'Maternal Care', Segment IX

This will be the final posted segment. The story has been published. See the July 28th 2022 posting.

CB

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Derrick awakens. He knows not the time. Is it daylight? With the room intended to be a nursery for a child that never came, wife Margaret had the windows boarded over. For some reason it never came to mind to remove. Derrick now suffers the consequences, to lie in the dimness without cognition of relative time.  

What has happened to him? What is happening to him? 

In testing his restraints, arms and legs flailing, such are not to yield.

He recalls the craziness of Friday, learning of his aunt’s will... the bequeathment of company stock and much cash to a trust... the voting control of the corporation essentially going to his frivolous wife... her first act as trustee to fly off on extended vacation... where the locals sing, dance and fuck all night!

Derrick seethes. But then recalls coming home... greeted by the mysterious woman of color... a nurse... a nanny... his Nanny! Oddly, it becalms, thinking of the privilege of suckling her breasts... enacting what he so often has fantasized about during hours of viewing internet porn.

But it’s not right! A captive in his own home... his anger broiling.

Adding to his anger and frustration... a wet diaper. It’s cool, it’s irritating, his own acidic excretions chafing skin brought to sensitivity. By being bathed! A woman bathed me! His infuriation peeking in thinking about the depilating tub water.  

Distraction. The bedroom door opens. A switch clicks. The room glows in bright lights. 

“How did my boy sleep?” a matronly voice coos.

“Get in here! Release me!”

Nanny knows immediately that the ketamine has subsided. She is prepared.

“That’s not how you talk to your Nanny... the woman who cares for you.”

“I’m wet... and locked up!”

“And you may stay that way... unless you calm down and be polite. You need to learn, Derrick, in this house everything now comes from me... the woman in charge of you.”

Nanny approaches. Going to the top left corner of the mattress, she reaches and with a simple flick of her finger, the cable tie for the right wrist is released.

Derrick instantly retracts his arm, folding and moving about to alleviate the cramping, then reaches over to release his left wrist. Rebuke comes quickly, Nanny’s hand going to the right nipple, both pinching and twisting to bring a stab of pain and a yelp.  

“Don’t ever touch your bonds. I will decide when to release you. I am your nanny. I am in charge.”

The pinch ends but thumb and finger remain in place as a warning. Derrick knows to still himself as demanded, relaxing his arm, ending his effort to free himself, another pinch threatened.

“Now I have something for a good boy,” free hand going to the blouse of her white uniform.

Derrick sees the hand move, hears the rip of Velcro. He calms himself indeed, recalling yesterday’s offering... breasts of size and firmness, rounded globes of perfection. His heart leaps as the folds part, the bra of half cups bringing inviting reddish-brown nipples into the bright room light.

Nanny smiles with the reaction... a child gaping at a huge ice cream sundae.

“Don’t move.”

In strolling to the top right corner of the mattress, Nanny doffs her blouse, nude from the waist up but for her revealing brassiere. She sits on the right side of the bed, positioning herself such that her boy Derrick can ogle, widening eyes inches from nipples so covetously suckled.

“Now, if I release your left wrist, would you like to reward yourself for being a good boy... staying still for me... letting yourself be properly nurtured?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Nanny smiling as the reply comes with a gasp of desperation.

“And there’s more,” Nanny’s hand going to the pocket of her uniform skirt, extracting the small jar known to contain sweet gooeyness once before savored. 

Fingers work. The bra is cast aside. Nanny enjoys the mesmerized look on her boy as the jar is opened, a finger dips and nipples right and left are brought to glisten invitingly in the bright lights.

“Just look... for now,” the coated finger going to Derrick’s lips.

Derrick knows to part his lips and cleanse... so much hoping for more... gazing in adoration... the broad shoulders... the flat stomach. Nanny is a sculpture... glands of perfection.

“You shouldn’t greet your Nanny so brusquely, Derrick. This is what good boys get,” rolling her shoulders, the firm sticky nipples swaying about. “Are you going to be a good boy?” 

“Oh, yes Nanny.”

“Then still stay. I am in control. You want me to be in control.”

The left cable tie is finally released. Derrick fights temptation but lies still, salivating. Nanny finally leans forth, arms extending, hands cradling her boy’s head, gently pulling to lift from the mattress, face going to her left breast.

“Licky, licky,” her tone one for toddlers, left hand and forearm wrapped about the back of his head.

There need be no further encouragement. Derrick licks then engulfs, taking in as much of the nipple and breast meat as possible. It comes to mind that the only thing moving under his own auspices is his tongue, all else controlled by his Nanny. 

“And no biting. Avoid the need for dental work,” index finger of the right hand tapping the nose in warning.

More ketamine... less defiance... tranquility to be restored as morning ablutions and further introduction to feminine governance and the strict protocols demanded of the diapered male will continue.

Though wife Margaret probably sleeps after a late night of partying with the well endowed native island boys, Nanny has taken the time to turn on the video recorder before entering and engaging in Derrick’s first diaper change. She knows it can be a satisfying scene for the women Derrick Mason has insulted... disparaging with his lascivious stares... neglecting husbandly duties for his wife. Perhaps the recording will even bring exhilaration.  

'Maternal Care' Published

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'Maternal Care', Segment VIII

“Can you see him on your computer screen, Margaret?”

“Oh yes, lying so peacefully. A little dark, but it’s Derrick.”

“You’re right about his infatuation with breasts. Took to my tits like starving newborn,” Nanny giggles into the phone. “How was your trip?”

“Quick and without the tedium of going through an airport and security. Flying privately is the only way to go. What’s next for Derrick?”

“More acclimatization to my control tomorrow and Sunday. By Sunday evening the piercings should be healed enough to lock away his penis.”

“Is that necessary... you know... with the locking diaper?”

“Physically no. He’ll not being touching himself... ever again unless you so decide otherwise. But mentally and emotionally it adds a layer frustration... knowing that should he somehow escape the diaper he’ll still not get himself off. And of course there’s the desired degradation... that a governing woman has his libido under her control.”

“Marvelous. I can’t help asking myself if we would have had children by now if he wasn’t constantly jerking himself off to porn.”

“Well, he’ll be getting to see the real thing... and not be able to get himself off,” Nanny laughing.

“Yes, quite the reversal. No problems handling him?”

 “I never have problems. Boys... they’re all ready to submit. It just depends on the level of determination I need to bring myself... and the ketamine. He’s taken to it very well. Turns him into a kitten,” both women laughing.

“It’s addictive?”

“No problems withdrawing physically... as with opioids. But emotionally, there will come need and attachment.”

“Just as I want. Good. Make him in need of something beside stroking himself and looking at pictures of tits.”

“Well, you have the web address for viewing. I’ll bed him every night at 8:00 p.m. For your husband, lots of rest, lots of time to think.”

“Yes, and do give the web address to Marilyn Hayes. She’ll need to know I’m fulfilling his aunt’s wishes. And to the girls in the office of course... Sophie and Liddy. They spent years with Derrick ogling their breasts, putting up with covert sexual abuse. They could use some reenforcement... bolster feminine pride.”

“Will do.”

“So you think Derrick can go through the day without wetting himself?”

“I hope not. That’s the point of diapering a boy... make him in need... decimate any male pride... bring humility. Monday morning, before dressing him and sending him off to work, I’ll fill him with water to assure the results,” the image bringing both women to laugh.

“Well I have to sign off, Miss Nanny,” wife Margaret mocking her husband’s humble form of address. “The evening is about to begin for me. While Derrick lies in bondage I’ll be picking up the islander of my choice. One’s bigger than the next... and they all fuck like machines.”

“Enjoy,” Nanny clicking off her phone.

'Maternal Care', Segment VII

“Slide forward,” Nanny releasing the wrist cable ties, “hands behind.”

In Derrick’s lightheadedness, he complies. He was feeling less drowsy, then the haziness returned. Something in the mush that his Nanny spoon fed him?

“Good boy. So obedient,” the double ‘D’ clamp returning to tether his arms behind his back.

Nanny stoops, unbuckling the Posey ankle restraints.

“Did you enjoy your dinner?”

“Rather bland Miss Nanny.”

“Well that’s all you’ll be getting here. Now stand for me.”

Derrick slides further forward off the makeshift high chair, bare feet finding the lush carpeting. The soft warmth brings a not before experienced frisson, abetted as his Nanny’s arms encircle his waist to steady him. Her firm hug brings a thrill as well. Why? 

“How about we try your new penis ring, Derrick? Holding and guiding you about by your balls seemed so acceptable to you. How about if I hook my finger through your new ring... would you like that?”

“I... I... don’t... well...”

With his stammering reply, Nanny ignores his reservations, indeed hooking the sizable loop... with care... and playfully jiggling about. Penis raw and sore after being skewered, just a touch more ketamine in the evening pablum has been enough to return her charge to a state of quiescence.

“Feel good?”

“I’ve not... you know... had a woman do...”

“Yes, you’ve sheltered yourself, Derrick... as your wife suggested... not permitting yourself to address your true needs... to subordinate yourself to governing women. Come, come, bedtime.”

Nanny steps, letting her arm loosely follow behind, no stress on the penis ring. Even in his stupor, Derrick realizes how precarious is his situation. In being ringed there... well... the fear of damage greatly outweighs the concern over pain.

He follows... carefully.

“I’ve prepared the spare bedroom for you. I’ll be in the next room.”

Intended to be a nursery for a child never conceived, the spare bedroom adjoins the master bedroom. Though mind addled, Derrick knows the room is devoid of furniture. And so in being led up the stairs and down the hall by his penis, it comes as a surprise to enter and see that in the empty spare bedroom is now a large platform bed, oddly centered, no other furniture except a not before seen chest of drawers. Hanging over the bed, from the ceiling, is what appears to be a trapeze bar, familiar foam lined cuffs of nylon at each end.  

“Now boys tend to wet the bed... so I have your diaper ready.”

“A diaper, Miss Nanny!” the fawning form of address bringing a smile to she in charge. 

The words express surprise but the voice is subdued, the ketamine working its magic.

Laid out on the bed, Derrick gawks in seeing a triangle of absorbent cloth... a diaper indeed. Yet beneath lies a garment of rugged leather, attached straps and buckles imposing.

“Designed for institutional use... in long term care facilities... for the insane... and mentally incompetent. Buckled and locked in place... it’s not to be removed... not without the key... or sharp tools and a lot of effort for the defiant,” Nanny explains, always jubilant in introducing a boy to the horror of near twenty four seven confinement.  

“But... but... Miss Nanny... I don’t need...”

“I’ll decide what you need. Being diapered means you will be dependent... more in need of your Nanny. It brings the utmost empowerment, and I so much thrill in being empowered... as you will come to be thrilled in ceding to me. You’re so much going to look forward to coming home to your Nanny.”    

The penis finger gently yet firmly tugs toward the bed. A finger of the free hand points. Derrick knows to either mount the mattress or suffer as the ring finger slowly increases tension. Finally he cedes indeed, scrambling to first kneel and when the finger releases, sit upright, buttocks pressed to the cloth liner.

“Stay,” comes a softly spoken command as Nanny releases the wrist restraints, “now lie back, hands to the corners of the mattress.”

Derrick again asks himself about the preparation, straps at each corner at the ready to return his arms to bondage, cable ties quickly clipped to the straps, hands widely parted and over his head. 

“Now more protocol... I’m impressed that you so readily lie for me, but you also need to lift your feet, bend at the waist so I can cuff your ankles,” Nanny pointing to the above bar.

Derrick complies, bringing Nanny to wonder... is it truly the ketamine that brings such seemingly eager compliance... or is her boy naturally subservient... as wife Margaret has postulated? 

Nanny reaches above, cuffing each ankle, the feet held high and widely parted.

“Good boy,” Derrick’s foggy mind amazed as within seconds the diaper beneath is folded over his pubes, his defoliated groin and buttocks covered, the absorbent cloth pinned in place. 

Next comes the thick leather, assuring the diaper remains always in place. Derrick notes that it is  stiff and heavy, apparently lined with strips of metal to inhibit cutting. Nanny buckles at the waist, adhering a small padlock. Next straps about the thighs are buckled and likewise locked.

Nanny has diapered and locked away a grown male in less than a minute. The woman has many times done this, Derrick concludes.

The ankle cuffs are released from the bar. Derrick knows to lower his feet and legs. As he suspected, similar straps at the lower end of the mattress await. When secured, Derrick lies in four point restrain.

“Don’t fear, you’re on camera. I can see you whether I’m in the living room watching a movie, or next door in the bedroom,” Nanny pointing to cameras mounted high in each corner of the room.

Yes, such a conspiracy. While CEO Derrick Mason spent his day at work, ending with a stultifying meeting with lawyers, his Nanny was busying herself preparing a defacto nursery.

How long has this been planned? How much input from his deceased aunt, the termagant no doubt laughing in her grave?  

She was always inquiring about children. Derrick supposes the conspiracy, the apparent bonding of his aunt and wife, began with frank womanly discussions concerning Derrick’s lack of sexual prowess... his aunt consoling by suggesting revenge... first anointing wife Margaret with money, then power over the corporation and he as CEO, and freeing her of any connubial obligations. After all, you can’t have sex with a man locked in a diaper... treated as a child.  

“Night, night, Derrick. And feel free to soil your diaper. It’s quite absorbent. Feel good... nice and snug?” the question voiced as one would speak to a child, comforting before the lights dimmed.

As Derrick nods, berating himself for not expressing appall, the lights dim indeed. The door closes. For Derrick a day from hell ends. But has it really been so daunting? Feeling his trapped penis swelling, the question brings confused thoughts.

'Maternal Care', Segment VI

“So you’ve had a busy day. Your bath must have felt very nice.”

Derrick sits naked, penis remaining firm. He remains somewhat lightheaded. It is a pleasant lightheadedness, not like the few times he’s had too much to drink and anticipates passing out or vomiting.

Nanny has requisitioned a bar stool from the basement wine cellar. A foggy minded Derrick realizes the strong woman of color has been in the house for hours before his arrival, the master bath well prepared with fragrant bathing soap, the depilatory solution at the ready, a chamois not before seen in wait for his soak. So he sits, propped on the front edge, wrists remaining behind his back.   

“It was... so... relaxing...” searching for words.

“That’s what a Nanny does... for good boys. You suckled very nicely. Did you like the taste?”

“Yes... yes... honey. And something else... and... well... you have...”

“Firm breasts,” Nanny completing his thoughts as her hands move to Derrick’s captive wrists. “Now you’ll feed better sitting back. Again, be a good boy for your Nanny. When I unclip your wrists just bring your arms forward and lay them on the arm rests. Very simple. Be obedient.”

The words are kind but firm. Derrick notes that as a precaution, Nanny’s free hand lowers and again grasps his scrotum. A gentle squeeze sends her message of authority... and the threat of quick and painful punishment for any shenanigans.

“I can feed myself,” Derrick objects in hearing the click of release.

“You can... but you won’t. Not while I’m in charge. And I’m very much in charge,” her grip tightening.

With a yelp, Derrick draws his arms about, placing on the bar stool arm rests as instructed. For the first time he notes the bar stool has been augmented, looped about the arms left and right are what appear to be chains... collars for a small dog. As he ponders, Nanny facilely clips right wrist then left, securing his arms to the chains.

“Sit back, make yourself comfortable.”

Mind in a haze, Derrick slides his bare buttocks toward the seat back, his spine supported by the stool. In so doing his testicles are released and Nanny quickly stoops. Derrick learns there are more modifications to the stool. Ankle cuffs, broad strips of foam lined nylon are buckled in place, ensuring he is one with the stool. For the first time he feels the circle of metal implanted near his rectum, sensing that he is sitting on something. He squirms. Nanny notes.

“You’ll get used to it... all my boys do,” chuckling in knowing that acclimating to chastity forced by a presiding woman requires more mental and emotional transformation then physical. 

Nanny reaches to assure the wrist restraints are properly restrictive, then announces...

“There, my boy is ready for feeding time. So Derrick, you like suckling your Nanny? If you’re good you can have that every day... just step in the door, disrobe for me and place your wrists in bondage. Cable ties are cheap. These will be cut off before you go to work... and you’ll have a new set in wait when your return home.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the humble reply bringing Derrick to have second thoughts.

“That’s yes Nanny,” the obeisant reply bringing a smile.

“Will you... well... that stuff... your concoction?..”

“My special honey? My, my addicted already. Yes, you will suckle that as well. Put you in a nice tranquil state of mind.”

Nanny ponders if and when she should divulge that her concoction is laced with ketamine, a complex compound with numerous medical uses... as an anesthetic... as a mood altering anti depressant... a wonder drug which doctors and psychologists are still experimenting with and finding new uses. Hazardous when ingested with alcohol, one of Nanny’s first imperatives was to secure all the household wine and liquor. The supervising women in the office will ensure nothing inebriating is imbibed during the day.      

Wrists and ankles restrained, Nanny stands before her charge, marveling at how accurately wife Margaret assessed her truckling husband. Combative... but seeming only for show... veiling his submissiveness and his latent desire to serve and please... his fetish for large breasted women really just a cry for being mothered. And that Derrick Mason shall have.

“You sit. I have something for you... takes a minute to prepare,” a hand reaches forth, going to the hairless chest, almost all body hair washed down the tub drain after an hour of soaking in the depilatory.

As she toys with a nipple, bringing a foolish giggle, Nanny questions if Derrick realizes how long the ketamine put him in la la land. She is quick with the Prince Albert piercing... after ringing so many penises. But the guiche about the perineum is cumbersome, having to position the buttocks, cheeks held well parted, jabbing the perfect tuft of flesh about the rectum.   

'Maternal Care' Segment V

Derrick awakens. He feels amazingly relaxed, lying supine. He peers about not able to see much... walls of white enamel to his left and right. The ceiling lights above are bright and he realizes he is lying in the moist but otherwise empty oversized tub, head and back pressed to the bottom, legs bent at the hips, calves and ankles resting on the top edges, right and left. He realizes that in reclining in such a pose, his male package is obscenely presented. For some reason he seems not to care, tranquility remaining.

“My boy awake?” Derrick looking to see the handsome dark face of his Nanny peering from above.

Something gurgles from his mouth, bringing his Nanny to smile.

“Yes, quite relaxed. You’ll speak better in a few minutes. Just rest a bit. And if you feel some soreness down below, don’t be alarmed. I ringed you. You’ll heal over the weekend and be fine for work on Monday.”

“Ringed?” the word not fully discernible, his Nanny more or less reading his lips.

“A nice thick Prince Albert piercing for your little penis... and a guiche... that’s at your perineum near your anus. Quite useful for my control... particularly when you’re not in your diaper and I don’t want to allow a stiffy.”    

What! Derrick’s look gives away his concern.

“Maternal control... recall? Feminine authority? Your wife has decided... and you don’t want to cross her. No job... no money... no home. Keep your situation in mind.”

As she speaks Nanny leans over the side of the tub, an arm lowering. Despite the trauma... physical and emotional... Derrick is disappointed to see she has covered herself, returned to complete uniform of starched white. His thoughts divert when a hooked finger goes to his pubes area. Derrick manages to lift his head, watching in shock as a finger slips into a large oblong shaped ring inserted into his urethral opening, spearing the underside of the shaft some inch and a half below the tip.

“Ugh,” the stab of pain more surprising than painful.

“See. Tiny penis, huge ring. Rather overwhelming I know. But as I explained to your wife and corporate general counsel when interviewing, it’s best when conquering the male ego and sex drive to do so completely and thoroughly. You’ll be feeling this... forever. Quite heavy... and thickly gauge.”

Nanny slips out her finger. Derrick feels his limp, wounded penis fall to the bottom of the tub with a clunk. Heavy indeed.   

But then her words sink in... an interview with his wife... and corporate general counsel... Liddy Kincaid! She must know of this quirky arrangement! Who else knows the CEO of a multi million dollar corporation has a Nanny?

“Think you can get up? You need to eat. And I think a good boy would once again like to be led about by his balls...wouldn’t he? You’re already coming to relish a woman’s controlling touch... and control you will be under.”

Drat... the woman seems to read inner thoughts that he so much would like to cast off!

The face and head momentarily disappear. In returning, arms lower, a fluffy towel in hand. Though body mostly dry, the towel grazes about. Derrick senses a not before felt thrill, soft cotton grazing over his skin not before bringing a brisance. The gentle effort brings to him a smile... an inadvertent show of the appreciation for the attention.

“Feels good, I know. The depilatory solution brings sensitivity. My special solution brings need for care. Surrender to me Derrick. It is best. You’re a boy... not a man to fight battles... and certainly not one to win.”

Derrick lies back, accepting again, not caring whether his strength will return. Soaking up the maternal care.