“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.
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