If I find that you wet yourself... peed your panties... diddled in your diaper... then honey... well let's say... things could get ... very sticky... ...'ll let Michael call over some of his friends... and maybe they'll help me 'toilet' train you." I shuddered with that thought... she was taking me to her friends place... I knew that... I even believed that she was probably going to force me to suck a cock... especially with me all dressed like this... But I couldn't handle the thought of more. Fortunately Dick does have a sense of self-preservation and he helps me out of whatever mess he gets me into, or it'd be a lot worse. I think he knows there's no pussy in prison.)Other times -- quite a lot, actually -- I'll be distracted, and then out of the blue I'll see something that triggers a sexual thought, and Shazam! Dick reaches in and grabs the reins. And he's very good at steering me right into the thick of it immediately to cement his total control for as long as he can keep it up.. “Sorry,” I said as I removed my hand from my shorts. I may have blushed a little; I certainly must have looked flustered. But in truth I wasn’t terribly embarrassed. It was more the unexpectedness of my mother being there, rather than the fact that she had caught me holding my cock, that prompted my reaction. Like most eighteen year old boys I masturbated every day, usually more than once, and of course my mother knew that I did. But Mom just smiled, and said, “Don’t mind me.” And she sat down. Soon she would have her!After a little while, Kimberly came out of her room and started back to work. She had rested, but her mind still was going over her little interlude with the Mistress. She managed to finish the rest of her day quietly and then she left work as quickly as she could making an excuse that she had to hurry home to her daughter.When she got home, her daughter greeted her practically bouncing with the great news. "Hi, Mom! Guess what - Brian asked me to the school dance! Oh,.