
did she mean?  I would be living as a housewife?       "What do you mean by
that?  I'm the guy and I want to work.  Or at least study further," I said.
     "But it won't be that way.  Be glad instead that you don't have to. 
You will have hands full at home instead and have a wife who works.  It
will be great, Stefan, I promise.  I do this for you," she said and sang a
bit for herself while I continued to look out for people who moved freely
in the streets.        "Today we have little to do.  We need to arrange for
the wedding costume for you.  The day is approaching.  My wedding dress is
already finished.  I tried it out with Sarah a while ago but your suit we
have to buy," she said as she turned up the driveway to the house and
switched the car engine off.  She lifted me out of the car and then she
carried me into the house and closed the door behind us.  Then she put me
down on the floor.       "Get you up to the bedroom now, but be careful
that you don't break anything.  We will show the house for presumptive
buyers as soon as the estate agent is ready with all papers.  But there
should be no problem to sell.  She said she already had some speculators,
so with luck I could have sold the house before the wedding," Nina chirped
while I crept up the stairs and into my room.  I heard steps on the stairs
when Nina came soon after and I felt a pair of hands grabbed me and swung
me up on the changing table.  She pulled off my pajamas and then the diaper
pants.       "Today you shall wear your usual clothes, Stefan, because we
are going to try clothes.  Diaper may still remain but it is easy to see
not so much during your regular pants.  " I looked at Nina when she went to
the closet and retrieved a pair of thin tight diaper pants, a pair of my
shorts and a T-shirt.  As usual.  Classic.       "Jump down on the floor
and get dressed," she ordered me and I obeyed cheerfully.  The diaper was
there, though but I was for once to have plain clothes, which pleased me
immensely.  It was really fun.  The thin diaper pants pressed into the
diaper so it fit properly and made them less obvious under my shorts.  The
T-shirt felt like liberation.  When I was finished Nina looked at me. 
     "Not so bad.  A cap on your head and you will look quite normal.  But
don't worry.  When we get home again, you will have your romper put back
on. It is freshly washed and nice now", she said and went downstairs to the
kitchen and asked me to follow.  Too good to be true, I thought and went
after her.       "We're going into town and shop for a while so you may
follow, as you will have a costume.  Then we have to get back home because
I must clean the house firmly until the house show and then start to move.
We are getting closer to the wedding of course.  It doesn't take much
planning but a little, so I have to do that today.  Do you understand?  "
she said and gave me a bottle of juice and drank a cup of coffee.  I nodded
in reply.       "Good.  Drink it up as we go.  " she said.
        It was a nice tour that day.  More or less in all cases.  I said
nothing about what Marianne did to me but the pain after the dildo she
pressed into me I felt when we walked around the shops.  I had no money but
didn't think to ask about that either.  Actually, I would have been a
millionaire by the legacy of my parents with life insurance and everything
but the money was now in Nina's account.  It was her who paid.  I had to
stand next to her and feel embarrassed.  Under normal circumstances it
would be the man who paid.  In our sick relationship, that would soon
become a marriage, it was the woman.  Would it be so afterwards, too?  The
little man would stand beside the big woman who paid.       I never
commented on it.  I Was just silent and embarrassed at the checkout when
Nina took out her wallet with the credit card each time we bought
something. Or rather, when Nina bought something, because it was she who
acted.  She bought the perfume, makeup, clothes and new shoes and clothes
while I was next to go and gave advice on taste.  When we got to the big
dress shop where I would buy the suit, or rather, where Nina would buy my
suit, it became embarrassing.  I had the diaper on me under the shorts.  So
far no one had responded to it but now I would of course change and try
clothes.       "Nina," I said as we walked around checking out the
costumes. She looked down at me.       "Yes, did you find something?" She
asked and turned on in rows of jackets and trousers.       "How will I be
able to try when I have the diaper on me", I whispered so almost no one
would hear me.  She laughed.       "It'll work out.  Don't worry about it,"
she answered simply, and found a couple of jackets with their trousers as
she thought looked good.       "Come on.  Over there are dressing rooms,"
she said, pointing, and we went to one of the small booths.  When Nina
closed the door behind us, I took off my shorts and stood in the diaper and
the slim-fitting diaper pants.       "Should I take this off, too?" I asked
and looked at the lump that sat on me.       "Have you had an accident in
it?" She asked a bit too high and I shook my head.       "Well, remove it
then.  I have another solution to the wedding," she said simply and I was
about to take off my diaper pants when someone knocked on the door of the
test room.       "Is everything okay?" a woman asked and Nina opened the
door.  A couple of curious and then wide-open eyes looked straight at me,
where I was standing in just diapers and diaper pants.       "Wow.  Excuse
me," said the young woman but could not let her gaze from my abdomen. 
     "No problem.  He is incontinent and cannot hold tight.  Therefore, he
has a diaper," Nina answered loudly and laughed.  I felt my whole face
turned red before the door was shut.       "Let me know if you need any
help," giggled the woman before she disappeared off to the next customer.
     "Be sure to get it off now," Nina said, and helped me to pull down my
diaper pants and then the diaper.  I was embarrassed and felt like a small
child when Nina took up the diaper and pants and put them on the small
bench before she handed me the suit pants.       "Pull on your pants now so
we'll see how they fit," she ordered and I put on my pants and buttoned
them.  They were long at their base, as most trousers I used to try were,
because I had quite short legs.       "Maybe it would have been better with
the children's department," Nina wondered.  I was scared.  It would have
been too embarrassing to go there.       "No, it is not necessary.  Maybe
we make the trousers shorter?" I suggested, staring terrified at Nina. 
     "We'll test the children's section first.  Off with your pants," she
said.  I sighed and pulled off my pants and picked up my shorts but Nina
took them away from me.       "You manage fine with just the diaper so it
goes faster," she said.  I refused.  She could not seriously think that I
would walk around in just the diaper in the clothing store.  Nina looked at
me.       "Come on now.  We don't have all day.  "      "I am not going to
walk around the store in just a diaper," I said and tried to rip the shorts
but Nina kept them up in the air so I couldn't reach them.       "Diaper
on, or you go naked," she said in an angry tone.  So I realized that I had
no choice.  The tears and panic filled me and I could feel the humiliation
spread in the body.       "You cannot mean it," I said when Nina gave me
the diaper.       "Quiet and spread your legs," she said simply and I
obeyed reluctantly.  Very reluctantly.
        When I put on my diaper there was a knock on the door again. 
     "Is everything okay?" The store clerk asked who was previously there.
Nina opened the door.       "Well, these pants were too long.  The question
is whether it would be better to look at the children's section.  He's
still quite short in the plant," Nina pondered when she opened the door and
let the young woman looking at me.  She looked at me a moment and nodded.
      "You may be right.  There may be one size that fits if it is a suit
you should have," she said.       "Excellent.  Then we go over there and
have a look," Nina said, and stuffed my diaper pants in a bag while she
pulled me out of the booth.  There goes the feeling of freedom not to have
the romper, I thought when I was dragged through the clothing store away to
the children's section.  The shop assistant walked behind when Nina held me
by the arm and pulled me toward the fitting rooms.  Several people turned
and looked at us and I was embarrassed but didn't affect the situation.  A
protest that had become increasingly worse.  I followed obediently toward
the fitting rooms.  Behind me I heard a little girl.       "Mom, look, he
has diaper but no trousers", whereupon the mother laughed.       "Maybe he
will have a new pair," she replied before Nina pushed me into a dressing
booth.       "Wait till I come back.  Take off your diaper," she said and
closed the door.
        Fifteen minutes later, Nina had selected a children's costume for
me that suited.  Perhaps the sleeves were a bit too short but it didn't
matter, since I still only should wear it once, she said.  Several giggles
were heard from the attorneys when Nina paid and we went out of the store.
     "You behaved really well," Nina praised and patted me on the head when
we went out to the parking lot.
        On the way home, I peed in the diaper, but said nothing until we
got back to the villa and Nina changed the diaper me on the changing table.
She washed me and put the diaper on and romper plus mittens and the
pacifier, before she put me in the crib and locked the roof.       "We are
probably all a bit tired now after all the shopping.  I have something to
do and you need sleep," she said as she left the room and shut the door.  I
heard how she walked down the stairs and out the front door.  Presumably
she fetched the bags from the shops.  I lay and dreamed of what I had
wanted to use the money for after my parents.  But the money didn't exist.
Nina took care of them.  It was hers.  And I was dependent on her money. 
The feeling of being ashamed lived in me after I had to go through the
clothing store wearing only diapers.  Luckily no one I knew had seen me
there.  Being 18 years old and forced to walk around in just diapers was
too much.  Before sleep filled me and I slid off into my own world again I
heard the front door slam downstairs.  And I felt safe.  For Nina was
there. Although I now hated what she did in the store.
        When I woke up again, the evening was approaching.  The sun was
going down outside the window in the bedroom.  I felt it was pressing into
my stomach, but Nina could not hear me when I had the soother in my mouth
and the door was closed.  So I waited and hoped that she would soon emerge.
But she didn't.  Instead, I heard sounds from downstairs.  Nina carried on
with her things and threw stuff in the container.  Soon the house would be
empty of what has been my life and Nina would buy new furniture.  Some
papers and photographs, she had saved though.  That we had gone through
together before the accident in the bed when I peed on myself.  Since the
peeing accident I had not had an opportunity to influence what she did. 
She decided everything.  And I could only watch.  Right now, I could not
even do that.  Then I heard the dust-vac, and soon I could not hold myself
anymore.  I cried under the teat, but realized that it was useless and the
diaper was filled with poop.  I turned around and lay on my stomach so as
not to feel how it pushed over my skin.
        Maybe an hour later the vacuum cleaner was switched off and Nina
came into the bedroom.  She looked tired but happy.       "Now I've cleaned
the whole house while you've just been in here doing nothing.  You are like
a child, Stefan," Nina sighed as she unlocked the roof of the crib.  I
wanted to say that I could just lie here because she made me but the
pacifier would only have transformed the words to ridiculous mumble. 
     "But soon it will be an end to it.  When we get married, it will be
new rules for you and I hope I don't have to touch a vacuum cleaner after
that," she smiled happily as she lifted me out of bed and smelled. 
     "So, you have pooped.  Embarrassing.  Well, I'll have to change you
then," she said as she carried me out of the bedroom and off to the
bathroom.       "You need a shower.  Tomorrow morning there will be some
speculators coming to the house and then you and everything else has to be
in order.  I thought you would be here if it is okay." She put me down in
the bathtub and pulled off my clothes and diaper.  I hoped I just didn't
need to wear diapers and baby clothes, I thought, but of course I could not
say anything.       Nina showered me and washed me.  When she came to my
penis it got up and stiffened and Nina looked at me.       "Wow.  The
little one woke up a bit.  We must tackle that." So she snapped me in the
scrotum, and I screamed in the soother.  Soon the stiffness disappeared and
everything was as usual while she finished my shower.       "Tomorrow you
get to be Steffie," Nina said, while she dried me and put on a clean diaper
and romper.  I snorted in the pacifier, but she only laughed.       "I knew
you would like it," she giggled happily when she carried me down to the
kitchen and prepared a bottle of gruel.  Shocked, I looked around and found
that the house was almost empty except the most necessary items.  Most of
the old furniture that has been ours for so many years was history, like a
lot of paintings and other furnishings.  It looked almost empty and I
didn't really recognize myself in my own house.       "I was going to use
the computer for a while.  Do you want to keep me company or go to bed?  "
she asked as she shook the bottle and gave it to me.  As she let the
mittens remain in the bathroom, I grabbed my bottle and drank the contents.
I was really hungry after the shopping trip.       "I guess you want to be
up for a while?" She said, staring at me.  I nodded.  Since I slept a few
hours, I was alert and sat up and watched what she did.
        When the gruel was in my stomach Nina took the bottle and cleaned
it.  The kitchen was almost empty of things.  Much of the china was thrown,
and the glasses and pots and pans.  The drawers seemed more or less empty
when Nina opened and closed them.  Inside, I felt emptiness.  This was my
life and soon there was nothing left of it.  My stuff and my family's stuff
were gone and soon I would live a new life with new things I would never
own.  Things that Nina had bought and was responsible for.  I would be a
puppet in her sick game.      "So.  Now let's get into the living room,"
she said and disappeared.  I got myself to get down from my chair and
crawled behind her.  She laughed when she saw me.       "Little, little,
Stefan, you look so cute in the suit when you crawl on the floor.  Come
over here and sit with me," she said as she sat on the couch and started
her white computer, which she apparently recently bought.  A top modern
laptop.  I crawled away and got myself up on the sofa and sat down beside
her.  On the screen was a page open with strange things.  It was the word
on the screen that frightened me.  'Chastity belts for men' with
descriptions of different models that clearly described the function and
design.  And I was staring terrified at the pictures.  It was clear, black
and red plastic things shaped like penises.  But the idea was that the
penis would fit inside them.       Nina looked at me and smiled. 
     "They look nice, don't they.  And one of them will soon be on your
little penis.  Exciting, huh?  " she said, and opened an order form online
and I cried during the soother.       "Don't be so upset.  I know you will
like it.  For you know what the best is?  You cannot have the diaper on you
always when we are out and then this is a great solution.  With this, you
will not be able to access the penis or touching yourself or for the sake
of being with another woman, either.  Until I find another more permanent
solution.  "      I looked at her and wondered what on earth she meant. 
With a chastity belt, I would avoid the diaper.  It was a step forward, I
thought.  But what did she mean by a more permanent solution?  Solution for
what?  But no reply.  Instead, I saw how she ordered a transparent chastity
belt called CB6000 and pressed the button to add the product to the cart.
     "It will be delivered in a day, just in time for the wedding,"
Marianne said, laughing happily.       "Perhaps there is something else fun
here too," she thought and started to read more about the sex toys on the
site.       "That's enough, I don't want you to see this," she said,
closing her computer.  "But the chastity belt will be interesting to try on
you soon," she smiled and leaned back on the sofa and pulled me onto her
lap.       "Certainly we're very excited, Stefan.  Soon, we are husband and
wife, married.  I never thought this would happen!  Just a few days left
now and I was thinking that we were going have a little practice so you
learn how to behave from now on.  Do you understand?" she said and stroked
my cheek and kissed me on the teat.       "That's how close you will come
to my lips." She said and grinned.  I could feel my dick stood up in the
diaper.  The struggling but I almost couldn't feel it.  She teased.  But
the only thing I could kiss and suck on was the teat rubber that sat
between my lips.  And I was filled with a sense of frustration.       "Sure
it is tough.  But it's best to get used to it," Nina noted and touched
herself between her legs just to provoke me.       So she put the TV on and
pressed my face against her chest so that I could only hear the movie.  So
I had to sit for a long time while I was listening to the TV's sound.  And
soon sleep came over me and I slept safely against Nina's breasts.  As a
child.  Because it was all too much and I understood nothing of what
awaited me.  
  
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