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(Pedantic alert: Yes, I am aware that 'I Wanna be Loved by You' is from the 1928 musical "Good Boy"... I tried to find an appropriate Victorian Bawdy song, but they were all a bit
too Bawdy, so I decided to go with something a little cuter. Please excuse the anachronism.)
Prologue
Chapter One
CHAPTER TWO
He tried to nap, but he could only lay awake, thinking, his
mind a writhing snake-pit of images… Constance, Amanda, even a few other women
that he knew—helpless, infantilized, diapered, and firmly in his care. He imagined thickly swaddled bottoms crawling
across the floor of his study… the delightful scents of beautiful adult women
enjoying a second infancy…
At last he
couldn’t take it anymore… grabbing his hat and coat, he stalked out into the
cool evening.
His first stop
was the medical supply warehouse he frequented. He selected a small array of
lotions, creams, oils and powders, then an armload of adult nappies and rubber
pants used in retirement homes and asylums.
Working the till
was a comely, red-headed beauty named Jill, whom Smiley had known, in a small
way, for quite some time now. She smiled strangely as she rang up his purchases—
“you opening up a rest home, doc?”
“I’m going to be
looking after some patients with some… special needs,” he said smoothly. He
found himself staring as Jill tallied the items, studying her pouty red lips,
just made for kissing… her body was a work of art, even in her modest clothing,
and he studied her supple neck and full, heavy breasts. Again, he was
intoxicated by her scent, practically salivating at the sweetly-sour smell of
her perfumes and body odors. He took several deep breaths, trying to get
himself under control, but it was no use. In his mind, he could see himself
vaulting the counter and scooping Jill up into his powerful arms. He’d carry
her into the back, stripping her clothes off as they went. She might resist at
first, but after being anointed with some oil and powder, he was sure she’d
settle in for a nice, long diapering…
She reached up to
scratch her nose, and Smiley deflated when he saw her engagement ring. Henry
was suddenly wracked with guilt, hating himself for thinking and feeling this
way. He felt like he’d been turned into some kind of animal…
He grabbed his
bags and quickly fled the building.
The sun was down
now, the streets filled with fog—Henry imagined himself a beast stalking the
streets and alleys of the city. A thick fog had rolled in, and Henry started to
feel more comfortable, hidden from view. The streets were crowded, and he
paused here and there to watch the women moving through the streets, sometimes
briefly following them, imagining what they’d look like if he had his way with
them, their beautiful bodies wrapped up securely in thick, fluffy nappies while
they cooed and gurgled helplessly…
Smiley hurried
off in no particular direction, deeper into the city.
He heard the
music first—somewhere in the distance, the throb of heavy base drums. He
drifted towards it, the area growing seedier as he went. He wandered, drawn by
the music, until he found himself in front of a smoky cabaret. He stood before
it, wondering if he should go in, when he saw her.
She gazed out
from the promotional photo from over her shoulder, her eyes huge and black and
doe-like, her hair black and lustrous. Her skin was olive colored, a just a
little exotic—Henry judged she was from the continent, Italy, maybe, or Spain,
or maybe even Greece. On her shoulder blade, a tattoo of a rose blazed, its
color coming through, even in the black
and white photo, and Henry imagined what it would feel like to kiss it. Beneath
her, a set of bold red letters announced her as Jasmine.
Henry hurried
inside.
He pushed inside,
through the smoke and arid stench of stale beer, past the raucous laughter of
the dregs in the audience and took a table in the far corner of the room. A
waitress came by and he ordered a whiskey. “Is… have I missed Jasmine?” he
asked, trying not to look at her.
She flashed a
wicked smile. “You got here just in time, sir… she’s on next!”
He tried to
settle in, sipping his whiskey. It was cheap and bitter, but he drank it
anyway, hoping to dull the enhanced senses that were slowly driving him insane.
He watched the act on stage (a pair of nude female jugglers) finish their act
and scamper off to the sound of enthusiastic applause. An announcer in pancake
make-up came out:
“And now, ladies
and gentleman, for your listening and dining pleasure, my we present to you our
own silver-voiced chanteuse, the saucy
songbird who makes you salivate, give it up for Jasmine!”
Henry politely
applauded with the rest, then watched her step out onstage, he body wrapped in
a long, silky cloak of some kind. The spotlight followed her to center stage,
and the applause slowly died down. Henry was drawn to her face, the finely
chiseled features, so delicate and soft, topped with those amazing eyes, like
dark pools of water.
She slipped the
cloak over her shoulders in a sudden move, and her body was revealed, poured
into a sheer corset that amply revealed and enhanced her cleavage, her legs
encased in black fish-nets, and nothing down below but a pair of sheer,
see-through panties ( she turned, Henry could see her butt-crack clearly
through the seat and felt himself stiffen.) She looked over the audience with a
certain air of arrogance… Henry could tell she thought she didn’t belong here,
and he was inclined to agree. The thought of one as dainty and lovely as her
forced to work in a placed like this wounded him on the inside. He wanted
nothing more than to wrap Jasmine up in his arms and never let her go…
She waited for
the hall to quiet, and finally, when you could hear a pin drop, she started to
sing:
I wanna be loved by
you
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you - alone.
Boo boo bee doo
I wanna be kissed by you
just you and nobody alse but you
I wanna be kissed by you - alone.
Boo boo bee doo
I couldn't aspire
to anything higher
and to feel the desire
to make you my own.
Badum badum bee doodily dum ! Boo !
I wanna be loved by you
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you - alone.
Boo boo bee doo
I couldn't aspire
to anything higher
and to feel the desire
to make you my own.
Badum badum bee doodily dum ! Boo !
I wanna be loved by you
just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you
Ba deedily deedily deedily dum
Boo boo bee doo !
Smiley was
enraptured, his heart snared by her warbling… the entire world dropped away,
and for one long moment it was like she was singing to him and him alone. He
tried to imagine her scent… and how she would look in a big diaper…
It took a long
discussion with the manager and no small
amount of money, but Henry was finally able to talk his way backstage. He found
her door and knocked politely, his heart thundering in his chest. He had no
idea what he was going to do or say… he clutched his bags in his hands
nervously.
“Come in!”
She sat with her
back to him, touching herself up in the mirror, a thin, silk robe draped over her
petite figure. She eyed him curiously in the mirror. “Who might you be?” she
demanded coolly in lightly accented English. Smiley wasn’t the first smooth
talker to make his way back stage to proposition Jasmine for a quickie, often
with offers of cash, like she was some kind of whore.
He took off his
hat. “Just an admirer,” he said in a clear confident voice. “I thought your
performance was lovely.” She snorted derisively.
“And what have
you got in the bags, mister admirer? Presents for me?” for the first time she
turned to look at him directly. He chuckled, like it was a big joke.
“Not exactly, no;
I’m a doctor; they’re supplies for… an experiment I’m conducting. I was on my
way back and I heard you singing. I wanted to meet you…”
“And see if I up
for a quick roll in the hay, is that it?” she demanded angrily.
He smiled.
“Actually, I wanted to see if you were free for dinner.”
She stared at him
suspiciously. “What did you say your name was, mister?”
He smiled, only
hesitating for a moment. “Call me Edward.”
He took her to
the nicest restaurant she’d ever been in. it was a fine meal, and Edward was
great company, mostly… every once in a while, something strange would rear its
head… when hear meal arrived, he asked her if she needed help cutting it (she
assured him that she was fine), and he insisted on spoon feeding her the last
couple of bites of her dessert when she said she’d had enough. He paid the
check and left a hefty tip for the waitress (she noticed, with a small smirk,
that he eagerly checked out her butt as she walked away.)
He flagged down a
carriage and asked where she lived. She ruefully admitted that she shared an
apartment near the theater with a couple of other girls from the cabaret. He
tutted: “That will never do.”
He stopped at a
newsstand first, scanned the classifieds in earnest. She tried to see what he
was doing, but she still had problems reading in English. Finally he looked up:
“Perfect!”
He gave the
driver a set of instructions, a relatively nice area not too far from the cabaret.
A hotel, maybe?
They got out in
front of an upscale apartment building. It was late, but the manager was more
than happy to listen to Edward’s proposal, and in moments they were inside a
wonderful, fully furnished two bedroom, two bathroom flat with a fireplace in the
living room. “What do you think?” he
asked.
“It’s very nice,
Edward,” she said, not fully understanding what was going on.
“I’m glad you
think so,” he said, handing her the keys, “it’s all yours.”
She gaped at him,
disbelieving. She swallowed, containing her excitement. “What do you want?” she
asked quietly, looking down at her shoes. He put a finger under her chin,
tilted her head back so he could gaze into those amazing eyes, so big and dark,
her lashes so long and luscious.
“Only you,” he
said, bending down to kiss her wetly, “all of you. Now and forever.”
He quickly
relieved her of her dress and undergarments and studied her naked body in the
firelight. He hoisted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
He deposited her,
naked and jiggling, face-down onto the bed, and Jasmine prepared herself for
sex. The tattoo gleamed brightly on her back, and he bent down and pressed his
lips to it, making her moan.
He kissed her
between her legs, licking and tickling, his tongue probing and tasting. He took
hold of her buttocks, squeezing and massaging her plump cheeks. She gave a cry
of surprise and delight when she felt his tongue on her delicate anus… Edward
had seems so civilized and repressed when she’d first seen him, she never knew
that he’d be so… animalistic…
She shivered and
sighed, quickly slipping into a haze of sexual bliss.
“Mmmm…. That was
amazing, she sighed, stretching out on her back.
He smiled. “I’m
glad you enjoyed it.
He moved toward
her, and for a moment Jasmine thought he was going to kiss her. She was
surprised when he rolled up his sleeves and motioned for her to turn over on
her stomach. She slowly complied, turning her bare bum to the ceiling and
watching over her shoulder as he retrieved a bottle of oil from the bag, which
he began spreading out over her back. She murmured and sighed, luxuriating in
the tender massage.
He poured a line
of oil right down the center of her butt-crack, drawing a squeal, followed by a
groan as he worked it into her wriggling tushy. Jasmine groaned and wiggled her
hips, rubbing her quickly stiffening bud against the bedspread. Soon she
glistened and gleamed all the way down to her feet (he tickled and teased them,
making her chortle and squirm.)
He dusted her
with powder, paying special attention to the glistening hillocks of her plumb
backside. Jasmine oooed and ahed and wriggled her toes excitedly. It was so
strange, but it felt just wonderful… she had a sudden urge to suck her thumb.
He turned her
onto her back, repeating the entire process on the front, playing with her
nipples and tickling her tummy, before he started working the oil into her
sopping pussy. He powdered her front, and she started having visions of being
prepared for some sort of ritual.
“I want you to
lie very still,” he said taking the diaper and unfolding it. She suppressed a
smile and forced herself to lie still, sure she was in for another round of
steamy sex.
She felt
something thick being tugged up tightly between her legs, pressed up against
her crotch in a most delightful way. She felt her hips being enfolded tightly.
Stunned, she looked up just in time to see him fastening the pins, trapping her
in the diaper.
“What? But… why?”
she stammered, blushing shamefully as he tugged the rubber pants up her legs.
He reached out and began to rub her tummy reassuringly.
“Think of it as a
symbol,” he said. “It represents how much I love you, and how much I care for
your well-being.” He bent down and lay on top of her, pinning her to the
mattress. “I’m here to care for you now, sweetie,” he said, nuzzling her neck.
Jasmine sighed, her heart throbbing in her chest. “You belong to me… and I
accept the responsibility of you and your well being.”
Jasmine knew she
should be horrified, in fact part of her was… but mostly she felt touched. What
he was saying was frightening, but there was also such comfort in it—she
wondered to herself if she could really let it go, let everything go and just
place herself in this man’s care.
“Do you trust me
to do that?” he asked, kissing her neck. Jasmine responded with a long,
affirmative moan.
“Good girl,” he
said, quickly pulling himself off her. Taking her hand, he pulled her into a
sitting position. “Let’s get a good look at you,” he insisted, helping her up
to her knees. Jasmine’s cheeks were shiny and red, but Edward laughed and
tickled her under the chin, making her squirm.
“Show Daddy, how
you crawl,” he commanded gently. “I want to see how your little diaper bottom
looks.”
Hesitantly,
Jasmine complied, lowering herself to her hands and knees and crawling around
on the bedspread, the massively padded nappy waggling lazily in the air behind
her. He chuckled and reached out to pat her thickly diapered rump, making her
blush… Jasmine felt for all the world like a giant, overgrown baby.
“What a good
girl,” he said, quietly, mesmerized by the sight of this lovely, mature,
womanly woman wrapped up in a huge diaper. Jasmine looked over and saw his
erection bulging against the front of his pants. Grinning wickedly, she crawled
over and un-zipped his fly, reaching in to free his rock-hard penis (her eyes
bulging with delight when she saw how huge it was. Grinning, she gave it a
supple lick with her soft pink tongue; he sucked in a shaky breath as she took
him into her mouth and started to gently suck, bobbing her head eagerly. Edward
groaned, reaching out to stroke he long, black hair softly, enraptured by the
sight of her diapered bottom wiggling ever so slightly as she gleefully sucked
him to orgasm.
