Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. *************************************************************************** **** 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 *************************************************************************** **** Chapter 1 - I It is hot, not only because of the clothes, but the jostling and Madam have invited perhaps as many as thirty people. They're all dancing, drinking, laughing and eating., The bass and the music that cuts through the masses who all seem to move with the beat of the sound. In their hands they hold glasses filled with drinks served by the bartender standing behind the counter in the living room. Madam's apartment is at the top of the tower, she calls it the penthouse. I just live here, as a forgiven. A viewer of life who perceives the world from my own perspective and that, always, without hesitation, must be present for Madam. The guests are dressed in beautiful dresses, sparkly blouses and suits. They are colleagues of Madam and her muscular handsome and disgusting lover Thomas. And even some customers who tend to visit Madams and Thomas gym-company. Madam and Thomas are partners since some months back. And there is Sarah, one and a half year ago, she was my girlfriend. That was during the time Madam managed to get Sara to believe that I was excited to be submissive and to play a helpless baby. She is no longer mine; she chose to engage in a relation, with my best friend Beppo none the less. I can see Marianne, Sarah's older lesbian sister who hurt me several times in the most subtle ways, she's over there. Of course, Beppo is here. Sometimes he looks at me, but without showing any emotions or sympathy, for I am nothing, at least not in the eyes of others. I'm just a nobody in all of their eyes, not a man, not an individual. The apartment is beautiful, well-furnished and very well managed, if I may say so myself. I'm in charge of the apartment during the days Madam is at work. In particular, the photograph in the hallway. Its purpose is clear, it is to remind me and Madam of our marriage, cleaned daily and kept clean and visible for myself and for our guests, all according to Madam's wishes. Some laugh at it and almost everybody who views it has their own opinion. I myself have lost that privilege. I just accept it and reflect on the symbolic value it has. Madam parades it, not at all ashamed to show it off to visitors. Tonight my only task is to obey. Almost everybody involved are used to it by now, however, a few people, new to us, who have never visited us before, they reacts. They look at me and wonder. Some laugh at it or at the situation and others are embarrassed of what they see. However, I am unable to explain, I do not possess that position, nor to protest. My job is to exist, to be there not to express my opinions, to use my mind. This evening, this festive evening, as we enter a new year and winter white robes spread beyond the big panorama windows, Madam allowed an extra nice outfit for me to carry. Wearing a chastity belt - CB6000, a combined diaper and diaper pants, on top of a pair of lockable diaper pants in thin latex, equipped with a new modern time lock, then, like a shiny white fondant over the cake, latex tights, high heels that make taller than 5'2 feet, together with a bra that has breasts that look bigger, for some reason, they have become in the last month anyway. A short red latex dress hides what's underneath. Between the latex-clad wrists and chains on my hands are white latex gloves. Around my neck, Madam has attached a shiny beautiful leather leash. Over my head is a new comprehensive lockable photogenic female mask that Madam ordered via the Internet. Well hidden under the mask, safely tucked in my mouth, is a red ball with a strap around the head which makes my cheeks to bulge out and look cute, all according to Madam's wishes. Only my eyes are visible. A short cut wig covers my head. I toddle around, serving the guests, Madams guests. Silently while the guests talk and laugh freely, I work. My name is Stefan Lager, I'm 19 years old. 6 moths ago I became Madam's husband, at least according to the paper that is registered. Her name is Nina, she's 21 years. I do not have permission to use her name. Only her lovers and friends have the privilege to do so. To me, she's Madam and nobody else, and thus attracted to me only in that way. I call her Madam the rare occasions when I' m ganted permission to speak to her at all. And she calls me nothing but Steffie. Tonight, Madame is dancing with Thomas. She presses against him and they kiss. No one reacts because only a few of the guests know that I'm married to Madam, that I am her husband and Thomas is her lover. But I have had to accept it. Because she owns me and I own nothing. Everything around me is owned by Madam, even the accommodation. I too am owned by Madam. All because of a number of documents I was tricked in to signing when my parents died in the tragic car accident. During my grieving process Nina took care of everything including all the paper work and made me sign what I thought were documents from the lawyer. There were a variety of documents, including legal, but I never read the contents thoroughly. One of the documents that I signed gave Nina the full rights to everything that had previously been my life. I had two options, either live on Nina's conditions, or move out of my childhood home without anything at all. I had to live on her terms, which meant a life entirely controlled by Madam. From the moment I signed those papers, I became a serf, her slave. Now I miss all that used to be my identity. My ID card and passport are gone. I have no bank account, all my finances are controlled by Madam. I never had a drivers license. This evening, I am also prohibited from using the toilet, I must be available at all times for Madam's guests. I will be able to change the nappy which is hidden somewhere under all the clothing when the electronic time lock is opened at exactly at 3:00 when the party officially is expected to be over. I have just peed in it once but it feels clumsy enough to move anyway. However, I can't complain, nobody would understand anyway due to the ball in my mouth. * "You did good tonight, Steffie. My guests were happy, and I'm happy as well," Madam announced a few hours later after she closed the door and the last guests left the apartment. The clock struck two in the morning. The guests had left and everything and silence covered the room. She looked down at me and smiled, she is 7.9" which makes her a lot taller than me. She grabbed a hold of my chin and turn up my face towards her. And smiled while she enjoyed her status of power and dominance over me. "One day, Steffie, you might be released from the mask you wear. But not yet. I am yet to feel pleased with you, " she says as she lets me go. She wipes her hand across my chest while she enjoys the feeling of watching me, the little man who is humiliated by her. Once upon a time, things were different, not at all like this, back then I was the mean one. I was the one that would annoy her and she was the ugly cousin that I could bully limitlessly. Not anymore. A year and a half ago, the tables got turned, our roles were reversed. "You drool. Do something about it immediately and then clean the apartment. When you are done, get into my bedroom," she instructs. I feel ashamed and dirty. I have been drooling all night because of the ball that makes me unable to close my mouth and thereby control my saliva. Nina takes Thomas by the hand and brings him with her into the bedroom, Madams bedroom, should be added, and I hurry into the bathroom to wash my mask. In the distance I can hear the sounds from Madam's bedroom, kissing, light moaning and giggling reveal Madam and Thomas relationship. In the meantime I consider for a moment about what she meant. What is she not satisfied with? I'm not in a position to question. Winter night, the silence creates a wall of void; I feel the emptiness left by the guests. While Madam makes out with Thomas in the bedroom I preform my duties in the living room. I pick up all the glasses, plates and bowls and put them into the dishwasher. I clean the apartment with the central vacuum cleaner system, it's quiet so it won't interfere Madam. When it's all done, I turn out the lights and look through one of the big panorama windows with a view of the city from the penthouse up on the twentieth floor. I can see the lights forming a net over the surrounding areas. There are a few cars left on the road and one or two late New Year's rocket, it's quiet. Up here, away from it all, you can hear nothing. This re-awakens a feeling inside of me of being an observer, an outside, despite being present in the moment. When I go to Madam's bedroom, I turn out the last light and leave the apartment to the serene night. On the bed lies Madam and Thomas naked and touching each other's well-trained bodies. Madam looks up and points to the hook in the wall next to the bedroom door. "Stand there, be quiet and wait," she says and stands up while she strokes Thomas cheek. She whispers something to him. He looks at me and smiles. Madam is naked in front of me. I follow his eyes as they glance at her muscular body, I'm not allowed to touch it, I don't dare to.I can only touch it with my eyes. Instead, I stand still and let her connect my wrists to a loop in the groin on my latex tights. Then she presses me against the wall and attaches the hook to my leash so that I will be standing there as a tethered animal. "Watch us and enjoy now, my girl," she whispered and patted me lightly on the cheek before she crawled back into bed with Thomas. The only warmth I feel is a result of piss flowing to my diaper due to my inability to hold my bladder, it's the second time this evening. I can't do anything about it. Still silenced and locked, placed up against the wall on a hook while Madam makes love with Thomas. They both appreciate the audience that I represent with my presence. It is my wifes pussy he fucks. There is another man's cock that penetrates my wife. Wife. I have got used to it and accept it. For such were the agreement's Madams set up upon our marriage. I observe their caresses, their games, when he fucks her when she rides him. Until their passion receives an outlet and they finally collapse over each other. They lay there for a while, until Madam decides to gets away. "Thomas, release him," she whisper, and Thomas walks towards me. He is big and musculous, the opposite of fat, his muscles sway as he moves towards me. Thomas stand in front of me so that my face is almost pressed against his chest while he unlocks chain the hook and pushes to the bed, right in front of Madam. "On your knees," she says, and I obey because I know what to do. Behind me Thomas put in his fingers under the mask and loses the ball in my mouth that had been there all evening. He pulls his fingers out and the mask sticks all over my face again. And I am breathing a moment before Madam's hand grabs the hair of my wig and press my rubber face against her pussy. "Clean", I hear Madam say and I obey. A smell of cock mixed with pussy penetrated my throught as I started to lick Madam after she had made love to Thomas. This was m,y duty and my task. The remains of Thomas sips in to mouth and yes I swallow. I can't think of another option that won't lead to punishment. When Madam approves of her cleaning I go down on Thomas and sit with his cock in front of my face. Madam laughs. "Well, bitch," Thomas says and I open my mouth. I have learned my lesson after I was banged by Thomas after I refused to open my mouth in front of his cock. "It's good for you to taste both your Madam's and her lover's juices," Thomas laughs as he drives his cock in and out of my mouth so I almost get him in my throat. My gagging makes me cough and produce more saliva, which makes Thomas cock more easily to work in and out. He stops and hits me across the face, I fall on Madam. She receives me. "Go to bed now. We want breakfast in the morning, at eight," Madam says and I pull myself together and nod. "Yes, Ma'am", I say and disappear out of the room. I'm Steffie, six months ago Stefan but that name is no longer used. Under my clothes fits a diaper, and on top of it a pair of diaper pants. The sweet thing with these diaper pants is that they are lockable, for which Madam created a solution. A wire is sewn into the trouser material around the waist. On this wire is a buckle with a built-in lock that is programmed digitally by Madam. She can send signals from her computer to the lock that determines the locks opening and closing times. I get to the bathroom just in time when the lock is programmed to be opened so that I can remove it along with the clothes from my body. It is my duty to make sure I'm perfectly clean and Madam wants me to keep that responsibility, she's not found of me if I act like a baby she has to take care of. My integrity is rather limited, but rather physically controlling me through humiliation by washing my genitals, she arranged diaper pants with time lock that force me to handle my own hygiene certain times of the day. If I happen to miss the time, I have to endure being wet, or possibly worse... I shower quickly (I have about five minutes), rinsing the chastity belt that keeps my genitals locked up for as long as I can remember now, or for at least six months. Sometimes Madam removes it and cleans it. I have not had to touch it myself, instead I get milked, and I am getting used to that. Milking is yet another way for Madam to use her dominance over me. It degrades me as a person and makes a possession. Who wants another person's finger inside their anus massing and then to empty their scrotum on without being given even the smallest pleasure? After drying myself I put the only night clothes I own and have permission to wear; a pink nightgown. I put on my night diaper. The mask is left over my face. It may be removed without Madams permission. Before I go to my bedroom I pass the hall and the photo on the wall, our wedding photo. She is beautiful, stately and proud. I sit on her lap with her hand over my mouth, it's a picture full of symbolism, a picture of our marriage. My room is located just behind the kitchen. When Madam bought the apartment with the wealth she received from parent's legacy, and sold my childhood home, I was placed in a separate room behind the kitchen. It is small but rooms a chest of drawers, bed and a bookcase. Anything more is considered to be of no necessity to me, for my life is dedicated to Madam and not to my own wishes as Madam has said. Every night as I lay in my bed I put the alarm on at 7.00 o'clock. Tonight I will have only a few hours of sleep, I have go get up and make breakfast for Madam and Thomas. I have my regular chores to perform as well, no matter what day of the week it is. The schedule, is created to fit Madam's work and is displayed in my room and in the kitchen. To remind me that I am owned and do not own the rights to my own life. For it is stated in the contract I was once tricked in to signing. As I turned on the light it become increasingly dark, and quiet. I don't hear Madam and Thomas in the bedroom at the other end of the apartment. So I close my eyes. Before I go to sleep I think back to what was before. Before we returned home from the trip after the wedding, before the party. In my thoughts I can hear the voice of Madam and I cry. The first time I had to lick her clean after she had sex with Thomas, her lover was on our honeymoon. I sobbed while she gave me strokes over the head. She forced me to accept the role I had been given, I had become nothing. "It's okay to cry, Steffie. It's okay. You are mine. I do not love you and you do not love me. But you're still mine. And will remain so under the contract. Because I own you, right? "She whispered, and I nodded. Because I knew it was true.Another Woman 1