Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Six
Tara had been in the kitchen about five minutes when she walked back in to the living room, and the look on her face was one of utter disappointment when she saw me holding her phone. She just feigned a little smile and said, “So, it appears that my offer to you was either not appealing enough or perhaps you just don’t fine me attractive, either way Bob, I’m sorry this couldn’t work out, I had so looked forward to having my very own little baby to take care of and nurture.”
I looked at her and as I handed her phone back to her I smiled and said, “I didn’t delete anything or even use your password, I was just being a gentleman and handing you your phone back to you. I’m very interested and excited about your proposition and I know I would be a fool to pass up on such a chance to actually get to fulfill my lifelong fantasy, it’s just, well, to be honest with you, it scares the hell out of me, I mean, I want this so badly, but yet, the idea of giving up my adult life, in it’s entirety, just terrifies me”.
The next thing I knew, Tara sat next to me, gave me the biggest hug and tightest squeeze ever and said, “To begin with “Baby Boy”, don’t ever be scared of anything that could happen to you with me here, I’d never let anything bad happen to you, and second of all(she said this laughingly), I doubt it would scare the hell out of you, it might scare the piss or shit out of you, but then that would be ok, you’ve got a diaper on and that’s what it’s for, so if that is the case, you just go ahead and pee and crap your little baby brains out.”
I just looked at her, sitting there laughing, and I knew, right then and there, I had made the right decision by trusting this lovely lady and I anxiously awaited and looked forward to our future together. We sat there for about an hour just chatting, about nothing in particular, when I felt the coffee I had been drinking all night starting to put pressure on my bladder, and I must have wriggled or something because Tara stopped talking, looked at me and said, “Baby Boy, our first rule of this little scenario you and I are about to partake in, is, if you have to go potty, be it number one or number two, there is no holding it back, no matter where we are or who we’re with, you have to just let it go like a little baby would, without any hesitation or thoughts about it.”
She then stood up, grabbed both our coffee cups, went in to the kitchen and soon returned with both cups refilled, looked at me and said, “Baby Boy, did you go potty, are you wet and need mommy to change you”? She sat the cups down, sat next to me and without hesitation, stuck two fingers down the front of my diaper then said, “Hims such a good baby, him still has a dry didy”. She then sat back, smiled and said, “OK Baby Boy, I think it’s time we went over a few basic rules if you’re going to be my baby, oh, and by the way, you’ve had your last chance to back out, there’s no backing out now, if you decide to stop our little affair now, it will be at the cost of ALL of your pictures going public, now, just sit there and listen to how it’s going to be from here on in for you.”
Once again I felt that dreaded trepidation I had felt earlier but knew there would be no turning back now and whatever the rules Tara decided to come up with, I would have no choice but to abide by them and could only hope they would not involve any outside involvement, both physically and mentally.
Since you already know my first rule, which I will remind you of along with the rest of the rules when I present a written copy for you to sign, sort of a contract if you prefer. It’s gonna read something like this.
Rule One: If you have to pee or poop, you will do it in your diaper regardless of where we are or who we’re with, just like a baby, and under no circumstances will you attempt to hold it in!
Rule Two: Apparently you must have already figured this out, you will be kept in diapers, just like a baby, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, unless I allow you out of them, like maybe, sometimes for work, maybe?
Rule Three: If for even one minute I think you’re holding it in and not using your diapers like a baby, I will not hesitate to give you both oral and other unmentionable ways, of diuretics, laxatives and if need be, suppositories and enemas, and Baby Boy, if I have to give you a suppository or an enema because you’re not pooping your diapers the way I think a baby should be, I’ll make damn sure to give it to you just before taking you out!
Rule Four: You are not to remove your diaper, at any time, for any reason. Your diapers will only come off if you’re being changed or given a bath, or I feel you need a little air time for your bottom if you have a diaper rash, and Baby Boy, only I will decide who bathes you or changes your diapers if I can’t get to it!
Rule Five: You will be treated like a baby in every way possible, and in turn, you will act like a baby, in every way possible. If you don’t know how, we’ll read some books together and worse case scenario, I can get my girlfriends to bring their babies over for a play date with you so you can learn how to act by watching them and the girls can also give me clues and advice about infant and toddler care!
Rule Six: It should be apparent to you that there will be times when other people, namely, my girlfriends, will be seeing you in diapers and being treated like a baby, Bobby, at no time will I ever try to hide the fact that you’re in diapers and you use them for their intended purposes, or that you’re basically no more then one of their little babies, and if one of them sense that you might be in need of a dry or clean diaper, you will let them do what they need to do, even if it includes sticking a finger down the front of your diaper to see if you’re wet or peeking down the back or in the sides of your diaper to see if you’re messy and poopy, and one of my friends just loves to turn a baby over her knee and sniff their bottom to see if they pooped. OH MY GOD BOBBY, If she does that to you I am going to absolutely lose it, that is going to be so damn cute and funny(Ha Ha Ha).
Rule Seven: Obviously I won’t be able to watch you all of the time so there will be times when I will either take you out of diapers so you can be an adult for awhile, or if you’ve been misbehaving, I’ll just go ahead and get you a babysitter to take care of all of your infantile needs while I’m out or at work!
Rule Eight: While we’re on the subject of work, I’ll let you keep working, for now, but keep this in mind, if for one second I think you’re looking at another girl or pussy footing around on me at your job, your job will end immediately and you will become my permanent, full time baby. Oh yea, I forgot to tell you Bobby, this job I have here as a security guard, is only because my mother makes me work here so I can understand what it’s like to have to earn my own spending money. My mother owns this complex, lock, stock and barrel, my father passed away a couple years back and left it to her, so you see Bobby, not only do I don’t have to work, but if I decide it, neither do you, and mother will support me in anything I ask for, guess you could say, I’m a bit spoiled and now I’m looking for a baby of my own to spoil. Mother would never forgive me if I got pregnant, but if I came home with you, she’d just smile and tell me, you brought him home, you take care of him!
I sat there, stunned at what I just heard, and I knew, regardless of what the rest of the rules were, there was no turning back for me, I was now trapped, for better or for worse, and I could only hope, that it would be for better as I felt the front of my diaper getting warm…………………..
The End of Caught by a Female Security Guard – Chapter Six.
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