Doctor's Orders Dr. Sherry Jenkins pored over the large file in front of her. To an observer she would not have appeared to be a remarkable woman. She dressed ten years older than her age. Her long, chestnut brown hair was drawn up into a severe bun. Her face, although attractive, bore no make-up. Underneath her starched lab coat she wore a plain beige blouse, a solid brown skirt that just covered her knees, flat shoes and the most inexpensive tights she could find. Sherry's dress was an indication of her emotional state. As the head psychiatrist at the state mental hospital she had spent the last seven years fighting for budgets, equipment, staff and other resources. They were battles she had not always won. And now, she carried out her duties with a sense of detachment. Sherry was taking an unusual interest in this file. It told the tale of a 23 year old male who had been abducted while hitch-hiking from his home on one coast to his college on the other by four radical feminists who had kept him confined for a year, using him as a sex slave and whipping boy. Sherry surmised that the boy would still be in their custody if a gas leak in the neighbourhood where he was being held had not caused a sudden and immediate evacuation of all dwellings. A policeman had become suspicious about the boy when he recognised him from a missing person's poster. The arresting officer was shocked to discover that underneath the raincoat draped over the boy's shoulders he was laced into a straitjacket and wore thick nappies and plastic pants. As the authorities began to untangle Jamie Brady's story they found themselves with a situation where a 17 year old boy had been forced to live in nappies for so long that he had lost all control of his bowels and bladder. The most embarrassing aspect for the authorities was that one of the four women who had abducted Jamie was a senior nurse at this very same hospital. This woman had used her position to obtain the drugs, nursing supplies, special furniture and restraint items used to control the young lad. The authorities had found it appropriate to lay the problem of Jamie's rehabilitation at the hospital's door. Now Dr. Sherry Jenkins was getting ready for her first interview with Jamie Brady, dubbed by the press as "the baby prisoner". She put the file in a desk drawer, locked it, rose and went to the viewing window that allowed her to see into the reception area without anyone there being able to see her. He was the only person in the room, sitting nervously in one of the strait-backed chairs. He rubbed his legs through the hospital-issue pyjamas, constantly, as if they were itchy. He seemed very agitated and uncomfortable, disoriented and fearful. Sherry really couldn't blame him. He had been used and abused for so long that she was sure it must seem strange for him to be given privacy, affection and comfort. She studied the waist of his pyjamas and noticed the absence of nappies. Upon his admission the nurses had immediately fitted Jamie with an external catheter and bag collector system. For some strange reason he had objected to this more dignified way of handling his incontinence and demanded a return to nappies. This was one of the issues Sherry was going to have to deal with during the interview. The lack of bowel control was another matter entirely. The nurses preferred to treat it by giving Jamie enemas every few hours. Again, Jamie had asked for nappies but the nurses had refused, saying it would only delay his recovery. Sherry went to the chair opposite her examining couch, sat down, straightened her skirt, picked up the telephone on the side table and told her receptionist to send the boy in. He emerged through the door looking anxious and unsettled. She introduced herself and he shook hands limply as if unfamiliar with the courtesy. As soon as he sat down he began again to rub his legs through the cotton pyjamas. She decided to ignore that symptom for the time being. "So" she said, "how have you been getting along?" "Not too good" he mumbled. "Well, I imagine you must appreciate being in a comfortable bed and not having anyone control you." Jamie nodded but it was obvious from his expression that he was about to offer a different perspective. "No one understands," he complained, "I can't stand to sleep in a normal bed because I've slept in one with bars so long now I'm afraid of falling out of anything else." Sherry relaxed and uncrossed her legs, trying to demonstrate a very cooperative attitude. "I'm here to help you, Jamie. If there is something you need, tell me and we'll see if we can work it in." He stared at the floor and his cheeks flushed red. "It sounds crazy," he said slowly "but I wish I could go back to sleeping in the big cot. I felt safe there." Sherry balanced out the considerations in her head. She wanted to help him but it would look bad if anyone discovered that the hospital was carrying on with the same sort of treatment the women had issued. Finally she decided to take a liberal view of regulations. "I think that can be arranged," she said, "after all, the cot you slept in came from this institution. Unfortunately they are all located on our high security floor but I think we can have one moved for you." Jamie looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks," he said sincerely. Sherry hoped he would continue but then remembered that for a year this person had been discouraged from speaking unless spoken to. She glanced down at the report made by the nursing staff. "While we are taking care of your needs", she said, "I understand you actually would like to continue with the nappies." Jamie's cheeks turned three shades darker and again he found her shoes very interesting. A long silence filled the room. Sherry decided to probe a little deeper. "I've already helped you with one thing," she said encouragingly, "I just need to know a little more about your needs before I can approve changes to the nursing orders." At the suggestion that he might get his wish, Jamie seemed to relax. He glanced up at her quickly, but didn't maintain eye contact. "You know by now that I have no control. I've been in nappies for a year. They are my own little world. Crazy as it sounds, I miss them. The bag thing they put on me leaks and it gets very uncomfortable very quickly and it still doesn't take care of the back passage. I don't like the enemas and I'm always afraid I'm going to mess myself." There was another long silence as Sherry digested his words. Again, she had to balance his wishes against practicality and again she came down on Jamie's side of the argument. "Fine." she said, "I'll order the nurses to give you a complete incontinence regime based on diapering. I should warn you that if we decide to do this it would take my signature to get you out of nappies. The nurses will not listen to your requests to go back to having the catheter kit. Do you understand me?" Jamie nodded his head and Sherry thought she detected the faint traces of a smile at the corners of his mouth. "Anything else?" she asked. By now she was anxious to get on with the interview. Jamie nodded. Once again his eyes were riveted to the floor and his cheeks were flushed. "Yes," he said. "Could I have those nappies now?" Somewhat flustered and a little frustrated, Sherry resigned herself to helping the boy become more comfortable. She picked up the telephone and told her receptionist to send in a nurse with the appropriate items. Not a word passed between Sherry and her patient in the 7 or 8 minutes it took for one of the ward nurses to arrive with a bundle of nappies under one arm and a large pair of plastic pants in the other hand. As soon as she walked into the room the nurse suddenly realized that she was expected to see to Jamie's need right away and she blushed deeply. "Yes, doctor?" she stammered. Sherry adopted her I'm-the-doctor-in-charge voice and said, "The catheter kit is not suitable for this patient. I'm ordering a full incontinence regime beginning now. Please put this boy back into nappies." The nurse looked at Sherry then at Jamie then at Sherry again. "Here?", she asked softly. "Here." Sherry said firmly. It only took a few moments but in that time everyone got flushed cheeks. As soon as she had pinned the thick nappies onto Jamie and pulled the plastic pants into place he immediately seemed to relax. When she began to put his pyjama bottoms on he kicked her hands away and said "No! Thanks but I can't stand to have anything on my legs. They have been bare for a year." The nurse looked inquiringly at Sherry who with a wave of her hand dismissed the girl. The nurse folded up the bottoms and took them with her as she fled the room, upset by what had just transpired. Sherry and her patient settled into their seats. She was glad to see that he was more relaxed. She desperately wanted to find out more about what had happened to him. "I've read the papers," she started, "now I need your cooperation." Jamie crossed his legs and ran his hands over his thighs. She noticed that they were smooth and bare. She also found herself staring at the bulging plastic covered crotch of his nappies. In the back of her mind she marvelled at how anyone could ask to be put back into nappies. She thought of the many patients upstairs who had to be forced to wear them and obviously hated every moment of it. "What do you need to know?" "I know how you were abducted but there is nothing in my records that tells me what they actually did to you." Jamie looked at her for a second and then began to talk. "I guess you could say that I meant three things to them. First, I was a handy male that they could use as a whipping boy. Whenever any one of the four of them had a bad experience with a man I got punished real bad. Second, I was a toy. They used to like to torment me." "How?" "Well, most of them were plain but one of them, Laura, was a real looker. They used to like to tease me to an erection so they could immediately do something nasty to me as a `reward'. Laura would parade around the house in high heels and her underwear or rent sex videotapes. When she noticed me getting hard she would use one of her special punishments on me. "What was the third thing?" Sherry asked as she took notes. "I guess you could say I was a sperm bank because on a lot of occasions they would strap me down on a bed, blindfolded, tease me to an erection. A woman would come into the room and impale herself on me, making love until I came inside her. Then the person would leave and a few minutes later I would be let up. I was always punished severely after these sessions." "Tell me about the punishments." He stammered and stuttered and looked away. After a few seconds, she said, "What seems to be the problem." He let a few moments go by and then muttered, "I can't talk about it without being in the position." "What's the position?" There was more silence and then she said "Show me." He got up kneeled down and then sat back so his padded bottom was resting on his heels, his knees spread. His arms were folded across his chest as if her was wearing a straitjacket. "Do you feel better? She asked and he nodded. Realizing that she was going to have to duplicate some of this boy's experiences in order to get him to talk, she asked the question he no doubt wanted to hear. "Is there anything else I can do to help you remember?" "Yes," he said softly as his cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson, "it doesn't feel right, you know, having my arms free." "Why weren't your arms free?" she asked. She, already having guessed at his reply. "Because I usually was kept in a strait jacket. I guess I got used to it." "Do you want me to have you put into a straitjacket?" she asked in an almost motherly tone. He looked up at her, almost adoringly, "Yes" he whispered with an embarrassed grin, "I think I would." Sherry sighed and picked up the telephone again. Unfortunately the same nurse who had earlier put Jamie back into nappies also brought the restrictive garment. She looked at Jamie and then at Sherry. The doctor just motioned toward the boy. "You want me to put this on him?" she asked, her disbelief written across her face. "Yes," Sherry sighed, "put the strait jacket on him. If my guess is correct, you had better make it fairly tight." Jamie nodded while he stared at the floor, cheeks burning. The nurse went over to Jamie and put one hand under his left arm. "Stand up!" she said in her most authoritative tone. Jamie got to his feet as though he had been prodded. He became almost robot-like as he extended his arms straight out in front of him and spread his legs. His eyes were cast down to the floor. Sherry knew he was responding to long days of conditioning. Still surprised, the nurse went about the business of strapping Jamie into the restrictive garment. Fitting his arms into the sleeves, fastening the buckles that ran down the back, crossing his arms in front of him and then fastening the sleeves to the back of the jacket. Then pulling the crotch strap into place. She was just about to start securing it when Jamie muttered something. "Pardon?" Sherry asked. He muttered something again and Sherry prompted him to speak more clearly. "Tighter," he whispered, "It should be tighter". The nurse gave Sherry a concerned look but after the doctor nodded she pulled the band much tighter, eliciting a grunt from her patient who also nodded, an acknowledgement that things were now, as they should be. As soon as she had finished, the nurse left the room quickly, somewhat shaken by the experience. Jamie and Sherry looked at each other and then he fell to his knees again, his head down cast. "I'm ready," he whispered. Sherry was anxious to know more about his punishments but she realized it would be easier for Jamie if she proceeded more simply. "Tell me about a typical day." With his face still lowered, Jamie began to speak in a soft tone of voice, almost a whisper. "I spent every night in the cot, sometimes strapped down spread eagle, sometimes, if I was being punished, in a strait jacket but always in thick nappies, plastic pants and some form of restraint." "They gave me lots to drink at bed time so I would be wet in the morning. Sometimes one of them would put a suppository in me at bedtime so I would be messy in the morning. They used that as a trick to pull on each other because they took turns taking care of my morning routine. I slept that way so much that I got used to it." "I always woke up before them. It was always bad in the summer time because the room got hot and humid as soon as the sun came up. They liked to sleep in, so I would spend three or four hours lying there, bathed in sweat, my nappies full, wet and heavy, often itchy, just lying there waiting for one of them to come and start the day." "As soon as one of them came she unlocked the cot and took me to the bathroom. I stood in the bath while they undid the crotch part of the straitjacket and took off my wet nappies. If she was in a hurry she wouldn't bathe me, just wash me off between the legs and then take me back to the room for fresh nappies. If I wasn't in a jacket she would handcuff my wrists behind my back as soon as I left the cot. Sometimes my hands stayed like that all day and sometimes I spent as long as a month in a strait jacket." "If there were chores to do they would put a steel collar around my neck and use wrist cuffs joined by a length of chain that ran through a ring on the collar. Then, wearing that, my nappies and a pair of ankle cuffs joined by a short chain I would be released to do the laundry, the dishes, anything they wanted. If I didn't do it well enough or fast enough to please them I would be punished." Sherry said, "Give me an example of a punishment." "A mild punishment would be having a suppository inserted, the kind that work really fast. Having been made to mess myself they would agree amongst themselves not to change me for a long time." "What else?" Sherry prompted. "If they thought I was getting any pleasure from their friend's using my sperm the would take me back to my room and before they put me back into nappies they would put a big plug in my bottom. Over time they made sure the plugs got bigger so I was always uncomfortable, always in pain." Sherry looked at him, "What was it like? the plug I mean." Jamie's cheeks got another shade deeper red, "It's hard to talk about. They wanted me to feel violated, penetrated, like men penetrate women, so they thought it great fun to put one of those things in me and leave it there for a long period of time. I never got used to it. I could never forget it was there, and the worst part came when I had to have a bowel movement while a plug was on duty. I would go to them on my knees, and plead, promise any little favour just to have the plug out. They used to laugh and make jokes about it and if my hands weren't secured they would tie them so they could watch me squirm on the floor in my agony. They always left it until I was sure I was going to burst inside, then one of them would reach inside my diaper, pull out the plug and I would have to make a show of messing myself." Sherry was shocked but she didn't betray this to Jamie. "What else did you have to do?" she asked. "They had this thing about training me to respect women," he said softly, "whenever any of them was having her period she would make me clean her up with my tongue." Sherry shuddered as she made a note on her chart. "Every one of them demanded a different type of respect from me. Laura, the pretty one, trained me to kiss the heels of her shoes whenever she came into the room." Sherry was getting more than she bargained for. It was time to change gears. "We'll come back to the punishments later," she said. Sherry changed the topic to Jamie's childhood and his relationships with other people. At the end of another hour she told him that their time was up for the day but that she would see him tomorrow. He rose from his kneeling position easily even though he was still bound in the straitjacket. As he waddled toward the door she got up to open it for him. "What about the jacket," she asked, "do you want it off?" "No," he stammered with embarrassment, "if it doesn't matter too much I'd like to have it on." "Until morning?" "Yeah," he whispered, "if you don't mind." She nodded and let him pass through the door. As he walked into the reception area, attracting the surprised attention of the nurse, she noticed how the crotch band of his straitjacket seemed to cleave his padded behind. She imagined what it must feel like and shuddered, thankful that she didn't have to wear such things. As she closed the door and walked back to her desk she realized that the only way to get into Jamie's mind would be to duplicate the conditions under which he had existed for the past year. She was surprised to notice a small twinge of arousal from her loins. It made her blush and she immediately started writing up her clinical notes and Jamie's nursing orders. When she called the nursing station to tell them how to handle Jamie they made her repeat the orders twice. When they pointed out that it would take some time to move a cot from the security floor and what should they do with Jamie, she got a sudden inspiration. "Use a bed-jacket on him in the meantime. Oh, and add put him on a bulk laxative diet." There was a long pause on the other end of the line. "While he's in nappies?" "Yes, nurse. I want him to want to get out of those nappies and that isn't going to happen unless he gets uncomfortable." "Then, doctor, I take it we may use our discretion with respect to keeping him comfortable?" "Treat him like an over-grown toddler whom you are about to start toilet-training. He asked for the nappies so let him enjoy them." "He actually asked to be put into nappies?" The disbelief in the nurse's voice reminded Sherry that it was hard to believe. "Yes, and the strait jacket. I expect we'll have a few more strange requests so be prepared." Sherry drove home through the early winter darkness, thinking about her new patient. She sensed that it was going to be difficult to get Jamie to open up. As she sifted through their conversations, looking for a key, it occurred to her that Laura had played a central role in Jamie's mind. When she got home she opened the case file and looked at the picture of Laura. Like Sherry, Laura had long dark hair and the shape of their faces was not dissimilar. Sherry stared at the picture and thought deeply about her patient. She realized that his treatment could not go on for an extended period. If it was discovered that she had put him back into nappies and restraints and made him sleep in the same locking cot it would look bad for the hospital. She had been playing with a decision for the past hour and now finally turned to confront it. It would mean coming very close to profession misconduct but she felt she had no choice but to risk it. It was still early enough to go to the mall and so she grabbed her car keys and slipped out of the house, determined to return a new woman. She started with the makeover, hoping that the change in her appearance would protect her identity later in the shopping trip. The Merle Norman shop took 45 minutes to transform her from a plain spinster into a very sexy professional. They taught her how to apply the make-up, styled her hair for her, and took five years off her face. She stared at herself in the mirror rediscovering what it felt like to be pretty and attractive to men. She by-passed her usual clothing stores and headed for the kind of shop that successful, good-looking professional woman would patronize. She spent nearly a thousand dollars on tailored suits; office dresses and even a formal gown. Next, she went to a hosiery boutique and after gathering 20 pairs of expensive tights, took one look at the suspender belts and realised that Laura was not the kind of woman to pass up such an opportunity to be provocative. Turning to a sales clerk she asked for help and within half an hour had acquired a sexy corset, several suspender belts and an armful of expensive stockings, half of which had seams running up the back of the leg. Sherry was beginning to enjoy herself though she didn't really want to admit it. On a whim stepped into the changing room, put on the corset and a pair of black stockings, a dark blue office dress and looked at herself in the mirror. She was stunning. Only her plain shoes reminded her of what she had been. Rather than get undressed she emerged into the store still wearing her oxfords. The clerk did a double take as she paid nearly £200 for her purchases. The assistant watched her cross the mall and enter a high fashion shoe store. The shoe clerk stared at Sherry as she entered the store. The contrast between what she wore on her feet and what she wore on her body was too stark to go without notice. She asked Sherry if she could be of assistance and on a whim Sherry said, "I want a lot of naughty but nice shoes with high heels. You, know, real attention-grabbers." Intrigued, the clerk measured her foot and began to show her black patent shoes. At first Sherry found it hard to walk in the high heels but, she reminded herself, she had worn shoes like this only a few years ago. Certainly, she could wear them again. By the end of the evening Sherry had replaced her wardrobe. It had cost her nearly $2,000 but she felt like a new woman. At home she put her new clothes in the wardrobe and poured herself a bubble bath. As the warm water and suds engulfed her she thought about an image of Jamie, kneeling in front of her in her office, bound up in his strait jacket and nappies, obviously subservient and so obviously eager to please. The more her imagination painted the image in her mind the more a little itch of arousal grew in her loins. She hadn't masturbated in years but it had also been a long time since she had been with a man. Her mind shifted its attention to the sensations her new clothes brought her. The warm, reinforced satin of the corset, the sheer, silky stockings on her legs, the taunt pull of her suspenders and the swish of her lined skirts against the bare part of her thighs between the tops of her stockings and her panties. As if rising from a deep well, her sexuality blossomed in a cascade of orgasms that made her cry out in confusion and joy before she slumped limply in the bath, feeling drained but relaxed and happy. She went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately and awoke very refreshed and anxious to get dressed. After a quick shower and some frustrating moments with her seldom-used curling iron she did her make-up as carefully as possible and then went to her newly replenished lingerie drawer and on a sudden whim selected a powder blue satin corset. As its grip on her body tightened she felt a rush in her loins. By the time she was ready for her stockings she knew she was aroused. She selected a fresh pair of black seamed hosiery and a navy blue office dress that had a full skirt. As she stepped into her shoes she realized that part of her had come alive. She was very anxious to meet Jamie again. As soon as she sat on the car seat in the cool pre-winter air she realized that wearing stockings meant that she was far more aware of her genitals. She sent her mind to enjoy the caress of satin on the bare parts of her legs between the tops of the stockings and her corset. Then she thought about the corset, or more accurately, stopped trying to forget she was wearing one. The tight, almost uncomfortable grip on her torso was another private little pleasure. That it corrected her small tummy bulge was not important to her but welcome nonetheless. Her winter coat hid most of the changes as she made her way to the office but the receptionist did do a double take at her new make-up and hairstyle. As was her custom she hung her coat in the wardrobe in her inner office and settled down to review her notes on Jamie. Her receptionist brought her coffee but she didn't look up and so missed the curious expression on the nurse's face. Sherry first realized how different she looked when she went to retrieve a reference book in the outer office. On the way out of her office she noticed how trim her waist looked and how slimming the seams in her stockings made her legs look. But it was the shocked expression on the face of her long-time receptionist and friend that stopped her in her tracks. "What's wrong, Sharon?" she asked with a smile. "You've changed." was the timid reply. "A little." she said with a giggle and then turned her back while she reached for the book. She could feel the girl's eyes on the backs of her legs, studying her seams. When she turned around Sharon was still staring. Sherry decided to take control. "Come along," she said kindly, "I think we should talk." Without being told, Sharon closed the door to the inner office as she followed Sherry. She sat down in one of the identical wingback chairs in front of the desk. To set the conversation on an even keel, Sherry sat in the other. Unused to the full skirt she didn't take much care to straighten it. "Tell me, what's so strange?" Sherry asked kindly. She didn't need an answer but she was always more comfortable asking questions than giving answers. "You. You're beautiful. You've suddenly lost weight, that dress looks wonderful on you and.... you're wearing stockings!" Sherry followed Sharon's eyes to her legs where she saw that one of her suspenders was peeking out from under her dress and slip, almost seductively. She slowly rearranged her hem to cover it. "Thank you." she said sincerely as she felt herself blush. It had been a long time since she had received such a compliment. "It's hard to explain, not that I'm sure it needs an explanation. To be truthful, I realized that Jamie would only relate to someone who looked like one of the women who had held him captive. In the process of trying to recreate that image for him I discovered something in myself - vanity." "Well, I'm happy for you," the nurse replied. Sherry sensed that she wanted to say more. "But..?" Sharon blushed, "There's been talk about the treatment you've prescribed for Jamie. Your new look won't help the rumours." "I see," Sherry said thoughtfully. "Let me start a rumor in return. Anyone even suspected of speculating about my methods will have their personnel files carefully screened for any evidence of character flaw or misconduct. In other words, everyone lives in a glass house; therefore they shouldn't throw stones." "Is that a threat?" Sharon asked sincerely. "No. It's reality. No one on the staff is qualified to sit in judgement of my methods. I just want to discourage idle gossip by reminding people of their professional qualifications - or lack thereof." Sharon's face showed that she had understood the message very clearly. Sherry had little doubt that it would be circulated to the staff within the hour by the most effective conduit known to women - gossip. The nurse excused herself just after Sherry requested that Jamie be brought to her immediately. In the few minutes it took for him to arrive, Sherry looked at herself in the mirror, straightened seams that didn't need straightening and soaked in the still-strange sensations of a corset, suspenders, stockings and high heels. She had seated herself in her interviewing chair only a few seconds before the intercom phone rang to tell her that Jamie had arrived. Between the time she put down the receiver and heard the door opened she impulsively adjusted her skirt so that if Jamie had a sharp eye he could just catch a glimpse of one of her suspender clasps. The deliberate flirt, so unprofessional and so unlike her former self, made her blush a little and caused a twinge between her thighs. She remembered touching herself in the bath the previous evening and made a date for a repeat performance. He entered with his head downcast; wearing only a tee shirt over his bulging plastic pants that did nothing to hide the thick nappies underneath. Sherry was surprised that he wasn't wearing a straitjacket. Instead he was fitted out with a transportation rig - a chain belt around his waist that held his handcuffed wrists tightly each side of his tummy. The standard-issue sock type slippers were on his feet and another set of metal cuffs joined his ankles with a short length of chain. Their eyes didn't meet as he clinked his way across the room and then, ignoring the visitor's chair opposite her, assumed the position - which happened to place her brand new black patent spike heeled shoe only a few inches from his face. She saw his expression change as he realized what he was looking at. His eyes move slowly upward, drinking in the sight of her, no doubt keenly aware of the changes in her appearance. She stared back at him desperately trying not to show that she knew that he could see one of the suspenders. When their eyes did meet it was only for a second. Then he leaned forward and tenderly kissed the heel of her shoe. She was touched and, surprisingly to her, aroused by this gesture of humility. "Good morning." she said cheerily. "What happened to the strait jacket? And why the ankle cuffs?" "I'm being punished." he whispered. "Really? By whom?" "Nurse Janet. I kicked her while she was changing me." Just then Sharon entered and handed Sherry a file. On top was a hand-written report from Nurse Janet who hadn't appreciated being kicked in the stomach by Jamie during a diaper change. The ankle fetters were meant to discourage a repeat performance. "Why did you kick her?" Sherry asked. "I don't know." he mumbled. "Don't know or don't want to say." There was only silence as an answer so she continued. "Do you want the fetters off?" He nodded. "Well, I think it's best we leave them on for a while - at least until you can remember why you kicked her." He looked up at her with a strange expression on his face. It was obvious to her that being dominant with him, especially while dressed as she was, pushed some buttons. The professional side of her was glad while the female side of her felt another twinge of arousal. She realized he was staring at her. "Why are you staring at me?" she queried, knowing full well the effect she was having on him. "You, you look like Laura." he whispered, still not moving his eyes. Sherry thought it interesting that he dared to stare at her because she looked like a woman who had taught him to keep his eyes lowered at all times. "Did Laura let you stare at her?" "No." "What did she do when you stared at her the way you are staring at me." "She punished me." "How?" "She made me lick her between the legs while she spanked me." Sherry pictured the scene in her mind and almost had an orgasm on the spot. Hundreds of thoughts ran through her mind as she slowly got to her feet, not caring that the movement gave Jamie an eye-full of her suspenders and stocking tops, and walked slowly to her desk. She knew she was way beyond any sense of professional therapy. Something animal and female in her had taken over all of her reasoning. She could feel the wetness between her legs and the dull aching throbbing of her clitoris was a siren song of lust. She took a 24" wooden ruler from her desk drawer and grasped it in her right hand. She began tapping the palm of her left hand as she crossed the room to the door to the outer office, locked it and closed the soundproofing inner door that would prevent any sound from escaping. She knew his eyes were on her and she liked the feeling, knowing that her high heels, the seams of her stockings and her slim figure were having their desired effect. With the room secure she turned on her heel and bore her eyes into his as she moved back toward her chair, never letting him out of her penetrating gaze. He sat there mesmerized, like a deer in the headlights of an on-coming car as he watched her, fascinated by her, no sign of distress in his face. When she sat down she deliberately kept her thighs apart so he could see up her skirt. She stared at the hunger in his eyes while she picked up the receiver and told Sharon that she wanted no interruptions until Jamie left. She used the ruler to motion for him to come closer and he moved his knees awkwardly until he was only a foot from her chair. Her left shoe was now positioned directly under the crotch of his diaper and she lifted her foot out of it slowly, watching his face when it made contact with the plastic panty. Still in silence she used her stocking-clad toes to explore the bulge, probing and pushing until she was sure he had a rock-hard erection. Sensing a little moisture, she raised the foot still higher and presented it to his lips. Without breaking eye contact he began to gently, reverently suck and kiss her toes through the thin, shear nylon. Sherry gritted her teeth while her pussy exploded. She didn't want him to know what pleasure he was giving her - both physically and emotionally. She knew she had to keep control or all would be lost. Finally, with more strength than she thought she had, she pulled her foot away and pulled the hem of her dress up while sliding forward on the seat of the chair. His eyes moved from hers to the place between her legs. He stared with hungry amazement while the object of his desire moved toward him. She sent her left hand down between her legs to make things ready for him. The skimpy little bikini panties had only barely covered her vulva in its normal state. Now that she was fully aroused the slender band of material had been compressed into a cotton rope that parted her lips and rubbed deliciously on her clitoris. She gently moved it to one side, stifling a muted grunt of pleasure at the stimulation this gave her. It was the invitation he needed and as soon as her pussy was no longer obstructed he leaned forward and sent his tongue to lick its salty dew. At his first gentle touch, Sherry melted. She let out a long suppressed groan of desire and let her arms fall limp at the sides of the chair, the ruler slipped to the floor. She lost track of who she was, where she was or how right or wrong it was. The tongue explored her long-ignored and hungry sex like a cat prowling before a kill. She felt orgasm after orgasm explode in her head, wracking her body and forcing her to close her thighs around his head, holding him in place. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity she knew she had been satiated. She relaxed her thighs from around his head and gently pushed him away, still feeling weak and limp from the pleasure he had given her. She closed her eyes, not caring that she was still fully exposed. He was securely chained and in nappies. She had no fear of penetration from him. When she looked at him next he was sitting on his heels again, his face still smeared with the clear juices of her arousal and his own saliva. He was grinning from ear to ear and she was suddenly reminded of the pretext for the whole incident. She blushed while she rearranged her panties and then stood up so she could smooth out her dress properly. When she sat down again she crossed her legs but didn't bother to check to see that her suspenders were hidden. It didn't matter anymore, not after he had been so intimate with her, and if it tormented him a little she took perverse pleasure in it. "You forgot to spank me!" he said impishly. The comment irritated her. Now upset by her lapse in professional decorum she wanted to vent her disappointment in herself. "Yet. I haven't punished you yet." She watched the grin fade a little before she continued. "Don't take that tone with me. I can make sure you regret it." His beaten-dog look returned and he let his eyes sink to the floor again. Sherry was instantly sorry. For a moment he had opened up, that had been the point of the whole exercise, now it was lost. She sent her foot to check on his crotch and was pleased to find he was still erect. A new inspiration came to her, "Did you have an orgasm?" He shook his head. "When was the last time you had an orgasm?" Again, he shook his head to mean a long time. Probably, she thought, not since he had last been used as a sperm donor. She got to her feet and went to the private washroom that adjoined her office. In the medicine cabinet she found the jar of Vaseline and one of the latex examining gloves she kept on hand for Sharon to use when she changed the ribbon on her typewriter. She returned to the office but instead of resuming her seat, kneeled on the floor behind Jamie, putting her arms around him and only then pulling the examining glove into place. She felt him tense and knew the effect her perfume would have on him, not to mention the caress of her long hair on his neck. She pulled open the waist of his plastic panty with one hand while the other, gloved hand, descended into the moist confines of his diaper with a handful of Vaseline. She found his rigid pole and lathered it in the slippery jelly before commencing the first hand job she had given anyone since dating in high school. Jamie made little moans as he let himself relax in her embrace. She knew he was in heaven and although it took only a few seconds for him to ejaculate she had little doubt of the pleasure she had afforded him. When it was over she went back to the bathroom, removed the glove and prepared a damp cloth to use to clean his face. It took her most of the next 15 minutes, working on them both, to erase as much of the evidence of their tryst as possible. She could not, of course, get the Vaseline out of his nappy but she doubted it would attract much attention. For the next hour she discussed his year of confinement with him and how he felt about a variety of things. She knew she had destroyed any professional relationship with him but the intimate one that had taken its place seemed to be far more productive. As their time drew to a close she sensed that she needed to reassert the dominant side. She casually picked up a prescription pad and changed the topic. "We never did get around to what your punishment would be for staring at me." Jamie's eyes locked on the pad like it was a loaded gun. He gulped and the smile faded from his face. Sherry let him sweat the idea a few seconds before she continued. "I suggest anal dilation for two hour sessions four times a day. In fact, I think it might be productive if one of these sessions was scheduled to coincide with our next appointment." "What's anal dia..." he stammered. "It's the plug, Jamie." She said while smiling sweetly. "I'm going to have the nurses put a plug in your bottom to remind you of how to behave in the presence of a lady." Sherry never knew for sure, but she could have sworn he orgasmed spontaneously on the spot. Chapter Two Sherry goes home at noon to change her panties. On the way she gets an idea, of injecting his penis with anaesthetic. Theory is to isolate his penis from the sensation of being in nappies, giving him pleasure only when out of nappies. She also decides to take him home for one night to see if he can acclimatise. Actually she wants to bed him. She keeps him diapered although with his penis desensitised. Only after she has had a good time will she let him masturbate. While changing his nappy the next morning she asks if there is anything that would make up for the lousy things he's been made to endure. When he says he wants to make love to her she lets him. A bond is formed. Over the next few weeks, Jamie grows out of nappies because he is trained to see them as a punishment. This coincides with increased sexual relationship and contact with Sherry. Sherry still gets off on being dominant and Jamie. He still likes being a slave now and then. News of Sherry's pregnancy causes them to decide to get married. At the wedding, Jamie is in nappies and plastic pants. _