“Hi, mommy ... I’ve been bad ... so very bad. Before you start feeling sad for me, know that I asked for this, all of this.At first I thought bein... slutty would be enough to satisfy me. Then after while the gang bangs weren’t even enough. I needed to be completely used and degraded. That’s when I discovered I liked pain with my pleasure, a lot of pain.So I wouldn’t go to far and accidentally kill myself, I needed a master to help me. After the last DVD you saw. I was sold to my new Daddy .... The man began to pace the length of the couch. He looked at us and then began to tap his foot when he stopped. ‘What are you doing here?’ I demanded. He glared icily at me. ‘Did I tell you to speak?’ He retorted. ‘No, but.’ ‘But nothing shut the fuck up until I tell you to speak.’ He glared at me again and then resumed pacing I watched him and scowled at him. ‘I can see you glaring at me. If you don’t want a bullet in your skull I suggest you quit right now.’ I quickly looked down. ‘Please take. Was Henry cheating on her? She had become suspicious and had been watching for signs. He certainly had the opportunity if he so desired. She was sitting at her desk reading papers and it was early evening but Henry wasn’t home yet.It was with this feeling of trepidation that she opened Milo’s folder. Simply reading the title put a lump in her throat and a brick in her stomach: ZEN AND THE ART OF MAKING LOVE TO MY ENGLISH TEACHER.“Fuck,” she said to herself.She broke into a light sweat, anxious. She'd seen me suck on a rubber dick, how could I lookher in the eye. No doubt, she thought of me as gay, which wasn't a bigthing since she had dressed me in diapers and plastic pants, but itseemed to have ruined our mommy/baby game.I didn't hear from her for three days. During that time, missing beingin diapers was driving me crazy. I couldn't even look at anythingplastic without thinking about plastic pants. Never before had I had anyfetish about clothing, but this was like being a drug.