'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. 

'Maternal Care' Segment IV

“Feel good... nice and comfy?” 

The query comes in a soft childlike voice, Derrick’s new Nanny speaking as if to a toddler.

His nods, the warm soapy water most soothing as promised. Sitting upright in the huge bathtub contracted and specially installed by wife Margaret, arms secured behind his back, a kneeling Nanny dotes over him, assuring he sinks not into the deep water and helplessly drowns.

“You’ll feel some tingling,” arising and reaching behind to unhook the partial brassiere.

Baring herself from the waist up, Derrick finds himself salivating, the support of the removed garment’s half cups seeming superfluous, the glands firm, the glistening nipples continuing to invite.  

Such beauty! Such a lustful sight!

“There is a mild depilatory I mixed in the bath water. In a few weeks time it won’t be needed. You’ll be nice and smooth for me... everywhere. So don’t be alarmed when you’re defoliated. It’s the way I like my boys.”

Nanny returns to kneeling at tub side, chamois in hand. She begins to lave neck and shoulders. Should Derrick be alarmed as she gently wipes his checks and chin, bringing tingling and presumed hair removal where a man needs to appear as a man? 

“Please not on my face, Nanny.”

“Oh, I’ll be shaving you. But softening the follicles helps. Shaving will just be for your face. And in time that won’t be needed as well.”

As Derrick begins to object, Nanny’s free hand goes to her left breast, lifting from below, cupping to present the coated nipple.

“Good boys get a reward. Licky, licky... be gentle... no teeth. Bad boys get a trip to the dentist,” the words again childlike... yet so ominous.

Such temptation! Too long denied, Derrick cranes his neck, putting aside his concerns of hair removal. He opens his mouth and engulfs ravenously. Whatever the nectar... honey as suggested... the sweetness is offset by something pungent yet pleasant.

Nanny did mention an added ingredient... a very special ingredient. In savoring, should Derrick be concerned?

“Good boy,” Nanny coos. “Make it nice and clean and you’ll have another,” Nanny slightly rolling her shoulders to jiggle her right breast.

Shoulders swabbed, Nanny lowers her chamois hand, cleansing the chest, tantalizingly smoothing over pink male nubs. It feels so good!

“Did you enjoy being led about by your balls?” Nanny inquires in a playfully provocative tone.

Mouth filled with sentient feminine flesh, Derrick murmurs concurrence, quickly berating himself for not expressing male revulsion. Yet the hand, gripping lightly, felt good. Warm, controlling but for some reason indeed not objectionable. From the livingroom, up the stairs, down the hall, to the master bath, with arms and hands encumbered there could be no defiance, earning a stronger and more controlling grip... and possibly pain... excruciating pain... should there be need to bring capitulation. No. Derrick obediently stepped behind.

Yes, soft, warm, convincing yet disconcertingly comfortable, Derrick followed Nanny’s hand... meekly followed. Yes, a woman led him about by his precious plums!

“These are important first steps Derrick... ceding to my authority. You’ll be better for it... help you transform to your new role. Your wife now controls the finances... you’ll not have a care in that regard... and I will control you. Everything will be just fine,” the words coming as the left hand slips from her left breast and reaches to present the right, sticky coating remaining. “You enjoy my concoction... the honey?”

Ingesting gleefully, Derrick again murmurs. He enjoys indeed... but it is more than the taste and the sense that he is pleasing. Something is happening. There is glee... inner peace... a weight is lifting... emotional. Though he sits bound, being treated as a child, there comes acceptance. He hungrily engulfs again, the right nipple of size beckoning, filling his mouth. He senses that he is no longer erect, the soothing hot water having its effect. Yet, there is something happening... not the physical sensation of pending orgasm... but feeling as though he has indeed had one.

The embarrassment.... the humility of being bathed like an infant matters not. Concerns of the humiliation fade. There is tranquility... a deservingly just end to a most daunting day.          

Then Derrick struggles to keep open his eyes. Slumber beckons. As the nipple is sucked clean, his latch releases, mouth opening, the breast dipping in retreat. Lastly he senses a very strong arm reach behind him, assuring he slumps not down into the water.

“You boys so much relish Nanny’s ketamine.”

Such words are not heard. Derrick enters another world... one of complacency, quiescence... and most importantly surrender.

'Maternal Care' Segment III

 “You’re not obeying me. It is not good to ignore your Nanny,” the melodic, pleasant voice brings Derrick from his recollections.

Remaining both enraged and frustrated from the afternoon’s revelations, now learning his wife has left on an extended vacation... with men who ‘sing, dance and fuck all day and night’... greeted in his own home by a pretentious yet seemingly matronly woman, Derrick is mentally exhausted. He knows he should fight, resist, but mustering the mental energy is trying.

“I need a drink,” starting to step past the woman of determination.

His Nanny moves to block his path.

“You’re not obeying. And there is no alcohol. Your wife gave me directions... and the key to the wine cellar. It has a new lock and all spirits have been removed from the kitchen and diningroom,” Nanny’s arms going to fold about her chest in a stance of authority. 

The standoff of many moments finally ends, Nanny’s face turning to a smile of triumph, the resistence of Derrick Mason slowly ebbing. She knows this... Derrick realizes. She knows he is emotionally out of bullets.

“You’ve had a trying day, Derrick. Take off your clothes. I am here for you. I will bathe you... nice hot, soapy water. This is what I do. And if you’re a good boy I have something you very much like.”   

With that, the arms unfold, hands going to the front of the thick white cloth of Nanny’s blouse. Fingers curl at the vertical seam running from neck to her waist. The hands pull. To the sound of a rip, Derrick finds the blouse does not button, but instead the garment separates, Velcro binding easily yielding to reveal beneath a brassiere, partial cups supporting mammary glands of size and... in Derrick’s mind... exquisite proportion... nipples protruding forth in invitation.

“Yes, good boys get a reward,” Nanny smiling brightly. “You may taste your Nanny... but not when you’re clothed. And I have something that makes your Nanny taste very good.”

Right hand to the pocket of her skirt, Nanny retracts a small jar, making a show of slowly unscrewing the lid, letting Derrick stare in lust, ignoring as a finger dips into a gooey substance then goes to right nipple then left to libidinously coat sentient flesh of dark reddish-brown.

“You’ll come to very much enjoy suckling your Nanny. Honey... and a very special ingredient.”

An entranced Derrick steps forth, head lowering, lips approaching. Such an inspiring end to a day from hell.

“No, no. Your clothes. And I need to show you how to tether your wrists for me.”

Nanny steps back, sending a message of denial. But she also returns the jar to her pocket and removes her blouse. Derrick has not before seen such a bra, the partial cups making the glands jut forth in welcome... beseeching attention.

Any remaining feistiness further ebbs. A part of him suggests continued defiance. Such erodes quickly.

“No drink. Well, I guess a hot bath will be... ah... nice,” his tone one of agreement.

“I will make you clean... and presentable. And we’ll talk. I think there are many things you’d like to tell your Nanny.”        

Not having any idea of what that may be, Derrick reaches and loosens his tie.

“Good boy. When you enter the house, just leave all your clothing here on the chair. Folded neatly. Good boys, keep things neat for their Nanny,” the voice now coming as soothing, Derrick continuing to undress, mesmerized by the enticement of such beauteous, firm and attractive breasts.

The nipples glisten with the sticky substance, seeming to beg for oral caress... to be licked clean and suckled.  

Shoes, slacks, socks, shirt... there comes pause as Derrick stands before the woman in just undershorts. Penis engorging, he realizes that complete nudity will spur full erection.

“You’ll not be bathed in your underwear... and you’ll not suckle. And if you have a nice stiffy for me, I’m sure you’d like to show it to me. As I said Derrick, I have had many boys... many years... seen what they have for me.”

A ‘stiffy’. Derrick imagines the woman... Nanny... chuckling in having young males so priapicly react to a fully clothed woman, now condescending in presenting her glands in coaxing his cooperation.    

Slowly, Derrick drops his undershorts. As he steps out of his remaining garb, he sheepishly notes he is fully erect.

“All you boys so much enjoy showing off for your Nanny. Well we’ll take care of that. You’ll be showing off for me... but when and how I want... not when you want,” the words coming with a knowing chuckle.

Nanny steps to the table, picking up the strips of vinyl.

“Now I’m going to show you how to do this just once. Then you’ll be doing it every time you step through the door. House rules... your Nanny’s orders.”

Nanny encircles the right wrist, threading the tip of one end of the strip through the small opening of the opposing end.

“Now place the index finger of your left hand on your right wrist. Yes, good boy. I will tighten a little bit, then you lean and finish tightening, pulling the end with your teeth. Leave your finger in place.”

Derrick complies, lowering his head, opening his mouth then biting and pulling. The circle of vinyl tightens.

“Good boy. Now slip out your finger. Yes, see, tight but not cutting off your circulation... yet not to be slipped off. Now you do your left wrist for me,” handing Derrick the second strip.

As Derrick pauses in thought, the revelation coming that he is preparing himself to be bound, a meaty, soft and warm hand goes to his pubes, first cupping his scrotum then rising to briefly palpate his erection.

“You’re tiny here Derrick, as your wife explained to me. I can see why she wants to spend some time in the islands. The boys are big down there. A woman needs some deep penetration from time to time... some more than others, ha, ha, ha.”

Can there come words of protest? Denial? Refute his size? Not while standing naked and erect. There can be no countering his Nanny’s assessment of his four inches. Instead Derrick saddens.

“Don’t be gloomy, Derrick. Every boy has a role. You just won’t be pleasing your wife... not as she deserves to be pleased. Finish up. It’s bath time. I’m going to make you feel very good... and look good. Then you can suckle and I’ll feed you.”

The contrasting emotions distract. Derrick finds his hands and fingers working as instructed, encircling his left wrist, right index finger pressing, teeth pulling. He knows not where all this will lead. But there is an inclination to yield to this woman. The day has been one battle and then another. He surrenders, eyes once again going to large, reddish-brown inviting nipples.  

“Arms back.”

Seeming to be in a trance, Derrick complies, hearing a ‘click, click’ as a double ‘D’ clamp, coming from nowhere, binds together the cable ties about his wrists.

“Such a good boy. Such a nice stiff penis.”

'Maternal Care' Segment II

“Good of you to stop in Derrick. You know Marilyn Hayes, representing your aunt’s estate. Since we’ve been talking, I felt it was easier for you to join us rather then packing up all the paper work and going to your office,” general counsel Liddy Kincaid gesturing to a chair at a small conference table strewn with documents.

As CEO of a multi million dollar corporation, Derrick indeed finds it a bit of a slight for him to go to her. Employees go to him.

“Not a problem. Got a text on my way back from lunch,” Derrick speaks in trying not to ogle the large breasted woman. Wife Margaret has always hassled him about the attributes he demands of female employees. His assistant of many years, Sophie Hazeltine, humorously chides him about it in private. And of course she is well proportioned at the chest as well. 

“We need to explain some things, Mr. Mason... mandated in your aunt’s will,” Marilyn Hayes getting right down to business. “About her eighty percent of the corporation.”

“Yes, of course.”

Derrick expects himself to be the beneficiary. He owns fifteen percent of the stock. Certain loyal, long time employees owning the remaining five percent. Having run the business for over ten years, being his aunt’s only blood relative, the bequeathment of his aunt’s eighty percent is about to be announced. He does his best to veil his excitement... much sacrifice over the many years... both financially and in swallowing much male pride. The woman was a tyrant.

“It’s going into a trust... your wife to be the trustee.”

“What!”

“Yes, along with a sizable amount of marketable securities and cash, details not to be disclosed to you,” Marilyn Hayes smug in her pronouncement.

“But... but... that’s not right. We’ve planned...”

“Yes, your wife mentioned that. Lots of spending over the years... no savings... relying on your aunt’s munificence at her demise. Well she had other thoughts.”

Derrick leans back in his chair. His salary has been comparatively modest over the years, leaving the corporation with as much cash flow as possible in order to grow... for his aunt’s benefit... and of course eventually his. His monthly pay check barely covers the mortgage and taxes on his mansion... purchased at a stretch under the urging of his wife. 

His hand goes to his forehead in duress. Marilyn and Liddy suppress laughter.

“Yes a surprise. Your aunt wanted to leave the stock directly to your wife. But I pointed out that in a community property state you’d be entitled to half and thus have voting control of the corporation. She did not want you to have control of anything.”

Financially neutered!

“The terms of the trust?” Derrick blurts in desperation.

“You’re not to know.... other than that your wife votes the shares... and pays herself trustee fees.”

“So Derrick, you’re now working for your wife,” Liddy gaily explains.

“And there’s more. I recommended a rights offering,” Marilyn continues, “raising money for the corporation. In order for your ownership not to be diluted you’ll need to contribute one and a half million dollars in order to keep your level of ownership at fifteen percent. If you don’t exercise your rights, the other shareholders, trust included, can acquire and utilize your unused rights.”

“But that would mean the corporation would be issuing some ten million dollars in stock. What are we to do with that much?” Derrick’s thoughts shifting from his personal predicament to that of CEO.

“You are not going to do anything with it. The corporation will be purchasing an aircraft... a sleek jet... for the new chairman of the board.” Liddy explains with glee.

“The new chairman?”

“Your wife.”

Yes, Derrick quickly realizes, Margaret Mason’s propensity to party... now to be fully manifested... jetting wherever a cocktail party beckons.

“What will I be left with?”

“No rights exercised... one and one half percent.”      

Derrick is apoplectic. In his dismay he looks to see both women sitting, shoulders back, prominently presenting mammary glands of size, seeming to subtly mock his penchant for large breasted women. In another time... another place... their combined actions would be interpreted as a sultry invitation... ‘come hither’. 

“Well we... I... don’t have the cash.”

“No cash... as expected. And you’re going to have a hard time raising it... based on your new salary.”

“New salary?”

“Half, Derrick. Keep in mind the jet will be expensive to maintain. And of course there are the fee’s to the trust... and the Chairman of the Board’s salary. Your wife’s going to need it. I understand there’s quite the mortgage on your home...”  

“I’ll be talking to my attorney. I’ll sue.”

“Before incurring substantial legal fees, Derrick... take some free counsel,” Marilyn Hayes advises in a smooth and calm voice, countering Derrick’s tone of exasperation. “Under Delaware law, the Chancery courts have ruled that legal action brought by shareholders of less than five percent are considered nuisance suits... readily dismissed.”

“We’re not in Delaware,” Derrick enjoying a ‘gotcha’ moment.

“No, but the business is incorporated there. A very business friendly state. Attack by an insignificant shareholder is viewed more or less as that of a pesky gnat. And you can’t remain as CEO and sue the company. So without a job and any income at all, think of the quality of the legal advice you’ll be able to afford.”  

More stunning revelation... how quickly and easily CEO Derrick Mason can find himself to be unemployed. He sits back in silent defeat.

“You’re dismissed Derrick,” general counsel Libby Kincaid summarily advises. “Marilyn and I have more things to talk about. You’re not needed. You may go home.”