The following story is adult fiction and everything in there is a fantasy.
 
Author: Fairy Diaper
 
Title: The Corruption of a Minor

Summary: A young teen boy experiences the joys of  sissification 
and transformation when he encounters  a domineering mother and 
her sweet toddler girl.

Keywords: ped, gsolo, diapers, ws, bg, F/bg, transformation, anal, blackmail
 
Chapter 1: A Trap.

    I didn't think that I was a pedophile, but I had 
loved diapers as far back as I can remember. I thought
that I could be a little crazy, but I couldn't avoid 
liking them. I was jealous of the smiling diapered 
toddlers that appeared in the diaper ads, because I 
wanted to wear them too.
 
    For this reason, I tried to sneak into the local 
supermarket diaper aisle as much as possible without 
arousing any suspicion. Fortunately, the diapers were 
in the corner of the supermarket, hidden from the 
sight of the most of the clients and the cashiers. 

    When there wasn't anybody around, I got a bag of 
Huggies and hid behind a column. I rubbed my crotch 
against the bag until a wave of pleasure flooded all 
over my body. Then I bought any other thing I could
find and left the building surreptitiously.
 
    Each and every time, I was afraid that I would be 
caught. But the desire was stronger.  If that wasn't 
enough, lately another problem had arose. The wave of 
pleasure was soon followed by an uncomfortable sticky 
feeling. The first time it happened I thought that I 
had peed myself. But now I know that it was only that 
my body was old enough to cum. Either way, I was 
afraid that a wet spot could appear in my trousers 
and somebody would see it.
 
    I tried not to think about diapers. But it was 
useless. I was obsesed with them and I couldn't think 
about any other thing.

    At last, I fell into the temptation again and 
continued going to the supermarket.
 
    One day, my mother sent me to buy a few things. 
It was the perfect alibi! So I went as fast as 
possible while I tried to control my heart that 
beat strongly by a mix of anxiety and desire.  It 
had been a long time since my last visit and I 
wanted so much to feel the cold, tight, smooth 
plastic of a Huggies bag again.  Unfortunately, 
I wasn't as careful as I had been other times. For 
this reason, I didn't see the push-chair until I 
turned the corner.  The problem wasn't that I 
couldn't avoid it, the problem was that a push-chair 
meant that somebody was there. Somebody that could 
know me, and know that I didn't have any little 
sibling.
 
    As I feared, a young woman turned to look at me.
She was beautiful. She looked just like the mothers 
that appeared in the diapers ads, with shoulder 
length brown hair and a light blue blouse and a long 
blue skirt. Any other details were forgotten when 
she fixed her deep grey eyes on me.
 
   "Hello." She said with a sweet voice.

   "Hi" I managed to say - unable to move but a 
little calmer because I didn't know her.
 
    After the greetings, she returned to look at the 
multiple bags of diapers displayed in the aisle. 
Without any other option, I started walking towards 
the other side so she could think that I came only 
to buy diapers for my little siblings when I heard a 
little moan.
 
    Looking over the push-chair, I could see a 
toddler girl. She had long brown hair and wore a pink 
dress with a long skirt - the same type that the 
princess used in the movies. But the reason I stopped 
to watch was her strange movements.  She moved her 
hip back and forth in an unsteady way, as if she were 
on tip toes. A bulge in her skirt showed that she had 
something between her legs, but it was well hidden by 
her long dress.
 
    I was wondering what was happening when I heard 
another little moan.  Then, when her body raised a 
little (trembling with pleasure), I could see that 
she had a Huggies bag between her legs. 

    Unsuspectingly, the toddler continued rubbing 
herself against the bag.  I started feeling so 
nervous that I was out of there before I knew it. 

    Once outside, I walked aimlessly while the scene 
continued repeating itself in my mind - time and 
time again.  It was wrong, right? The thing that I 
had seen had to be wrong.  But my dick disagreed with 
me. It was hard as a rock and I realised that I 
wasn't appaled, but excited.
 
   'Was I a sick pervert?' I thought.
 
    My hard-on started to hurt so I went to go home. 
With a little luck, I would be able to relieve all 
of this excitement in the bathroom.
 
    When I arrived at the building where I lived with 
my mother, I got on the elevator. It's doors were 
already closing when a voice asked me to stop them. 
Thinking that it had to be another neighbor, I 
pushed the button to open the door. A push-chair 
driven by a young woman entered into the elevator -
pressing me against the corner.
 
   "Thanks." She said while pushing the button for 
her floor.
 
    I couldn't answer. My heart was pounding out of 
my chest while a cold sweat started covering my body.
In front of me, at only a few inches sitting down, 
was the toddler girl that I had seen in the 
supermarket. She smiled to me innocently while her 
mother turned to look at me.
 
   "Did you enjoy the show?" She asked abruptly.

   "What??" I stammered.

   "Did you enjoy yourself looking at a toddler 
rubbing herself against a bag of Huggies?"

   "It...it was wrong." I said without thinking.

   "What was wrong? That she was enjoying herself or 
that you were looking at her?"

   "Both!" I cried very frightened.

   "Didn't you enjoy it?" She insisted.

   "NO!"

   "Liar." she said with a smile. "I know that you 
like diapers. You go to the supermarket to rub 
yourself against the packages until you cum, but you 
are too afraid to buy one with your pocket money. 
You dream about wearing them and using them, right?"

   "Yes. I mean no." I said.
 
    She pushed the emergency button and the elevator 
stopped with a shock between two floors.
 
   "Do you want see one?" she asked while she circled 
the pushchair and came near me. "A real diaper?" 

    She stroked my hair while I tried to say anything, 
but I was lost in her smile and I couldn't say 
anything.
 
    Unexpectedly, she raised her daughter out of the 
stroller, pushed it away, and left the toddler in 
front of me.
 
   "Chris, show your diaper to this boy." Her mother 
said.
 
    The little toddler smiled and grabbed the edges of 
her dress and raised her arms as high as possible - 
covering her head with her dress and exposing the most 
intimate part of her body.
 
    There, between her two chubby legs, was the object 
of my desires: A Huggies diaper with a picture of a 
smiling Mickey Mouse.
 
    I knelt down and touched it respectfully, following 
the borders with my fingers.
 
   "Come on. Get close and smell it." The woman's voice 
suggested tantalizingly.
 
    I brought my face close to the diaper and smelled
it.
 
    It was wonderful - a mix between the diaper's 
perfume and the toddler's smell.  The desire overcame 
me and - throwing my arms around her legs - I pulled 
her towards me and rubbed my cheek against her diaper. 

    While I enjoyed it's soft closeness, the diaper 
started to feel more and more warm. Before I could ask 
about the reason of this sudden change, the woman 
promptly clarified it with her words.
 
   "Good girl. Show this perverted boy how you use 
your diaper."
 
    Ignoring the insult and guided only by my desire, 
I inserted my tongue between the elastic and the 
smooth skin of her crotch to taste her delicious piss. 
It had a slightly spicy - yet bitter taste.  I never 
would have thought that I would do something similar. 
I didn't think it was healthy, nor if it was wrong or 
right. All I wanted was to continue feeling the warm 
diaper and tasting her nectar.

    I was so engrossed in my own world that I didn't 
realize that the elevator had started moving again 
until her dress fell over me and her mother picked 
the toddler up to put her back in the chair.

    I stared at her still lying on the floor without 
knowing what to do.

   "You are really a little pervert pedo, aren't you?"
Her mother asked me. 

    But her voice didn't sound reproachful, only 
slightly amused.

    She was right. I was a pedophile. I had licked 
the pee of a toddler from her diaper, and I liked it. 

    Unable to answer, I lowered my eyes while my face 
reddened with shame. 

    I felt the elevator starting to slow down when we 
reached her floor, but I was unable to move. The 
woman helped me to stand up and, during the brief 
moment that her mouth was next to my ear, I heard:

   "If you want to wear them, you know what you have 
to do."

    Without any other word, she smiled to me. Then she 
drove the stroller out of the elevator.

    I stood there until the doors closed again. Then 
the elevator continued its trip.

    I was a pedo. A fucking pervert. And I liked it! I 
was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't control my desire 
anymore. I wanted to wear diapers and use them. I 
wanted to lick other diapers and have the same feeling 
again...but it was wrong!

    I didn't know what to do. Because I was so guilty 
as her. So I tried to forget everything, and pray not 
to meet her again.

    Only when I arrived at my floor, I remembered that 
I hadn't done the errands. With all that had happened, 
I had completely forgotten it. Anyway, my mother would 
take several hours to return from work, so I decided 
to go back to the supermarket.

    And that was the biggest mistake of my whole life.

    Once again in the supermarket, I searched for my 
mother's note. I found a bunch of papers in my pocket, 
but unfortunately they weren't my mother's notes. It 
was a piece of paper with 20D written in it and a 
twenty dollar bill.

    My heart started pumping as crazy again.

    This note could only be from the perverted woman, 
and it was probably her address. But...what about the 
money?

    Then it hit me.

    I went to the diaper aisle and I looked at the 
prices. I could buy any bag with twenty dollars except 
the Jumbo ones.

    I had had to go away then, but my eyes were 
already searching for a diaper of my size. 
Unfortunately, the only ones that I could wear were 
the Underjams or the Goodnites.

    I didn't like the Underjams' bag, it didn't look 
cute enough.  So I went to pick up the Goodnites. One 
of them had Spiderman drawn in it, and others had 
Tinker Bell and one of her friends. I liked the one 
with Tinker Bell so I bought one of those.

    At this moment, I didn't realize that this one 
was for girls. Either way, it was going to change my 
life.
 
    I only needed another fifteen minutes to arrive 
at the door of the unknown woman and ring the bell.
 
    The seconds that she took to open the door were 
the longest of my life.
 
    She looked at me as if she didn't know the 
reason I was there and asked:
 
   "Yes? What do you want?"
  
    Trembling, I raised the bag of Goodnites with 
both hands to show it to her and said:
 
   "Please, diaper me."

   "No," she said plainly.

   "What?"
 
    After everything that had happened and 
everything I had done, she now said no? Why?
 
    I was about to start crying, when she added:
 
   "This is for little kids, you don't need them."
 
    I understood it immediately.
 
    Standing in front of her door and with both 
hands holding the diaper bag up, I started to pee!
 
    Within seconds, my underwear was soaked and a 
wet and warm feeling spread throughout my crotch. 
Trickles of liquid slid down my legs, soaking my 
pants and dribbling to the ground.
 
    It was humiliating, but the bigger shock was 
that the bigger the stain in my trousers, the 
bigger her smile was.
 
   "Please diaper me." I asked again - while a 
puddle started forming on the floor.

   "Pass." She said.

    Humiliated and red of embarrassment, I entered 
into her house for the first time. While she was 
cleaning my little puddle, I had a chance to look
at her flat.
 
    It was very normal and hadn't anything that you 
could find strange or weird. But I was in the little 
hall and I could only see the kitchen, the living 
room and, of course, the main hall. My young mind 
couldn't imagine the things hidded in the other 
rooms.
 
    My wet clothes started sticking to my skin with 
an uncomfortable and cold feeling, when the woman 
came back, she left the mop in the kitchen, grabbled 
my hand and guided me into the first room after 
passing the living-room.
 
    It had been transformed in a nursery. The floor 
was completely padded and the wallpapers were 
decorated with Disney's characters - most of them 
drawn as babies except Tinkle-bell and the Princess. 
A large wardrobe covered a whole wall from the floor 
to the ceiling. In a corner next to the window, 
there was the biggest crib I had ever seen. A lot of 
toys, teddy bears, and dolls were scattered by the 
floor and, in the center of the room playing 
carefreely, was the toddler girl that I already knew.
 
    She looked ar me when we entered, but she 
returned her attention to her toys almost inmediatly.
 
    The woman opened one of the wardrobe's doors and 
got a large Pampers' bed mat that she extended 
expertly on the floor.
 
    I didn't pay attention because I continued 
observing - stupified at the contents of the wardrobe. 
It was full with bags and bags of diapers, wipes and 
anything that you could need for the hygiene of a 
baby. I could swear that it had more brands than the 
supermarket.
 
    The woman's voice returned me to the reality.
 
   "Ok. Lay here," She said - tapping the mat with 
her hand.
 
    I left the diaper's bag on the floor and laid 
down on the mat with my foot near her. She started 
undressing me as I was a little baby. I only had to 
raise my bottom a little when she removed my trousers 
and underwear. Then she got a baby towel and started
cleaning the rest of my pee beginning with my legs.
 
    I closed my eyes and enjoyed the softness of the 
towel cleaning my skin.
 
   "Fold your legs." She commanded when she finished 
cleaning them.
 
    I obeyed and folded my legs over my belly. This 
way she could see my genitals and my ass.
 
    Something soft and wet started cleaning my balls, 
but it wasn't a baby towel. It felt different - as 
if somebody was licking them.
 
    Surprised, I opened my eyes to see the toddler's 
head between my legs while the woman encouraged her 
from the side.
 
   "Excellent Chrissy! Show this pervert boy all you 
have learned!"
 
    It was wrong. It was very wrong! I had to run 
away. Nobody had to do something as perverted as 
this.
 
   'Something similar to you licking her pee?' An 
ironic voice asked in my mind.
 
    But I couldn't think anymore.
 
    Chrissy had finished licking my balls and had 
managed to put one of them inside her tiny mouth. 
She was sucking it at the same time while her 
tongue continue playing with it. My dick was as 
erect as a mast and, when she finished sucking 
both of my balls, waves of pleasure were crossing 
my body. 

    Then she cleaned the head of my dick with the 
point of her tongue and, with her mouth wide open, 
swallowed at least half of my dick.
 
    I couldn't avoid moaning with pleasure from her 
care. While my hands grabbed the mat strongly, and 
I leant my head back. All my body became tense 
waiting for the discharge.
 
    Chrissy went up and down three times over my 
hard dick but, just as the last push was needed, the 
devilish woman pushed her aside.
 
   "Very good, Chrissy." She said while she cleaned 
the precum with a clean baby towel.
 
    For a few moments, I didn't know what had 
happened. I only returned to reality when she asked 
to raise my bottom so she could put the diaper in 
its proper position.
 
    At this moment, a melody started sounding in my 
mobile announcing an incoming message.  The woman 
went to get the phone from my discarded trouser and 
checked the message. I looked at her with hate.
 
    A beautiful women had diapered me, but the 
moment that would have been the best feeling in my 
life, I had been the worst by her fault. I didn't 
already think that it was wrong. The voice of my 
conscience had been drowned by my animal instinct.
 
   "Your mother has to do an all-night on her job." 
The woman said while reading the message. "Isn't 
it wonderful?" She asked looking at me. "That means
you can sleep here."
 
    I didn't answer - still angry for her actions. 
But I forgot everything with her next words.
 
   "Stand up, Amy. We have to finished changing your 
clothes."

   "What did you say?" I asked surprised.

   "I said: "stand up". We can't change your 
clothes with you laying there."

   "No, I meant the name."

   "Amy?"

   "Yes."

   "What's the problem Amy? Don't you like your 
name?"
 
    I was too confused to be angry.
 
   "But it isn't my name." I said - not 
understanding anything. "And Amy is a girl's name.
I'm a..."
 
    While I was talking, the woman had grabbed the 
now opened Goodnites' bag. She showed it to me and 
pointed to a specific point of the plastic bag.
 
   "What is written here? FOR GIRLS. So, if you're 
wearing a girl's diaper, then you are a girl. Those 
are the rules."

   "But I only got it because it was prettier." I 
replied.

   "Exactly the thing that a girl would have done. 
Now stand up."  She commanded.
 
    I stood up and allowed her to remove my shirt.
 
   "So...am I Amy now?" I asked while she searched 
the wardrobe.

   "Yes." she asnwered. "And don't forget it or I 
will tell your mother everything."
 
    I froze at hearing these words. I was so afraid 
that I didn't realize at this moment that she was 
guilty too!
 
   "Ok." she said - turning around and showing me 
a onesie about my size - all pink except for a big 
smiling Tinker-Bell printed in the center. 

   "Do you like it?"

   "Yes." I said - knowing it was true.
 
   'Perhaps I'm really a lil girly' I thought 
while she was putting it on me.
 
    When I was dressed, she grabbed the Goodnites 
bag and put it in the first wardrobe closet she 
had opened.
 
   "What now?" I asked while she gathered up my 
old clothes and everything that she had used.

   "You can play together until dinner time." She 
said and closed the door after her.
 
    The first thing that I did when I was left alone 
with little Chrissy was try to open the door. But it 
had been locked from the outside. 

    With a sigh, I started exploring the room.
 
    After five minutes, I had found that the double 
window didn't have a handle and all the doors of the 
wardrobe closet were locked - except the one opened 
by the woman and two others. Behind all of these 
doors were the same thing: tons and tons of baby 
products. 

    Their sight was enough to keep me aroused for a 
long time, but the only thing interesting in a locked 
room was the large crib, a toddler, and her toys.
 
    I looked at Chrissy playing with her toys and I 
thought I would play with her. But I didn't feel like 
playing house with a toddler. 

    It was going to be a long afternoon.
 
    Then a devilish thought came to my mind: I could 
really play with Chrissy!
 
    But it was wrong. She was an innocent toddler...
(that had licked your balls, added the ironic voice 
of my mind). Ok. But it had been her mother's fault. 
If I would do anything, it would be my fault.
 
    I turned around and looked at the smiling 
toddler wearing only her onesie and a diaper.
 
   'No. It was wrong!' I thought.
 
    I sat down in a corner and looked at the floor -
trying to avoid the temptation.
 
    I didn't know how much time had passed, but it 
felt like centuries to me.

    Finally, I decided that perhaps this would be 
my last opportunity to see a diaper. (I was wrong
of course), so there wasn't any problem if I looked 
at it one more time.
 
    I went to Chrissy's side and - grabbing her gently -
I lay her down in an empty area of the floor. 

    Chris didn't try to resist. She only looked at me 
wih curiousity while I opened her onesie and lifted it 
up - uncovering her diaper. I looked at it for a long 
time before lowering my head between her legs and 
kissing it. Then I rested my face over it and smelled 
her fragance. She smelled like baby powder and the 
aroma of a new diaper!
 
    I remained still...enjoying it.
 
    When I thought that it was enough, I raised my 
head and started to close her onesie.
 
    Everything was ok. I had only enjoyed the sight 
and smell of her diapers. So I hadn't done any bad 
thing. I didn't want to hurt her, so it was a real 
surprise when my hands untapped her dry diaper and 
uncovered her "treasure."
 
    I heard Chrissy giggling while I looked at her 
naked crotch stupidly.
 
    I couldn't see a lot because her buttocks hid
most of it. So I separated her butt cheeks with my 
hands and stared at her pink lil' holes while my 
heart beat strongly in my chest.
 
    In my sick mind I thought that it would be ok 
to lick her because she had licked my genitals.
 
    My conscience lost the battle against my lust.

    Empowered by her tiny beauty, I started licking 
her pee hole before going down to suck her little 
clitoris.  

    Chrissy started moaning and I felt her little 
hands in my head pressing down weakly. I obeyed her 
desires and followed the outline of her inner lips 
with the point of my tongue while her little body 
trembled under me. 

    Guessing that her moans were a sign of approval, 
I inserted my tongue in her pussy - only to find it 
blocked by a hard smooth surface.
 
    Surprised, I stopped licking and opened her pussy 
with my fingers. When the opening was large enough, 
a pink cylinder popped out! After taking it out, I 
saw that it was a little bigger than my hard dick. 
It finished in a conical head and was all wet and 
sticky.
 
   "So this is the way your mom plays huh?" I asked 
the toddler as she looked at me stupidly. "Well, if 
you had this inside, I think that you can have mine."
 
    But how? I didn't really want hurt her. So I 
couldn't do it while she was lying in the floor. 
 
    Having an idea, I got down on all fours.
 
   "Hey Chrissy...could you do this?" I asked.
 
    She looked at me for a moment before she started 
turning around and finally getting on all fours. 
Then she smiled to me.
 
   "Good girl." I said lustfully as I approached 
her ass.
 
    I pulled her diaper that had fallen to the 
ground and I put on my knees behind her. I opened my 
onesie, lowered my diaper, and pulled out my already 
hard dick. When I tried to guide my dick into her 
hole, I realized that I had miscalculated it. Despite 
being on me knees, I was still taller than her. 
Normally there would have been no problem to bend my 
dick. But it was so hard that I feared that it could 
break if forced.
 
    I looked at her holes. I wanted to fuck them 
desperately! 

    Then I remembered the wardrobe closet. I raised 
my diaper so I could walk properly and went to open 
the doors of the closet.
 
    I grabbed a few of the largest plastic bags and 
stacked them. I got a package of baby towels to clean 
any mess and, as an afterthought, I grabbed a bottle 
of baby oil.
 
    When all the preparations were finished, I lay 
Chrissy down over the bags with her legs hanging by 
the side. 

    While she looked at me, I lowered my diaper and 
showed my dick to her. She raised her arms trying to 
grab it while I rubbed baby oil all over it. When I 
knelt down, Chrissy raised and folded her legs over 
her belly and used her hands to keep them in that 
position. I looked at her surprised and she smiled 
back at me.
 
   "You're a clever little bitch huh?" I asked while 
my hand guided the head of my dick into her pussy.
 
    It entered with a soft noise. Then I grabbed her 
hips and pushed forward. All my dick slid inside. At 
the same time, both of us moaned with pleasure and, 
in her case, a little bit of pain. I kept it inside - 
enjoying the warm tight skin pressing against my hard 
dick. Then I heard a voice in my ear.
 
   "Hey look! The little pervert is raping my toddler."
 
    I had jumped with surprise as two strong hands 
held me in position.
 
   "No abrupt movements. We don't want any injury do 
we?"

   "I...I didn't want..." I started lamely.

   "Oh yes! Yes, you wanted to rape her and fuck her 
baby holes."

   "No, it isn't true." 

   "Oh? And where is your dick now hUh?"

   "Please...please don't say anything to my mom." I 
pleaded.

   "Ok. But you'll agree to follow all my orders from 
now on."

   "Until when?"  I asked.

   "Forever." She said seductively with a smile.
 
    If I had known the real meaning of forever, perhaps 
I wouldn't have agree so fast.
 
    "Ok."

    "Good." She said - her breath warming my neck. "Do 
you know what is my first order?"

   "N...no" 

   "Think," she said.
 
    I tried to think, but it was hard. To make it worse, 
she started to bite my ear and started inserting her tongue 
in my inner ear. A shiver of pleasure, gave me the answer.
 
   "You want me to finish fucking her."

   "Yes." She said happily. "I want that you fuck her and 
cum in her ass!"

   "How?" I asked surprised.
 
   "Tell me when you are ready to cum and I will help you."

   "I don't wan..."

   "You'll obey me, or your mother will learn everything 
about her little pervert." She said with a steel tone of 
her voice.
 
    I could only nod slightly.

   "Good. A last word of advice: try not to insert all of 
it. It will be easier for you and her."
 
    I extracted all my dick except the head before 
pushing again - careful not to insert too much. 

    After a few thrusts, I got the rhythm and continued
pumping faster while the woman had sat down on a side of 
the pile of bags and was chitchating with the moaning 
toddler.
 
    "Look Chrissy! Amy is going to give you Tinker-Bell 
special magic power. Isn't she a good girl for sharing it? 
You'll have to thank her afterward for it."
 
    "I...I'm...ready." I said when I felt the first signs 
of an orgasm building inside of me.

   "Ok. Get all of it out."
 
    I obeyed as fast and posible and, when all my dick was 
out, she turned Chrissy around and lay her over her belly 
with her arms at the sides.
 
   "Cum in her ass."
 
    I pressed the head of my dick against her asshole, but 
it remained closed. I pressed more and more until my dick 
slid fully inside and Chrissy raised her head with a moan 
of pleasure and pain.
 
   "Good girl...good girl." The woman said - caressing her 
hair.
 
    It was so tight that it seemed that it was going to rip 
my dick. I only needed a few thrusts to cum inside her warm 
tight hole while my cries of pleasure mixed together with 
Chrissy's. 

    The woman smiled upon hearing the mixed cries of 
pleasure with chords of pain. 
 
    After unloading my charge, I removed my dick from her 
ass and fell back to the floor.
 
    The first thing that I did consciously was to check my 
dick. I was very afraid that it would be covered with 
blood. 

    Fortunately, it was mainly covered with brown, smelly 
poop! so my battered conscience breathed a sigh of relief.
 
    The second thing that I did was look at Chrissy. She 
continued laying down over the bag of diapers with her 
legs and arms hanging at the sides while big, white,
thick drops of my cum slid down her baby crotch and fell 
to the floor. 

    She seemed like a sacrifice to the gods of the 
diapers and my lust!
 
   "It's very thoughtful of you to rub baby oil on your 
dick." The woman told me while she sat down at my side
and opened the package of baby towels.

    She started cleaning my dick with one of them. 

   "It's very good to take care of your skin - outside 
and inside. But I don't want her to poison herself 
cleaning you, so the towels will have to be enough."

   "Is she...?" I asked afraid of the answer.

   "Don't worry. she is ok. She has been trained for 
this."

   "Trained?" I asked - my young mind couldn't 
understand the levels of depravation of this woman.

   "Yes. As you are going to be."

   "Training? In what?"
 
    She smiled to me while she got a clean towel and 
continued cleaning my dick.
 
   "Don't worry about it. There's more important things 
to do."
 
    She finished cleaning my dick and, throwing the 
towels away, she stood up in front of me.
 
   "There are two basic rules: You will obey me, and you 
will call me Mistress anytime that you talk with me."

   "What?"
 
    With this involuntary question, I won a hard kick in 
the belly that threw me to the floor.
 
    I lay there - cowering in pain and gasping for air 
when I heard her again.
 
   "You'll obey me. And you'll call me Mistress. Do you 
understand?"

   "Y...yes...yes Mistress." I said when my lungs were 
full enough.

   "Good."
 
    I heard Her steps moving farther away, but I
couldn't pay attention while consumed in my world of pain.
 
    When I finally could raise my eyes again, My Mistress 
and little Chrissy were hidden from my sight by one of 
the locked doors of the wardrobe. Chrissy's onesie was 
discarded on the floor, so I supposed that My Mistress 
was changing Her daughter's clothes.
   
    I couldn't imagine what was going to happen from then 
on, but my life had changed completely.
 
TBC...