Back to those Helpless Days – Chapter One
Bobby McDonald had so much stress in his life. His job as a senior-level manager at the high-tech manufacturing firm required an extreme commitment of time and energy, leaving precious little of either one when Bobby got home at night. The last six months had been both wonderful and awful, since his marriage was another casualty of his demanding career. Bobby couldn’t decide at first which was worse, coming home to a nagging wife or now coming back to an empty and quiet house at the end of a long day. As the impact of the divorce became more apparent, he decided that he preferred the calm environment at home now.
Not only did he have no one making any demands on him at home, he now had the privacy and the opportunity to indulge in the secret fetish that he had kept hidden inside for so long. Bobby wasn’t sure when he developed this craving, since it seemed as if he had always longed for it, but now the pressure of work made his private passion even more appealing. He had long ago come to accept that he was an infantilist. It took many years before he could classify and identify the urges he felt inside him, and he was very glad as he learned that it was not such a rare fetish as he had originally thought.
There were two sides of it that he discovered; the adult baby (AB) and the diaper lover (DL). Some people seemed to be either one or the other, and some were both. The adult baby yearns to actually “be” a baby once again – to live life as a small child both physically and mentally. They tend to like baby talk and imitating the lifestyle of a baby as much as possible. The diaper lover, on the other hand, gets their enjoyment purely out of wearing and using a diaper. They act grownup in all other aspects of their life, but simply wish to have no bladder control.
Through some experimentation, Bobby was able to determine that he was mostly just a DL, although some of the aspects of the AB lifestyle appealed to him. That admission and his own desire to escape some of the pressure from work led him down a path that would forever change his life. Browsing through an adult newspaper one day, he happened to notice an ad:
“Do you want to return to those helpless days when you had no pressure or demands on your life, and you were free to just relax with a warm bottle?
Call Mommy Joanne to discuss the chance to turn back the clock to those carefree times in the safety of my nursery. Dial XXX-XXX-XXX-XXX during the day.”
Bobby read and re-read the ad. What was it offering? It was vague enough to avoid drawing unusual attention, but teasingly seemed to suggest some sort of dominatrix who specialized in the area of infantilism. His curiosity and intense submissiveness overcame his fear and embarrassment and he dialed the number.
“Hello, this is Joanne, may I help you?” asked the softest and most erotic voice Bobby had ever heard. It was both dominantly assertive and yet strongly relaxing in nature.
Bobby gulped and replied, “I was calling for Mommy Joanne to discuss the ad I saw in the Adult Times.” He wasn’t sure how to phrase it in such a way that didn’t make him sound like some dark alley pervert trying to get his kicks from just talking to her, but rather a sincere man who found the idea of visiting some sort of dominant “Mommy” very appealing. Also, he was concerned that if the ad really did not mean what he thought it meant, then he wouldn’t have blurted out something sexual in nature for what might just be a “vanilla” firm, such as a massage/relaxation therapist.
The shift in the velvety voice on the phone was distinct but not abrupt.
“Yes, little one, please tell Mommy Joanne your name.” The woman sounded softer now, but no less dominant, and despite the question, Bobby felt very much at ease with this voice. He noticed how listening to her seemed to relax him, even though he couldn’t explain why.
Without a second thought, he immediately replied, “Bobby McDonald.” Oh no! What had happened to his plans for anonymity? He had planned to make up a name if the need had come up, but Bobby had not expected such a direct assault on his mind and he caved into her domination immediately.
The incredible voice that seemed to relax him continued to hold his attention, “Very good, little Bobby, now why don’t you tell Mommy Joanne just what you need. Are you wet right now?”
Once again, that voice seemed to be able to slice straight into Bobby’s inner mind through any of his defenses and elicited the quick and first public admission he had made, “Yes ma’am, I am.” Bobby felt himself blush as he admitted to a stranger within the first thirty seconds of conversation the fact that he wore diapers and that he was currently wet.
Sensing his embarrassment, Joanne took over the phone call and told Bobby why she could tell that he needed to come see her. She suggested a session for the following afternoon and gave him directions to her “play space” near downtown.
Bobby asked, “Do I need to bring my own diapers?” and was unsure of the full implication of the answer he got.
“No, little Bobby, your Mommy has everything she needs to take care of you completely.”
Work the next day seemed to drag by so slowly that Bobby thought that six o’clock would never arrive. He had already gotten permission from his boss to take off earlier than normal to meet with “a college buddy passing through town” and so headed home in a hurry. Once he arrived, he quickly powdered and diapered himself into a triple diaper, and slipped into his very soft and erotic rubber pants that guaranteed that anything that went into his diaper would stay in his diaper.
Bobby was so excited about meeting Mommy Joanne that he drove faster than usual and arrived at the address a bit early, so he sat in the car, watching the time for his appointment growing closer. As he waited, he suddenly realized he was wetting his diapers, which excited him. Bobby’s goal was to be able to wet himself without consciously making the effort, so he was pleased to notice that it was getting easier and easier the longer he spent in diapers.
At exactly 7 p.m., he knocked on the door of the non-descript building, and a moment later heard an electronic buzz followed by a voice telling him to come in. Bobby entered into a small anteroom where he was instructed to wait. Two minutes later, the inner door opened to reveal a beautiful woman with dark curly hair and a soft, warm smile. She extended a hand and said, “I am Joanne, but you may call me Mommy for now”.
The End of Back to those Helpless Days – Chapter One.
The story originally came from: https://www.dailydiapers.com/content/stories.html
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