The Story of Master Daddy Sir, Part 2 inspired by Master Daddy Sir and written with His editing and approval by bamaboi2serve bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Master Daddy Sir decided i needed punishment because i had responded to a Nifty reader without first sending the email to Him for consideration. Some emails he allows me to humbly respond to. Other He orders me to ignore. I had disobeyed his orders, and so i would be punished.
I would regress myself to diaper stage and stay that way for the day.
As with other experiences with Master Daddy Sir, I found myself drawn to something i had never done before. He had tuaght me what an asslicker and bootlicker i was inside, and now i was to learn my capacity of regressing.
He wrote the orders:
Your regression day will consist of your wearing your diaper and plastic panties all day and night. Changing them when they become too wet and sucking the pee-pee out of them.
i had bought the plastic panties (yellow, with colorful cartoon characters on them) online after being told to by Master Daddy, and the day they arrived i was already planning a day when i could follow Master Daddy's orders. He is understanding that way, not setting stringent deadlines, giving me enough time to accomplish my assignments and punishments etc. He is such a good Master!
The morning arrived--- a Friday---on which i would spend my 24 hours as ordered.
It was not a casual-day at work, so i would be in suit and tie...and that's how i dressed once i had put on my diaper and the yellow with toy design plastic pants. I drank my usual two cups of coffee before, work, know that Master Daddy Sir would not allow any deviation from the schedule I normally followed.
As soon as i had put on my pants though, i realized you could hear the plastic pants when i moved. Not terribly loud, but enough to catch your attention if there was not a lot of other noise around, like now, as i walk out to the front door to leave for work. It's hard to describe the noise, but if you heard it and you were cleaver, i'll bet you could figure it out.
i blushed, thinking about the day ahead. The sound was only one aspect of the regression.
Master Daddy had not ordered me to, but i felt the need to keep a pacifier in my picket...just doing it made my little pee pee dickie hard. As he did required, i packed two extra diapers in my carry bag.
i got into the car and sat down, hearing the plastic as i moved around, settling into the quiet car interior, the noise sounded even louder.
Usually on the long drive to work, i would make a pit stop at a gas station before reaching work, but today i knew that was not possible. i kept driving.
I managed to get to the office and through the noisy lobby without attracting any attention, though as i looked in a mirror inside the crowded elevator, it seemed my pants were being pushed outward by the undergarments. Nobody else seemed to notice, but i did.
Then, suddenly, as i waited for the elevator to reach my floor, it came to a sharp stop and the lights went out. A emergency light quickly came on, though it was very dim, perhaps missing some bulbs, and there were gasps from some of the other passengers.
"Oh!" exclaimed an older woman to my side.
"What the..." an attractive young man on my other side let go, catching himself before he added the "fuck" that clearly belonged at the end of his comment.
There were about ten of us inside. Another man reached for the emergency phone on the wall below the buttons, and he was quickly in contact with an emergency operator. I could only hear one end of the conversation, but i heard him say thanks and turn to the rest of us.
"It's OK, there was a power failure, and they should get it back on in a few minutes. We're not in danger!" he told us.
There were murmurs from the crowd. The unexpected development had given their daily lives a sense of excitement.
As for me, i had excitement enough with the diaper and plastic pants beneath me. There was also the question of that coffee, which had worked its way though my system and was calling on me to let it go. I forced myself to remain calm, but when i shifted my position, i could clearly hear the plastic, and when i glanced over the the young man on my right, i would tell that he had heard it too! He was looking downward, trying to locate the source of the unusual sound. Our eyes caught for a second and i could see him speculating.
I stood very very still, trying to avoid any more clues, but a woman up front lost her footing and fell backward, forcing me to change position...and sending out another loud (to me, anyway) crinkly sound.
I glanced at the boy and yes, he had heard it, and was now adding two and two.
He smiled slightly at me, showing that he had somehow answered his quiz correctly.
It was at that point that my body failed me. Some of my overfilled kidneys leaked and i could feel the diaper absorb a shot glass or so of pee.
There was no noise, of course, but i instantly could smell the pee. The boy, as i started mentally calling him, could too. Another smile, larger now.
Unexpectedly, he held out his hand and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Derek!" he said in a normal voice, then adding in a whisper..."are you little baby jimmy?"
I blushed fiercely, knowing my hand, in his now, was suddenly sweating.
"Uh, what?" I stammered to him quietly...the other in the elevator were talking among themselves, telling stories of other experiences being stuck.
"You know what i mean...." he said, removing his hand from mine and gently pressing it against my crotch for just a second.
"I know what's up, man, it's OK...it's cool...i'm not going to bust you or anything, but i want details!" he said, with a confident, thankfully quiet, voice.
"Well, i ..i...i"...i was at a loss. I stammered some more, suddenly feeling more pee leak.
"Is someone pulling your strings? Or is this something you do for your own kicks?" he asked.
I hesitated, but finally answered...
"It's for...Master Daddy Sir," i admitted softly, part of me proud for owning up to my subservience, but another part of me cringing at my admission to this complete stranger.
As i finished, i felt him place his hand in my pants pocket! I was so shocked i didn't react immediately, looking around to see if anyone else had noticed..but the others were having their own conversations, and one woman and sat down on the floor of the cab in the corner. They were oblivious to our little drama.
The boy...make that B-o-y with a capital "B"...had slipped his fingers up under my plastic pants, causing the tell-tale plastic sound. When he pulled his hand out, he had the pink pacifier in it!
"Oh is this yours?" he said loudly, attracting the attention of a nearby woman as he held it up in front of my face. The womn just smiled, presuming it was my baby's.
"Er, yes, thanks" i mumbled, taking it from him and stuffing it back in my pocket.
Without making it too obvious, Boy maneuvered us so we ended up in a corner of the compartment, with my back to the two walls. With his body more or less blocking mine, he pushed down on my shoulders, forcing me to sit on the floor below him. Nobody paid much attention, since some others had sat down too and they were busy in their own conversations and making cell calls to tell their friends about their adventure.
My face was directly in front of Boy's crotch.
He stretched his fingers out under my nose and i would smell my own pee on them from when he put his hand in my pocket. Without even thinking, my tongue darted out to lick them and he slipped one finger into my mouth. Glancing furiously around to see if i was being watched, i sucked on his finger, becoming immediately hard, which added the the crinkling sound.
He put the hand on his own crotch and massaged his cock slowly...i watched, mesmerized, as it hardened beneath his tight black jeans, the head soon visible. Then he stopped and removed his finger from my mouth. As i watched, a small wet spot formed at the head of his cock. Just a quarter sized circle.
I moved my head forward, anxious to lick it...and the lights abruptly came on and the elevator started moving. Everyone was rearranging themselves into the normal formation of passengers on an elevator mode,,,i stood, hiding my pee pee dickie hard-on with my hands. Boy ignored me completely, as if nothing had happened.
i had to know more about him!
What would Master Daddy Say about all of this?
Would he be angry with what had happened?
When the elevator reached the seventh floor, Boy got off, and he turned to smile at me as the doors closed. The seventh floor is the headquarters floor for the company where i work..the executive offices. Who was Boy???
Late in the morning i had no choice but to let the rest of my kidneys leak out into the diaper as I sat at my desk, talking to clients. Just before lunch i went to a little-used restroom, and used a stall to change the diaper, At one point someone came in, and i swear they were peeking through the crack in the stall door at one point...but they left and i finished my changing, putting on a fresh diaper and replacing my new plastic panties. I sucked the pee out of the diaper as best i could and then tossed it in the trash and went to lunch, drinking the usual two iced teas, even though i knew it would mean another change later in the afternoon.
The elevator trip back up to the office after lunch was not interrupted by a power outage, but when it stopped on the seventh floor, i suddenly decided to get off.
i stood there for a moment, unsure what to do, but then i looked to the side and saw Boy walking toward me with the Company President! The similar looks were unmistakeable. Boy was his son!.
To be continued IF Master Daddy Sir says it will. Your comments may convince Him. Comment to him via me: bamaboi2serve@charter.net