Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Five
The next thing I know, Tara’s pushing me backwards on to the bed and without saying another word, she starts to unfasten my pants, pulling them slowly down my legs, all the while, smiling and cooing at me. At one time I go to put my hands across my crotch area but Tara just swats them away and says, “No No Baby Boy, you be a good baby and let mommy get your little diapey on so you don’t make a yucky ole mess all over your nice little beddie bye”. She then pulls my tightie-whities down to my ankles and just before she pulls them completely off, she inspects them and smiles as she tugs them the rest of the way off and tosses them in to a pile on the floor with my pants.
I look up at her, wearing just a shirt now, and as she looks back at me, I turn my face away in embarrassment, laying on a bed, naked in front of a foxy babe. She must have noticed because she says, as she pats the inside of my thigh, “Lift your butt Baby, oh, and Bobby, there’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m going to be seeing a lot of your tush and your cute little pee-pee, from what I remember my friends all saying, baby’s get their diapers changed all the time, at least, like 4 or 5 times a day, plus I’ll be giving you your daily baths every morning, so we can get all of those nitie-nite stinkies off of you, we don’t want you smelling bad when we meet other people, now do we?”
I looked at her but was speechless, it’s pretty hard to put up any kind of a defense, considering the position I was currently in! Tara then slid one of my diapers under my butt and as I laid down on the soft padding, I think I smiled a bit because Tara looked down at me and smiled to. I thought that this was the most awesome feeling in the world, feeling that soft padding beneath my bottom, but when Tara brought the front of the diaper up between my legs, tugging on it as she draped it over my crotch, then pinning one side tightly, I looked at her as she pulled the other diaper pin from where it was pursed in her lips and when she tugged on the other side, tightening the diaper nice and snug, pinning that final pin in to place, I just thought to myself, now this was the most awesome feeling ever. Then Tara, almost as if she’d been doing it her whole life, shook out my plastic pants, then threaded each leg through the holes and as she pulled them up over my legs, over my knees, she then held out both of her hands, taking my hands, then helping me stand, with the plastic pants just above my knees, and with a gentle tug, she pulled the plastic pants up over my diaper, making sure that the diaper was completely tucked in at the waist and at the thighs.
As I stood there, in just the diaper and shirt, Tara took a couple steps back, looked at me, and said, “OK Baby Boy, let’s see if we can find some pants to slip on over your diaper, we don’t want you running around with your little diapered butt hanging out for all to see, now do we?”
Tara started looking through my closet and came out with a pair of sweat pants I usually wore when I jogged.
Tara: Here you go Baby Boy, these look like they should fit over your little dipper(as Tara had me hold on to her shoulders as I stepped in to the pants and she pulled them up over my diaper, as if she was dressing a toddler), There we go, Hims is just a precious little baby now isn’t him? Now Bobby, before you say anything or ask any questions, you and I are going back into the living room, we’re going to get another cup of coffee, and we’re going to discuss, your future, with me, and what I expect from you from this day forward, Nod your head if you understand?
I nodded my head, humbly, and I knew, deep down inside, that if this was indeed what I really wanted, then I needed to listen to Tara and obey her, without question, and I could only hope, she and I could keep this between us and confine it to my house, or at worse, maybe even her home on occasion.
Tara: Now Baby Boy(as Tara hands me a cup of coffee, and with her coffee in her hand, sits down next to me on the sofa), Let’s go over a few basic rules I have for you and some of my expectations. To begin with, your diapers and baby items are no longer your property, they are now mine, to use, on you, when and where I want to. Unless I put you in diapers, you are not to wear them, for any reason, the first time I see or catch you in a diaper that I, or someone else of my choosing didn’t put on you, then this whole affair is over with, and Bobby, any and all video’s and photo’s I have of you, dressed and being treated like a baby, will become public domain on Face Book and any other online sites I can think of.
I started to say something but Tara just shh’ed me again and said, she was not finished yet.
Tara: Effective as of right now, other then when you’re at work, which you and I will be talking about later, you will for all intent purposes be treated, and act like an 18 month old baby. That means, I will dress you, change your diapers, bath you, feed you, whatever I choose to feed you, and basically make your every decision, as a little person, because you’re not capable of making safe and wise decisions yourself, oh, and Bobby, if and when I choose, I WILL START POTTY TRAINING YOU, but that’s a long way down the road, and to be truthful, I seriously doubt you can handle being treated like a baby for as long as it’s going to take to get to where I can safely potty train you!
So just to kick this little scenario off right, we are both going to sit here and chat until you need your diaper changed, and just to make sure you wet your diaper like a little baby, I’m going to keep giving you coffee, oh, and Baby Boy, if you need to make poopies, that’s ok too, that’s what little baby’s do, and from now on, you’re no different then a little baby.
Tara stands, sets her phone down on the coffee table in front of me, then just before she goes in to the kitchen to make another pot of coffee, she says, “That phone is for you, you already have my password, if anything I’ve said up to this point bothers you and you are having 2nd thoughts about going through with this, use the phone to delete the pictures, then I’ll leave you and your diapers be, but Bobby, this is the absolutely last chance you have to back out, if when I get out of the kitchen and have finished making another pot of coffee, and the phone is still laying on the coffee table in front of you, and you’re not holding it in your hand, I will then assume that everything is a go, and we will continue onward with our newfound lifestyle and relationship, with you as a baby and me as your mommy……….
The End of Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Five.
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