Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Twenty-Four
David: “Looks likes it’s about bedtime buddy.”
Tommy: “Ya but I don’t have school tomorrow and you certainly don’t have work so why not stay up a while longer?”
David: “hmmmmmmmmmmm, I don’t know, it’s important for boys to keep to their circadian rhythm.”
Tommy: “Come on please? Just another hour or two?”
David “1 hour then, that’s it.”
At that David moved closer to Tommy and put his arm over his shoulders, Tommy didn’t mind, the closeness felt good.” after an hour and a half David checked his watch.
David: “OK that’s an hour up, more than that even, come on lets get you to bed.”
Tommy grumbled a bit, but got up and waddled a very swollen waddle up the stairs into his room forgetting for a moment the rule to bathe, and thus rerouting to the bathroom, standing there waiting.
David was not far behind, he went through the same routine with Tommy as he had for the prior bath, the same steps, all identical, by keeping to the same routine Tommy would find it easier every time, until it became normalized, second nature, effortless.
After the bath in Tommy’s bedroom the routine was again much the same as before, David went down to the kitchen and came back with the fresh bottle so Tommy could drink it while he was being diapered, after being diapered and redressed into a new clean sleeper this one was dark blue and had glowing ufo’s and aliens all over it. (Tommy noted David sure had a lot of these) David then grabbed Tommy wrists, setting the bottle aside.
David: “We have to change out those mittens they gotta be dirty by now, especially with a little drool eh? it’s OK I got another pair here we will swap them and I’ll clean your hands while I’m at it, I can wash the dirty mitts overnight.”
David pulled out something from his pocket, it was red, it had a flat end that had a black bottom side, it was roughly the size of a cherry, and looked like plastic, David held the flat end against the knob locking the mittens onto Tommy’s wrist and the knob clicked and came loose, it was like magic, just the proximity of the ‘cherry’ to the knob was all it took for it to unlock itself.
David: “It’s a magnet, designed with just the right dimensions and strength to be able to unlock these locking cuff links, think of it as just another key really.”
David took off Tommy’s mittens and let him set down the squishy balls.
David: “How’s that feel, your fingers stiff or hurting?”
Tommy: “Nah they’re fine, I was able to squeeze those little balls whenever I wanted and that kinda exercised my fingers anytime I needed to, though I couldn’t straighten them out totally so it’s nice to do that even if just for a moment, it does seem a bit harder to totally straighten them.”
David: “Ya that ll happen, don’t worry it wears off in minutes, but you’ll find that out at the end of the week, for now lets scrub your hands here.”
David wiped Tommy’s hands down with rubbing alcohol and paper towels, then he wiped them down with a wet rag, then he dried them with a dry rag.
David: “That should do it, do they feel all dry?”
Tommy shook them about a little bit.
Tommy: “Ya they’re dry.”
David: “OK here you go, clean ones.
David handed Tommy two squishy balls again, new ones, the others clearly were going to the wash, then David pulled a new pair of identical mittens out of a drawer in the changing table and pulled them onto Tommy’s hands, locking them at the wrist, just the same as last time. David also pulled something else out the drawer, he grabbed Tommy’s sleeper at the chest and clipped something onto it, it had a strap, David grabbed the other end of the strap and pushed it to Tommy’s mouth, reflexively he opened his mouth and took it in, at first he felt he was nursing a bottle again but nothing was coming out, he patted his face with a mitten and felt nothing there but plastic pressed against his lips, like a curved tiny plate, oh! he thought, it’s pacifier! he groaned and spit it out!
Tommy: “Hey I don’t need a pacifier!”
David: “The drool spot on those last mittens disagrees, so does your pillow case, your bed sheets, your blanket, face it buddy you need something to suck if it’s not a bottle and the thumb is trapped then use the pacifier, that’s what they are made for, it’s more sanitary then sucking on random fabric, better for the fabric that way too! I still have to change out your pillow case and bed sheets cause of that, I think that can wait till tomorrow though, I’ll wash your blanket while I’m at it.”
Tommy blushed at the acknowledgment of his suckling problem, it had been unspoken until now, and now he’d been given a pacifier to help manage it. He couldn’t argue the logic, if he was gonna be sucking on things it may as well be a pacifier, how much worse could that be then a thumb anyhow.
David then pulled yet another item out of the tables drawers, he turned a knob on it and it clicked and a green led lit up, Tommy recognized it.
Tommy: “A baby monitor?! Seriously?!”
David: “Remember this morning Tommy? You couldn’t open the door? The mittens wouldn’t let you turn the knob, this is my solution! See I told you I had a way to solve that, I will keep the other end on me at all times, if at anytime you need out of your room just call for me and it will wake me up and I’ll come open the door for you, don’t be afraid to call me I don’t mind being woken, I have plenty of free time each day to nap whenever I want! unless you’d rather we just keep the door open? but even if we did that a breeze could close it and then you’d be stuck.”
Tommy blushed but realized this was entirely practical, he didn’t like the idea of waking David but if that’s what it took, Tommy didn’t like sleeping with his door open, it made him uneasy. And he didn’t want to be stuck if it got closed somehow, so he decided to just put up with the monitor.
David set the monitor on the table besides Tommy’s bed, and grabbed it’s receiver from a drawer clipping it onto his belt.
David then grabbed Tommy’s armpits and lifted him off the table setting his feets onto the floor, Tommy waddled over and climbed into bed, David had to help hold the sheets open, then tucked Tommy in real tight, he grabbed the bottle and held it for Tommy while he nursed it and closed his eyes, he was asleep before it was finished, David just kept holding it, and Tommy kept nursing it between snores, once the bottle was empty David put the pacifier to Tommy’s lips, and he of course took it without hesitation, suckling it contentedly while he slept, David left the room and decided to update the ocean whispers
the whispers now spoke:
“When I feel an emotion I will let it out.
It’s OK to cry.
I like wearing my mittens, they are very comfortable.
I like being fed by others, it feels like love.
They must love me, or they wouldn’t bother to feed me.
When they feed me I can feel the warmth of their love flowing through my whole body.
When they hold my bottle for me it feels so comfortable, so loving.
I enjoy being fed food and bottles.
My mittens make sure I get more feedings and thus more love.
It is so hard to feed myself, sometimes I forget how to do it.
Sometimes I spill my food on myself or on the ground whenever I try to feed myself.
I know I can’t spill when someone else feeds me instead.
It’s much better to be fed then to feed myself.
I like my blanket.
My blanket likes to be called bwankie.
Cartoons are more fun then other shows.
I like cartoons.
I like children’s shows.
I like cutesy prints.
There’s nothing wrong with liking the things I like.
If it’s harmless and makes me happy then it is worthwhile.
I like my pacifier.
Suckling my pacifier is just as nice as suckling my thumb.
Sometimes it’s even better cause then I have both hands free.
My pacifier is my friend.
My pacifier protects me.
The shield on my face helps to hide me.
People don’t notice me as easily when the shield is hiding me.
I don’t even notice the pacifier is there sometimes.
I get so used to having it there it just feels normal to suck my pacifier.
There’s no reason to hide it.
I am proud of my pacifier.
People are jealous of my pacifier.
They don’t have pacifiers cause their Dada’s didn’t love them enough to give them one.
My Dada loves me so he gave me this pacifier.
Sometimes when I sleep I get a discomfort in my bottom.
When that happens I just puuuush it out and feel all better.
Anytime I get a pressure in my bottom I will just puuuuuush it out.
It’s OK to puuuush it out, I can puuuush it out anytime I want.
It won’t hurt, it’s good for me, and it makes daddy happy.
When I puuuuush it out I am a good boy.
Because puuuuushing it all out is what good boys do.”
This would repeat on loop all night every night from then on.
David wrapped up his evening, did his shower and other needs and went to bed.
The End of Regressed By My Landlord – Chapter Twenty-Four.
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