." yet somehow he knew not to continue his protest. In a way this was a dream come true but he was also experiencing a "loss of control" that was ...isturbing. As he eyed that pink pile in her hands, Alan knew he wanted to feel those soft garments covering his behind. He promised to follow her rules. Snugly diapered, Alan came to the dinner table and no more was said about his situation. Things went very good for several weeks, until he had his first "accident". Alan had. You are my little puppy dog, and I am simply your master. But the other reason is much sweeter,? She added as She reached underneath my ass and tied a little blue ribbon around my exposed penis. ?I am wearing a shirt, no bra, boxers, and jean pants. You, my sweet little puppy, are wearing a bra, panties, and a fucking French maid outfit. Now, who dressed you? Was it me? Or did I just tell you what to do and you did it your fucking self?? ?I did what you told me to, Master?. ?Exactly. A mistress. Eleanor had several attachments for this, which she plugged onto the machine and set it going on my clitoris or even just inside my vagina. I experienced orgasms at every level of its intensity and used it often when alone. One very memorable night when all the girls were gone for the holidays, Eleanor gave me alcohol for the first time. (I of course had not been invited home, as my grandmother was afraid I would continue seducing her servants.) We lay around drinking, lying naked together on. Jess had slicked her hair back and it was held tightly in a pony tail. She had applied her make up heavily with thick red lipstick on and all I could think about was sliding my cock into that mouth even though I knew it was not to be. With large silver hoops hanging from each ear she looked like the sexiest slut I could imagine and my cocked throbbed in my pants, fully erect and aching for release.'Shut the door then, before someone walks past you idiot' and coming to my senses I stepped into.