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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.
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   Mariette
  
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   Chapter 7
   A new day dawned.  In the distance I heard the vacuum cleaner.  She had
cleaned yesterday, I thought and found I was in my crib.  I had not even
woken up when Nina brought me up to the bedroom the night before and I
wondered how long I had been here.  The diaper felt moist and I realized I
had peed on myself.  Reflecting on why the pee just came without a warning
filled my thoughts as I listened to the sound of the vacuum cleaner
downstairs.  Was it because of the grief?  Did I feel bad mentally?  Or was
there something medically wrong?  Because an 18-year-old just didn't pee on
himself.
        After a while, the vacuum cleaner shut down and Nina's footsteps
was heard in the stairs.  The bedroom door opened and a bright cheerful
Nina came to my bed.       "Good morning sleepyhead.  I obviously let you
sit up a little too long last night because you fell asleep against my
chest and didn't wake until now," she chirped as she unlocked the roof on
the bed and lifted me up.  A hand inside of my romper and she carried me
away to the changing table.       "A little wet today.  Then you will have
to use the diaper a little longer than I hoped then," she said, and looked
disappointed as she pulled off my dress and diaper.  But no one could be
more disappointed than I was.  The hope that I would not have to wear the
romper died with her finding.       "Please, why can't I test without a
diaper, Nina.  It feels wrong.  Maybe I can keep myself dry better without
it?  "I suggested hopefully.  But Nina looked seriously at me.       "The
diaper protects you, Stefan.  It makes it easier for me and for you who
don't have to change clothes all the time and also I don't change the bed
every morning when I wake up.  We'll test this for a while and we'll see,"
she replied, and washed me clean.       "Today is an exciting day.  I have
to get you in order before the visitors come," she said and I remembered
what she had said the night before.  Frustrated, I complained, but she only
laughed.       "Yep, today you have to be Steffie," she said, and put on a
new diaper and then she fetched the lockable diaper pants as she pulled on
me and locked them.       "Get down and go to the kitchen to get
breakfast," she ordered, and disappeared with the diaper downstairs.  I
followed and sat down voluntarily in the high child seat.  She fetched the
bottle of gruel and I drank while Nina took out a bag from the cleaner's
cupboard.  She put it beneath my chair and waited patiently for me to drink
up.       When I was finished I gave her the bottle as she put on the
kitchen table.  Then she turned the chair so that I came to sit opposite
her.       "Stand up on the floor.  We begin with pantyhose.  The hair on
the legs have not begun to grow yet so we don't need to shave," she said as
she put my pantyhose on and pulled them up over my diaper pants.  Then she
took up the corset.  It was tough, I thought, when she drew the strings on
my back, forcing my belly to be withdrawn.  Hopefully, I could keep myself
from doing something in the diaper during the demonstration of the house, I
thought silently to myself when she pulled the blouse over my head and then
took out the mask.       "Sit down on the chair again," she ordered me, and
I obeyed.  Because I really had no choice.  I was forced to accept it. 
Otherwise, she had forced me and that hurt and was humiliating.       Nina
lubricated me with talcum powder and pulled the mask over my head.  I was a
prisoner now, but I thought nobody would see it.  All they could see was a
girl who ran around the house.  Perhaps the family's daughter.  And I felt
helpless and sad.  Stefan Berg, 18 years, was now Steffie.  When the wig
was fitted over the head, I knew how I looked, and when Nina painted me
with light make-up I didn't look at myself in the mirror.  The shoes were
put on before she came to me with the white gloves.       "Perfect.  My
girl," she said and clapped her hands with delight.       "Run away now and
play for a moment while I prepare the show.  The estate agent is here at
any time and probably the speculators also.  "
        I got some time for myself, I spent it to walk around the house to
see what Nina had done.  There was not much left of the old.  Most of the
furniture was gone and the big bookcase in the living room was almost
empty. Only a few books remained, along with a few photo albums that have
not ended up in a bag or a box.  Along one wall stood a large number of
cartons packed by Nina.  Everything had been taken care of while I was
unlocked in my bed or together with Sara and Marianne.  My home.  My old
home.  All other rooms looked alike.  Almost emptied of contents.  Along
with the memories.  Here I had experienced my childhood, my upbringing, but
it was only the memories that were still alive.  The rest were gone or
packed in boxes.
        When I looked out the living room window, I saw a red sports car
swing into the driveway.  Must be the estate agent, I thought, and went out
to Nina in the kitchen.  She looked down at me.       "How nice you are. 
Take care now when people come up so you might get a reward then," she said
and patted me on the cheek.       The doorbell rang and Nina went to open
it.       "Welcome," she said and invited the older woman who had a thick
binder under her arm.  She was elegantly dressed.  When she saw me she
smiled curiously.       "Hey!  And who are you?" The woman asked.  I dared
not answer without looking at Nina.       "You must excuse me.  She is a
bit shy.  It's Steffie, my niece.  I am taking care of her today, while my
sister is gone shopping.  It is not always easy to bring kids with you when
you shop." The older woman laughed easily.       "No, sometimes adults need
a little time for themselves too.  But she seems nice and quiet," the woman
thought and then turned to Nina.       "I have all the papers with me here
together with the prospectus.  I didn't print so many copies because the
people coming today are very interested and just want to have a look to
decide.  I believe that the deal may already be done today," the woman then
said, and Nina and Charlotte sat in the kitchen.       "Steffie, you can go
and play for a moment while I talk with Charlotte," Nina said, and sounded
friendly but looked sternly at me.  She didn't want me here.  If I had not
peed in bed this morning maybe I could have been sitting there talking to
the estate agent and not Nina.  My cousin never would have been here since.
The anger spread, I left obediently and into the living room.  I sat down
on the couch and saw the computer was there.  I looked toward the kitchen.
Nina was talking to Charlotte.  Discretely, I lifted the lid of the laptop
and pressed the start button.  It had been a long time since I've used a
computer at all.  The week I had been my cousin's prisoner, I had been
without a computer and cell phone and after that it had not been more than
a few sporadic visits to the web.  Both Facebook and MSN had been left to
their fate.  Now I wanted to see if anyone was online.  The front door bell
rang.  Nina got up in the kitchen with the agent and went to open it.  I
waited for the computer to boot.  When the login box appeared, I realized
that there was no point in even trying.  Because a password was required to
login.  On the old computer I had an individual account, but it was gone.
Nina had probably thrown the old computer too, and bought her own small
smooth one instead.  I gave up.  Just when I was about to turn the computer
off a middle-aged couple appeared in the living room with Nina and
Charlotte behind.  I looked terrified at Nina who glared angrily at me but
she said nothing.  Instead she put on a smile.       "This is Steffie, my
niece who is here temporarily." The strange man and woman who was present
nodded politely, but seemed more interested in the house.  Charlotte went
on.  Nina took me by the arm when no one was looking, and hissed in my ear.
"Will you please run away and play somewhere while I show them the house",
she asked me.  She released my arm and I quickly removed myself from the
room while the computer was shut down.  From the kitchen, I saw how
Charlotte was around in the different rooms and then upstairs.  I could
hear Nina telling them about the bed and changing table.  It was furniture
that was soon to be discarded.  And naturally I hoped it was true, which
was probably hoping for too much.  Like a child, I sat in the kitchen and
listened to how the adults talked to each other, laughed and discussed the
operational costs, insurance and loans.
        Thirty minutes later, when the show of the house was over, both
indoors and outdoors, the contract was signed.  Charlotte thanked Nina and
disappeared out to her car, accompanied by the couple who apparently had
just bought my childhood home.  When the couple and Charlotte disappeared
Nina came back from the front door and walked directly into the kitchen
where I sat.  Her eyes told me she was not happy.       "May I ask the
little Mrs.  what she did to my computer?" She almost screamed.  I looked
up at her from the chair where I sat.       "I thought I could do it," I
whispered, but realized I made a mistake.       "Little girls should give a
damn about the adult stuff and that includes computers.  Stand up," she
ordered and I dared nothing but to obey.  She pulled out a kitchen chair
and sat down and turned up one of my arms behind my back so I screamed in
pain.  She pulled me to her and laid me over her thigh.  I tried to get
away but her grip was strong and she held me tight as she pulled up my
dress and then unlocked my diaper pants and then bared my bum.  The diaper
came with diaper pants down on my knees.       "Little girls must be
punished," she said and began to give me a spanking over my ass.       "No,
please, I said I'm sorry," I asked, but she let my arm go and pressed her
palm over the mouth of the mask and subdued effectively my screams.  Soon,
my tears flowed as she continued to beat me.       "This is the end of
computers for your part.  From now on, you must learn that such tools are
for adults and not for small children like you," she said as she let her
palm dance over my buttocks while I cried and screamed in her hand.  No one
heard me.  She could have continued forever but the spanking continued
until the tears ran down my mask and further down on the floor.  When she
released my arm, she got me up on the floor, pulled up the diaper, diaper
pants and locked them and then left me crying and sobbing on the kitchen
floor.  She fetched a cup of coffee from the coffee maker and then sat down
at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette.  She looked at me.       "I just
got the house sold and earned 3.2 million crowns.  Minus the half million
remaining on the loan and some coins to the estate agent.  And you were
about to ruin everything for me.  This would have been a celebration.  Now,
I had to punish you instead.  To help you understand that it is I who
decide upon you, you go with those clothes all day.  In a couple of days we
will be married and you are going to be my husband.  A perfect husband.  Do
you know how this should be?" she said, looking at me but didn't expect me
to respond.  I met her gaze with tearful eyes.       "An ideal husband is a
spouse who is quiet and obeys.  He does what I tell him, but nothing else.
Do you understand?" I nodded.  Sure, I understood.  Sure, I realized that
she could manage all my life and take everything from me that had to do
with integrity and freedom.       "Good," she said, and drank her coffee
and smoked.       "This afternoon, you should learn to work.  Of course we
talked the other day that you get to work but not at any workplace.  My
apartment that you may live in will be your workplace.  Therefore, you must
learn what to do.  As thanks, I can sometimes give you pocket money if you
need but you will not leave the home by yourself.  Is that clear?" I nodded
again and sobbed.  I would certainly work.  But most of all suffer.       
     "Go upstairs to your room and stay there till I come," she said,
looking sternly at me.  I did as she said and hurried into the room and sat
on the floor and wept.  I mourned my parents but also what Nina did to me.
She had beaten me and humiliated me.  She treated me like a baby even
though I was 18 years.  Yet, I was dependent on her.  The alternative was
to become homeless and I could just not be.  Then my life would be over. 
     I sat long on the floor until Nina came into the room.  Her face
looked no longer as strict and she came up to me and lifted me up off the
floor.  So she pressed me close and hugged me tight.       "I'm sorry,
Steffie I gave you a spanking.  But I could not do it when we had people at
home, you understand that, don't you?  Then you would get embarrassed even
more." I nodded and sobbed against her neck and she stroked my hair.  The
artificial hair, my wig.       "Today you should be prepared to be my
husband.  It will be fun, but perhaps mostly for me.  Anyway.  We'll start
with you learning the noble art of cleaning.  Follow me down," she said and
I followed her down the stairs, quietly, I said nothing in fear of making
her angry again.  The pain burned on the buttocks, but I suffered in
silence.  When she took out the vacuum cleaner I knew what to expect. 
     "From when we marry, it is you who cleans our home.  You should be
dusting, vacuuming, wiping the floor and keep everything clean.  Do you
understand?  Would you like that or do I have to teach you?" I had some
experience from when my parents lived and they didn't have time so I knew
how a vacuum cleaner worked, and how to dust and dry floors.  But
experience was limited.  Yet I didn't know what to answer.      I nodded
and Nina looked down at me.       "Prove it.  In a few days, a removal
truck that I ordered will get everything in this house and move it to my
apartment.  I want you to do a final cleaning now to show that you can
clean up properly.  Everything from floors to bathrooms, toilets and the
rest of the house.  Let me know when you're done.  I have other things to
grab when the house is sold.  In a few hours I will meet the agent so that
the payment of the house is done.  Then I have a bit to prepare for the
wedding.  If you are not here when I come back again, you are kicked out.
Understand?  "      I had no plans to run away wearing this outfit. 
     "And by the way, the computer is put away and the phone is now
disconnected and moved to our new accommodation.  So it's not much point to
try something.  It is over with this behaviour.  Okay?  When I come back,
you should be finished and then you should learn how to wash," Nina said.
     I nodded again.       Nina went into the hallway and disappeared out
the door.  For safety's sake, she locked both locks on the door.  The car
started and she backed out.  Then my cousin was gone.  And I was alone to
begin cleaning the whole house.  I vacuumed and dried all floors.  After
that I did clean the toilets and bathrooms, wiped the mirror and all I
found that might contain some sort of dirt.  After an hour I felt it began
to press in the intestines but I ignored it.  It would not be nice to clean
with a diaper full of poop, so I struggled on.  At the same time I
discovered that I was thinking of other things than grief.  The memories of
my parents were happier, despite what I went through this time.  I knew how
I was feeling better to let rip with the vacuum cleaner and mop.  It took
away what hurt.
        But tell the joy that lasts forever.  When I dried the last room,
ie kitchen floor, I could not hold back anymore.  The diaper was filled and
I felt I was heavier in the back under the diaper pants.  I scurried behind
the mask and I realized that it would certainly take a while until Nina
came home.  And here I could not move around too much.  It didn't work.  I
felt my pants under my dress and tried to drag them down but the belt that
sat around the waist and held up the pants was impossible to pull off. 
Inside, it seemed to be a kind of metal wire that made it impossible to
cut. And locked, the only key was probably in Nina's pocket.  So I was
forced to walk around with a full diaper until Nina came home again. 
Waiting for the mess to dry, I cleaned all the kitchen, cabinet doors, oven
and stove.  In as many places as possible where I needed to move as little
as possible.  Now and then I had to stop to breathe properly because the
corset was inside my stomach so that it sometimes made it difficult to bend
down.  But it worked and soon I had got used to it.  It was an hour and
Nina still had not come home.  I decided then to clean the bathroom
properly and had to crawl up the stairs to avoid the poop in the diaper
spreading too far over my buttocks.
        I was in the bathroom and cleaned the floor well, when I heard
footsteps behind and turned myself around.  It was Nina.  She smiled. 
     "How has it been, Steffie?" She asked, sniffing with her nose. 
     "Has there been an accident?" She muttered and then pressed her hand
over my dress.       "Wow.  We get some changing to do.  You could not keep
up.  Not just that you are incontinent.  You cannot keep yourself from
pooping either," she said and lifted me up off the floor and carried me
into the bedroom.  She smelled of cigarettes and had probably just smoked.
As she unlocked my diaper pants and pulled them down and then the diaper,
she praised me.       "You have been good, Steffie.  It looked really good
and makes for a good future relationship as we move in together.  Here and
there you have been careless but you will certainly learn afterwards. 
Here's the first time I will not punish you for small mistakes you have
committed.  Anyway.  The next lesson is about laundry," she chirped as she
washed me clean and drew up a new diaper and locked the diaper pants. 
     I had to follow her down to the laundry room where a large laundry
basket of dirty clothes was standing next to the washing machine.       "So
that you learn what is a dark wash and what is light and color, we will go
through it carefully now, Steffie.  Because I should not have to take care
of the dirty clothes after we are married.  Do you understand?  " she said,
looking sternly at me and pulled out the laundry basket on the floor. 
     "Yes, Nina," I replied obediently and found myself having to avoid all
the nasty comments and thus escape punishment.  The mask felt sweaty, but I
could not do anything about it.  Then Nina would become insane.  Instead, I
listened to Nina's description of the clothes that would be in the right
pile.  Before mom always handled the laundry.  She'd sometimes even got the
dirty clothes from my room but now it was apparently assumed that I would
manage the women's work.  The feeling was strange but I had no choice.  So
I listened carefully to what she said and taught me how the machine worked.
     "Following these rules, I expect no questions and no mistakes either,"
she said, just when we were finished and the machine started in the laundry
room.       "This afternoon, you should learn to dry laundry.  The wedding
is approaching very soon, Steffie.  It will be good fun to be married,"
Nina said, when we went to the kitchen to eat lunch.       "Yes, Nina," I
said and she smiled at me.       "A quiet and obedient man is a good man,
or girl," she said while she was preparing my bottle of gruel, and then a
sandwich and a cup of coffee for herself.             While we sat and ate
told Nina about what to expect during the afternoon.       "Now, after
dinner, you should be resting for a while.  Then, when the laundry is done,
you must learn to dry it and after that you should learn a few simple
dishes to begin with.  And finally, when laundry is dry, you should learn
to iron.  Understand?" she said, and sounded extremely enthusiastic. 
     "Yes, Nina," I replied obediently, looking down at the table. 
     "You are clever.  After the wedding, or rather right after you say
your 'yes' to me in town hall, your new life will start.  Then I am no
longer Nina for you, but Mrs.  Do you understand?" I nodded and looked
horrified at her.  She felt really serious about those papers I signed. 
This was no joke.  That was my reality.  A month ago I had never dreamed
of, even in my worst nightmares that I would soon be facing a marriage
registrar and say yes to a life like this.  It was something that didn't
even exist in my wildest fantasies of how a man could be treated.  I would
be serf.  Do you take this Nina to obey and be humble for the rest of your
life ...  Silently I finished my gruel, and fought against the pain inside.
How had it come to be like this?  I was going to be a slave.  And nobody
but her, Sara and Marianne knew what had happened to me.  No-one.  And soon
we would move to a city where nobody knew Stefan Berg.  And then Nina would
have complete control over me and my life.  How many were at all aware of
that there lived someone other than Nina in the apartment we were going to
move to?
        Nina swallowed the last of her coffee and got up.       "Come with
me into the living room for a while.  You can sleep in my lap while I surf
the net for a while," she said, and trudged out into the living room and
sat on the couch.  I went after and away to the sofa.  Nina looked up from
her computer.       "Lie down here for a while and close your eyes," she
said, and I laid down on the couch and let my head rest on her bare knees
as she looked at the screen.  Between her arms, I could see parts of the
screen.  It looked as if she sat and chatted with someone asr a picture of
a guy showed up and she wrote something, waited and she received a reply.
Now and then she giggled.  In the laundry room the sound of the washing
machine could be heard and that was what we were waiting for.       "What
are you doing?" I asked after a while.  Nina wrote something more, and
looked down at me where I was.       "It's really not your business.  Let
me just sit and chat for a while," she said and continued to write. 
     "You are not peeking, are you," she said and then looked at me again.
I shook my head and instead I looked at her T-shirt covered stomach. 
     "Close your eyes for a while and rest.  Then it will be much work for
you," she muttered, and continued her chatting.  Anyway, I felt bad.  Maybe
it was jealousy, or was it more jealous of the freedom that Nina had but no
longer I.  Before that first week of summer vacation, I had been sitting at
the computer.  Often, much and long.  Now it was several weeks ago I was
interested in the same way but now when I saw Nina sitting and chatting, I
felt a pang of envy.  She was free to do what she wanted.  Outside, there
were my friends.  Or at least the ones I used to hang out with online. 
     "Why can't I also get to use your computer.  It has been so long ago
now," I asked politely.       "It's probably something you have to get used
to from now on, Steffie.  You understand that it can make you even more
stressed out and stop you from being free from the peeing," she said
quietly.  I felt a growing irritation.       "But before you came here I
never peed down and I often sat at the computer," I said, and became pissed
off.       "But now it's over with it.  And ask no more.  Keep quiet now
and rest instead.  Otherwise, you get up and lie in bed," Nina hissed and I
kept quiet while Nina was sitting and chatting with the guy on the net. 
Whoever it was.  And that I didn't dare question.  Instead I closed my eyes
and listened to the washing machine that began to spin.
        After a few moments there was silence from the laundry room.  Nina
wrote a few words before she finished and turned off the computer. 
     "Time to work," she said, and moved me from her lap.       "Come with
me to the laundry room and we'll hang the laundry," she chirped happily and
went away.  I stood up and toddled after.  Nina then spent half an hour to
hanging laundry and showed me how it was done correctly.  Shirts on
hangers, some shirts out to dry, and others would drip dry.  Underwear
would be hung in a special way if they didn't get into the dryer.  And I
was quiet and tried to learn.
        When we were finished with the lesson the next came.  To cook
meals. I knew a lot about that because I used to help my parents from time
to time with this so Nina was only happy when she saw how I could handle
myself in the kitchen.       "Well done.  You will be a capable maid in the
kitchen," she pointed out when we were ready to eat dinner together.  I
had, however, a bottle of infant formula while Nina got pork with mushroom
sauce and rice.  The smells made me depressed but I didn't dare complain.
        After dinner I did the dishes, as I was good at it so Nina was also
pleased with this and happily walked around and told me she hoped I would
become a good maid.  The ironing could, however, wait until the following
day, when laundry was not yet dry when we checked it after dinner. 
     "Now I will chat for a while and you're going to bed early.  Did you
pee in the diaper so that you can stay dry at night?  " Nina asked as she
sat on the couch.  I shook my head.       "It may not be needed tonight," I
said, hoping that the diaper would be dry when I woke up the next morning.
     "You may sit here for a while then," she said, patting her hand on the
sofa.  Perhaps it was that she also wanted me to be dry.  Why else would
she let me sit up with her.  If she wanted to torture me, she could throw
me in bed now and know I would pee myself because I always used to go to
the bathroom before I fell asleep.       "Thanks," I said, and came and sat
beside her.       I saw that she started up the computer and a guy showed
up on the screen.  He could be my age but looked much tougher than I did.
     "Who is that?" I asked curiously.       "A guy with a big cock.  Lie
down on the floor instead.  On your back below," Nina said, and was clearly
irritated.  I looked at her.       "Why can't I just sit here if I am
silent?" I asked as curiosity took over.  But Nina grabbed me and pushed me
down on the floor.       "If you are going to stay awake, you lie on your
back on the floor," she said and I did as I was told.       "The head below
me," she said and continued to write.  I moved so I was lying with my head
between her bare feet.  The computer I couldn't see from the floor. 
     "Lie still there now and wait until the pee comes," she muttered as
she continued chatting with the guy who seemed to interest her more than
me. And I lay still.  Suddenly she raised her feet and a pair of dirty
soles was pressed over my rubber covered face.  I tried to remove her leg
but she only pressed harder until I let go and the smell from the well
traveled feet found their way into my nose and mouth.       "Lick the
soles," she said, but I refused.  It felt disgusting to lick her underfoot
as I held my mouth closed.  Then she pressed harder until I cried when my
head felt like it would burst.       "Lick the soles of the feet," she said
again, and reluctantly, I gently stretched out my tongue and touched her
foot stuck in my face, and she eased slightly on pressure.  In the darkness
under her feet that walked around the house all day, I licked until the
soles were wet and she rubbed them over my mouth, nose, cheeks and eyes
until the mask was sticky.  After a while she asked me to stop but let your
feet rest over my face, just in time so I got off and could breathe with
the smell of her feet constantly reminding me, while she sat and chatted
with the stranger on the net.  And I felt terriblly submissive, a feeling
that made me scared and fragile.  As of right now she could do anything
with me, but I wouldn't dare do anything to defend myself against her
strength.
        I was lying in the same position on the floor for a long time. 
Soon I felt the need to urinate.  When it ran out of the diaper, I tried to
tell Nina, but the sounds were only a muffled murmur under her feet.  I was
a footrest for her just then.  Nothing else.       "Quiet.  I'm almost
finished here," she said, rubbing her feet a bit over my mouth when I tried
to talk.       A little while later, when the pee in diaper started to dry
up in the padding, she let my face free.       "Stand up," she simply said
and I obeyed.  When she looked at me, she laughed.       "You look like
shit, Stefan," she said and went upstairs to my bedroom with me behind her.
      "Up on the table", she ordered me, as if I were an awkward kid who
she had not time for, but must be taken care of.  I felt a lump in my
throat but didn't want to cry.  She seemed barely to see me and her
thoughts were elsewhere when she pulled off my wig, rubber mask, diaper
pants and diaper and changed into a dry one and pulled on my pajamas and
put the soother in my mouth.  Then she carried me away to bed and locked
the roof.       "Tomorrow you will learn how to iron," she said just before
she left the room, turned off and closed the door.  Then she disappeared
down the stairs and far away in a peripheral, I could hear how she
continued to write on the computer.  Before I went to sleep I prayed that I
would be dry when I woke up so that it would be an end to this diaper
humiliation game.
  
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