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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 9
   The elevator stopped on floor 20 and Nina stepped out first.  I followed
her and suddenly she grabbed me and lifted me up in her arms while she took
out the key card and unlocked the door.       "I have to carry you over the
threshold.  Small men as-you-can't do it so the wife has to do it," she
said, laughing as she carried me into the apartment and kicked the door
shut behind.  Then she put me down on the floor.       "Go and get changed.
Your room is behind the kitchen.  Sara was here yesterday and today and
prepared some stuff.  But most are still packed since the moving company
delivered when we were at the wedding and the photographer.  I think Sara
has hung clothes in the wardrobe that you should have.  Tomorrow morning we
go on honeymoon," she said kindly, and I obeyed.  Along the walls were the
moving boxes we packed down but also some furniture I haden't seen before
and some we brought with us from the villa.       I walked towards the
living room and then through the kitchen and the room that would be mine,
her husbands, from now on.  It was not big but there was the crib and I
felt I wanted to vomit.  I didn't need that crib now when I had the
chastity belt and plain clothes.  Why was it there?  And in the corner over
by the window, , stretching from floor to ceiling, overlooking the town,
was the changing table.  Everything was in any way, as usual, despite the
unusual.  And I sat down on the changing table and sighed.       "How are
you doing in there?" Nina asked, and I stood up and hurried away to the
closet.  I found just three sets of clothes.  Pajama, costume with diaper
pants and then a hanger with what I had worn the day before.  And there
were the clothes I chose.       "Things are going well, Mrs.," I said and
felt a relief when she came in and gave me a hug.       "Excellent.  Change
your clothes and then make a cup of coffee for me," she said, and there was
silence.       I took off my suit and other clothes and hung them up on the
gallows as Nina taught me how to do.  Then I pulled on my pants, skirt and
T-shirt and went into the kitchen.  There was a modern coffee machine that
seemed relatively easy to manage.  I was looking in the cupboards and found
a coffee cup that I put in the machine and pressed a button.  Soon I had a
cup ready.
        "I'm sitting in the living room," I heard Nina say, and I went
there with the cup and put it down on the table.  She sat at the computer.
On our wedding day.  Still wearing her beautiful wedding dress and high
heeled shoes while I had to change to the trashy clothing.  It felt wrong.
As if it was only she that was married.  But I dared not say it.  On the
screen I could see the man she had chatted with earlier.  But I dared not
question her.       "Good, Steffie, now you can sit down here for a while,"
she said.  My name was Stefan, but she would rather call me Steffie. 
Perhaps it was the girl clothes I had.  I sat down beside her in the white
leather couch, which certainly could fit ten people.       "You sit on the
floor and no where else with those clothes.  Get down at once from the
couch and sit between my legs on the floor, or go away," she said and I
could feel my confidence sink to the bottom.  I was not even allowed to sit
on the sofa in what was my home?  But I didn't dare protest.  The fear of
what she would do with me if I didn't obey scared me and made me curl down
on the floor and put myself between her legs.  The fabric of her dress
tickled me a bit in the neck.       "There you go.  There is a man's place.
At least my husbands," she said, laughing.  I ended up with my head just
above the edge of the table and looked straight into the screen.  Which
certainly was not the sentence.  But why did she let me sit here? 
     "This is just a guy I chat with.  Please feel free to look at him,"
she said and wrote some words.  A few laudatory words.  About how she
thought he was delicious.  And I felt humiliation deepen within.  Or maybe
it was jealousy.       "He wants to see a picture of you.  I have told him
that I would get married and he is curious about who you are," Nina said,
and suddenly she turned on the webcam on the computer and my face appeared
suddenly on the screen.  I tried to get up.  I didn't want to be there any
longer, but she moved her legs and four seconds later, she had put them
around my waist so I could not move.       "Please, Mrs., I don't want
this", I begged, but Nina just laughed when she knew how I tried to remove
her feet from me, of course, without having any chance of success. 
     "But I want to.  And as long as I am not saying that you must talk, be
quiet.  Now, sit still," she replied, and saved the image on her computer
and continued writing.        Here is a picture of him.  As you can see he
is a bit miserable and helpless, and so shall my husband be!  Small and
helpless, but obedient.  But you seem to be a real man, Jonah.  It would be
nice to feel your muscles some time.
   She sent the image to the strange man.  I sat riveted between my wife's
legs and was forced to watch as she flirted with another man.  The same day
we were married.
   It is a pitiful little thing.  He sits on the floor in front of you? 
Can you imagine that my biceps are bigger than your little husband's thighs
are.  When can we meet?
   Nina laughed at his comment.       "Isn't he lovely, Steffie.  Maybe I
should meet him.  We are, after all, just married "on paper", she thought,
and I turned around and looked terrified at her.  Why did she do this? 
     "No, I was just kidding.  But he is a good friend of mine so I've got
to chat with him, right?  Must of course say goodbye before you and I are
going on our honeymoon," she said, looking down at me as I sat between her
legs.       "Yes, Mrs.," I replied and she patted me on the head as if I
were a dog.
   He sits on the floor.  It's his place.
        "Steffie, go and prepare the wedding dinner," Nina said.  I thought
we would eat some dinner with others but apparently I was wrong.  This
marriage didn't seem to mean more than this for her.       "Yes, Mrs.  What
should I cook?" I asked and swallowed the lump that appeared in my throat.
Did not others have the wedding and after going on a honeymoon?  Perhaps it
was just a romanticized picture, I thought and tried to get up but she had
me pinned on the floor.       "There is food in the fridge.  Use it," she
simply said, and let me get away as she continued chatting.  And I went
into the kitchen to cook dinner while my wife was flirting with someone
online.  A tear fell from my cheek, but Nina didn't see it.  She only saw
her computer screen.
        When I opened the refrigerator door my heart struck a few extra
beats.  On a shelf I saw a giant plate with cold dishes.  I took it out and
put it on the sink.  There were hams of all kinds, sausages, a big bowl of
peeled shrimp, sauces, salads and all kinds of small dishes.  And on the
shelf above was a small cake, which was about enough for two people.  Nina
had been joking.  She was not quite as bad as I thought.  I would not have
to cook on my wedding day.       The moving boxes clearly described what
they contained, I was looking for plates, cutlery and the finest glass I
could find.  There was a bottle of champagne on ice in a wine cooler and I
opened it.  It would be a party.       I carried everything into the living
room and put it on the dining room table.  Then I put the plates out and
the glasses and champagne at last.  The cake was left in the refrigerator.
         Nina was still at the computer when I went to invite her for
dinner.  She turned around and smiled at me.        "Surprised?" She said
and showed her friendly smile.       "Yes, Mrs.," I replied.       "Good,
because it was intended.  Now let's eat.  And you get your first real meal
in a while now.  But eat slowly and careful.  Otherwise the risk is that
you feel uncomfortable and I want to have a healthy husband with me on our
honeymoon tomorrow.  Understand?  "      "Yes, Mrs.," I answered her and
she closed the computer and came over to me.  Then she bent down and kissed
me on the head.  No passionate sex.  Just an innocent kiss on my head. 
     "What a good husband you are.  And the better you will become.  How
does your chastity belt feel?  "      I hadn't thought so much of the
plastic device between my legs.       "It's okay, actually," I said
cheerfully.       "You forgot something," she said.       "Mrs.," I added,
and had forgotten how I would address my wife.       "Good", she replied
simply and walked over to the table and sat down.       I stood and waited
for her to say something.  Maybe I should sit somewhere else as a form of
humiliation, but she nodded towards the chair on the other side of the
table.       "Go ahead.  Sit down and eat," she said and began to bite into
the delicacies.  And I did likewise and served her champagne.  For a moment
it felt really like we were husband and wife on equal terms.  And I enjoyed
it for a moment while we ate.  The only difference was that I didn't dare
ask her anything without first having been spoken to.  For that rule was
mentioned in the contract.
        When most of the food was eaten, I felt stuffed and extremely
happy. The wedding had not been so bad after all.       "Remove the plate
with food and get the cake now," Nina said, and I got it from the
refrigerator and sat down on my chair but Nina clapped on her lap. 
     "Come here and sit with me instead," she said and I went over to her.
     "On your knee, Mrs.?" I asked and she nodded.  She reached for me and
lifted me up on her thigh.  Her arm took hold of mine and held them behind
my back.       "I want to feed my new husband," she said.  She leaned
across the table and drew a finger in the cake so that she got the cream.
     "Open wide," she said, holding the cream in front of me.  I opened my
mouth and she put her finger in.       "Suck my finger now," she said, and
I closed my lips around her finger and sucked on it as if I were a baby. 
She moved her finger in and out and I tried to get it away because it felt
a little too sexual, but she left her finger and decided herself when it
was time to pull it out.       "Open your mouth," she said and I let her
finger out of my mouth.  Now she did the same thing again, but took a whole
handful of cake and held it in front of me.       "Go ahead and eat," she
ordered and I ate the cake from her hand.  When it was just a little cream
left she pressed her hand over my face.       "Is this not how they usually
do at a wedding dinner?" Nina joked and rubbed her palm over my face and
then dropped me onto the floor.       "Go and sit on your chair and eat a
piece of cake," she said to me, and I obeyed.  Because the cake was
delicious and I wanted a second piece.  She looked at me and laughed. 
     "You look like a baby's face.  Too sticky.  We must clean you up after
dinner," she said and took a piece of cake and then let me do the same.
        After dinner, I felt tired but happy, although it was still sticky
in the face after the cake but it was just fun.  Nina smiled at me and
finished the last of the champagne in her glass.       "We have to get up
early tomorrow so it's time to go to sleep.  But perish away and wash up
first," she said and walked over to the couch and sat down and let me set
the table and wash away.  Would she be as gentle to me as she was now, I
didn't mind being married to her.  I did the dishes quickly.
        I sneaked into the bathroom and washed myself and then returned to
the kitchen.  When I was finished and satisfied with the results, I went
out into the living room and stood some distance away from the couch.  She
sat with a glass of champagne and chatted.       "Finished already?" She
said and barely glanced up.       "Yes, Mrs.," I announced and waited for
her to ask me to go to bed without diapers.       "Go into the bedroom and
undress yourself.  If you have to go to the bathroom, you do that first,"
she muttered, drank from the glass and continued chatting with the man she
had previously sent a picture to.  A picture of me.
        I did what Nina asked me to and went to the toilet and then into
the bedroom to remove my clothes.  Soon I was standing naked on the floor,
except for the chastity belt that surrounded my penis and prevented it from
growing, which also prevented me from touching myself.  With anticipation,
I stood and wondered what would happen next.  It was still soon our wedding
night and the wedding night would be...      Nina appeared in the door and
looked a little bit stressed.      "Up on the table.  I have a lot to do.
Have to pack and make ready for tomorrow," she said, staring at me.  I
climbed up on the changing table and lay on my stomach.       "You will
have two alternatives, Stefan," Nina said, and patted me gently on my butt.
I listened expectantly.       "You can sleep without diapers in my bed
tonight because it is our wedding night.  But if you pee in bed, you need
to stay home while I go on the honeymoon by myself, and then Marianne will
baby-sit for you.  Or, you sleep in your diaper and join the trip tomorrow.
What should it be?  " she asked.       The choice was easy, unfortunately.
And I knew Nina was serious about this.       "The diaper, then.  But can't
we sleep in your bed since we got married today, Mrs.?  "I asked.  Nina
took out a diaper and pulled it up on me.  The pajamas hanging in the
closet was put on and then the pacifier.       "Yes, okay.  But I will not
join you right now because I have things left to pack for the trip.  She
carried me away to her bedroom and laid me down in her big king size bed.
     "I hope that you get a lovely first night in our new apartment. 
Moreover, as a married couple.  Sleep well, little Mr.  Lager.  I will come
to bed in a little while," she whispered, and disappeared out of the room.
     I was left alone in my wife's bed while my wife walked around in the
apartment, and packed things for our common journey.  Her room was about
twice as large as mine.  In connection with it, she had a private bathroom
and a separate large walk-in closet, where her clothes were.  My room had
only a few common closets and no bathroom.       So far was not so much was
unpacked.  Now cardboard boxes were put everywhere around the apartment and
the furniture that Nina chose to save.  The sofa was new.  I haven't been
able to choose it.  It was her sofa.  I realized that I hadn't been asked
to choose anything for the new apartment.  Only the life I lived.  As I
have chosen to live.       Somewhere I heard the sound of tinkling glass.
She poured more champagne.  So I heard Nina was talking on the phone.  She
giggled and laughed and I found myself being jealous.  Who was she talking
to?  The man from the chat?  Before I fell asleep, I felt the smell of
cigarette smoke.
        I had no idea what time it was when I woke up, but in the darkness,
I saw Nina sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and caressing my cheek.
She looked like an angel.  She was still wearing her wedding dress on and
the white fabric created a magic light in the dark room.       "My little
pajamas boy," she whispered and I looked up into her face.  It was
difficult to discern but I saw that she smiled.       "It's our wedding
night, right," Nina said.  She smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, and
stuttered a bit.  Did she have a party by herself?       "Yes, Mrs.," I
whispered sleepily.  Hopes came to life.  She wanted to have sex with me on
the wedding night?  Now?  I was wide awake.       "Then we must be united
as husband and wife," she whispered and I could feel something was growing
in the diaper, but suddenly it tightened.  Chastity belt, I thought, and
vowed within myself.  But maybe she would unlock and remove it.       "Then
of course you must show your wife how much you love her," she stuttered
forward.       "Yes, Mrs.  How do you want me to show that?" I asked,
feeling I was horny.  A heat I haven't felt in a long time in my body. 
     "By going down on your knees on the floor in front of me," she
whispered, and stroked my head and down over the neck.  I obeyed
cheerfully. Crawled onto the floor and sat in front of her legs.  So she
parted them and I discovered that she had no panties underneath.       "Put
your hands on my thighs.  If you remove them before I tell you to, we'll
stop immediately and you will get back to sleep again," she said to me, and
I obeyed her and had to crawl closer to sit comfortably.       So she
grabbed hold of my head and pressed it between her legs.       "Lick," she
said and I could barely breathe in her moist heat but licked her and
noticed how wet she was.  Nina held my head against her and rubbed her
pussy against my face and her pubic hair tore my skin because they just
were going to grow out and consisted of short stubble.  I did the best I
could and licked her while my dick tightened against the plastic wall of
the chastity belt.       "This is how you will have to satisfy me from now
on," she groaned forward.       "Whenever I want it and wherever I want
it," she continued as she rubbed her wet pussy against my face and I licked
as best I could and struggled to get some air.       "You should learn to
love the taste of my pussy," she hissed, and I heard how close she was to
have an orgasm.  Soon my face was soaked from her juices and after a while
she screamed and pushed me even harder against her, while her whole body
shook.  Then she calmed down and put my hands away from her thighs and
pushed me down on my back on the floor.       "Stay down there," she
muttered and went into the closet to fetch something.  Maybe she would take
off her wedding dress and come in naked to unlock my chastity belt.  I
waited and tried to take a few deep breaths.  The scent of her sex came
with the air in and out of my nose.             The apartment was quiet.  A
faint hissing could be heard from the air conditioning but because we lived
so high up in the building, the city's traffic noise didn't reach us here,
and the thick glass panes insulated against the wind howling and rain
lashing.  If it had rained, ie.  This night seemed to be hot and clear. 
     Inside the closet Nina seemed changing clothes.  It took a long time,
but soon she came back.  In the darkness I caught a glimpse of her figure
and she looked black.  Very black.  From the window, the moonlight dim
reached in and lit her up.  And she was shining.  Because her body was
dressed in a latex suit.       "Did I forget to tell you that I ordered
more stuff when I bought the chastity belt?" She said and came closer as
she put something on the floor behind the bed.  Her whole body was covered
in a black latex suit.  Even her head.  It was covered with a mask with
holes for eyes, nose and mouth and made her look nasty and I gasped with
fear.  Her hands were covered with black latex gloves.  When she stood in
front of me, I saw there was a zipper between her legs.  Above the zipper
something was fastened and I knew then what was about to happen.  A
strap-on which glittered of Vaseline.       "Take off your clothes and
diaper," she ordered me and I did what she said and placed them on the
floor while she stood legs apart and looked at me.  When I was finished I
looked up at her.
        "Time for the wedding night fuck," Nina said behind the mask, and
stretched out her hand against me.  I took it and felt the warmth of her
skin through the rubber.  Rapidly she pulled me off the floor and threw me
down on my back in bed.  She climbed and settled over me.  Her face was
near mine and I felt the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.       "Lie still
and just open up for me and it will be fantastic," she said and spread my
legs so there were pressed tight against her latex-clad thighs that held me
down and she directed her strap on against my anus.       "You want me to
take you hard or gently," she muttered as she gently pressed her rod into
me.  I lay helpless on my back and waited for my wife to fuck me.  Total
opposite of how it should be.  It was she who should have my dick inside
her, not her dick inside me, I thought as she pressed her cock deeper and
deeper inside of me to stretch me until I groaned aloud.       "Please,
Mrs., gently," I asked her, but she laughed behind the mask.  I could not
see her facial expressions.       "How am I supposed to fuck my little
husband gently?  You are no sissy, are you?" she asked and began to bring
her cock in and out of me while I could feel the tears of humiliation ran
down my cheeks.  It was not supposed to be like this.  She got up a bit so
she could rest on her arms and put her hands on either side of my head and
continued to fuck me so I had to see her when I could not turn away my head
in shame and humiliation.       "You better get used to it because this is
the only sex you will have from now on," she said, looking me in the eye
while she ran her dildo faster and faster in and out of me during my
moaning and panting.  I grabbed her arms and felt her tensed muscles while
the rod massaged and pressed on in my bowels.  She could go on
indefinitely, for a dildo never slack, I thought.       "Do you like my
clothes?  I wore them just for you, for your sake, for you to be happy,"
she said as she pushed her cock in me.  I was afraid of her.  The black
mask made her look like a stranger who fucked me.  The clothes that covered
her body made me feel naked and exposed and I could not feel her skin.  She
could just have been anyone.  I looked into her eyes and forced myself to
smile.  Then she laughed and pulled the dildo out of me.       "Good. 
Because I like these clothes also," she said and stood up.  Hands on the
sides of me disappeared, but she sat there and held my legs apart.
        "Let's try something else.  Would you like that?  " she asked, but
expected nothing more than that, I nodded, which I did and she giggled
happily under the mask.       "Excellent.  Now I want you to turn yourself
around and get up on your knees and hands beside me so that you have your
head over my cock.  All right?" she said and I stood up and stood up on all
fours so I could smell my ass from the dildo.  She grabbed my neck and
pressed me closer to the rubber penis.       "Open and take it in and dare
not stop sucking until I say so," she ordered and I opened my mouth so she
could push my head down over the smelly dildo.       "Suck," she said and
then I felt how she put a finger in my butt and looked for my prostate. 
      "Sure you do like to suck dick, she teased and knew I could not
answer.       "Mffssllrrgghhh" I groaned and felt myself drooling over the
dildo as she pushed my head up and down over it as if I sucked anyone. 
      "I knew it," she chirped as she began to massage my prostate. 
     The dildo kept me effectively silenced when she continued to massage
my prostate for a long time until the contents of my balls slowly ran out
through my chastity belt and further down on the bed.  When Nina was happy
she pulled out her finger, but still held my head over the dildo.       "It
worked!" She said happily and let the dildo go off my face.  I was now
clean of everything except my own saliva.       "Are you horny?" She asked,
and lifted up my face.  I felt horny as I didn't have an orgasm so I
nodded.      "How wonderful!  I want a husband who is constantly horny. 
Are you horny for me?" she said then and I nodded again.       "I'm too
horny.  So therefore you have to fuck me now," she said, and I cheered
inside.  Nina got up from bed and took something from the floor. 
     "Since your cock is unlocked until I decide otherwise, you get to fuck
me anyway," she said, holding up something that looked like a dildo, but
that was hollow.       "Lie down on your back I'll ride you," she
whispered, and I obeyed, then she grabbed my chastity belt and entered the
hollow dildo over the plastic cover that held my cock locked.  And I
groaned with despair and frustration.       "Look how big it is.  Do you
want me to suck you too?" she laughed and took the dildo in her mouth and
sucked a few times before she let go and sat up in bed again.  Then she
leaned over me and put her gloved hand over my mouth and kissed her hand. I
was even more frustrated.  I wanted to kiss her lips, not her rubber palm.
     "Lie still and just enjoy," she said as she turned with her back
towards me and with both legs on either side of my body.  Then she opened
the zipper of her suit and lowered herself over the dildo.  I could feel my
penis inside the plastic stretch and swelled and wanted to grow but it was
impossible.  Instead, Nina began riding the dildo while I only saw her
back. Her hands reached up to my chest and she searched for my nipples as
she pinched and massaged them and I could feel my horniness grow and wanted
to explode but could not because my dick was trapped in the plastic tube
and I groaned frustrated.       "Certainly it is wonderful.  Oh, I'm so
horny," she gasped, and rode me faster while she pinched and pulled at my
nipples until I almost screamed with pure anger and frustration, but was
stopped me with a few fingers that she slipped into my mouth.       "Oh,
your cock is so beautiful," she moaned and rode me more and more violently
until she allowed herself a silent scream, and she shook the orgasm over my
body until her body stilled and she walked off me.       "It was wonderful,
Stefan.  Was it a pleasant moment for you, too, on our wedding night?  "
she said and stroked my cheek.  I could feel the tears were not far away.
But I nodded.       "Yes, Mrs., it was nice," I said and she pulled that
dildo from my plastic cage and put it on the floor.       "That's good. 
Put on diaper and pajamas now and crawl into bed as we sleep.  Tomorrow we
are going on a trip.  On our honeymoon".
        Nina disappeared into the bathroom where I heard how she washed and
made the toys clean and took her suit off.  I put on my diaper and pulled
up the pajamas pants over and felt like a baby again.  Damn, I thought.  I
wanted to have an orgasm but she had just drained me.  As Marianne had
taught her.
        When Nina came back from the bathroom she looked at me and smiled
as she stood in her white nightgown.       "Lie down and sleep for a while
now, Stefan," she whispered, pointing at the bed.  I crouched down and lay
on my back and looked up at the ceiling.  Nina went to the other end. 
     "One thing you should know.  I sleep on this side of the night but
usually this whole bed is mine.  You stay on that side and stay there all
night," she said.       "Yes Mrs.  Good night," I said as I felt horniness
grow within me, but I could do nothing about it.  `
  
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