Part Two
Stan's mind raced. His love for pornography had really gotten himin trouble this time. He was in his private office, kneeling nakedat the keyboard. Subliminal messages put into an x-rated computertext file had turned him into "Mistress" Anna's computer playtoy.Even if it weren't for the subliminal desire to obey her, Stan wastotally dependent on her, since his clothing was torn into littlepieces in the waste paper basket. "Mistress Anna," typed Stan, "This is fun, but how am I goingto get home now that my clothes are ripped to shreds?" "A messenger will be dropping something off in a few minutesthat will help you with that little problem," typed Anna. Anna's words had just appeared on his screen, when someoneknocked on his door. "Yes," said Stan nervously, painfully aware of his presentcondition. "Delivery," said a man outside the door. "Just slip it under the door," said Stan. "I can't," said the man, "it's too big. Besides, I need to getyour signature for this." Stan was beside himself. He didn't know what to do. Heappealed to Anna for advice. "I think your delivery is here,Mistress Anna," typed Stan, "But he wants me open the door and signfor it." "Well, do as the man says," typed Anna, "And don't forget tothank him properly. I believe that sucking his cock would be aproper tip for the messenger. And that's not just a suggestion,that's an order. Go give the nice man a blow job, Stan." Stan was horrified. Yet, he had no choice. Not only was hisback against the wall, he also felt strangely impelled to obeyAnna's order. Sheepishly, he got off his knees and walked to thedoor and opened it. The messenger was a young kid, who couldn't have been morethan 18 years old. His eyes opened wide at the sight of Stan'snakedness. "Er...please sign here, Sir," said the boy, trying toact as though nothing was wrong. "Please come in for a second so I can close the door," saidStan, "I know this seems odd, but my clothing was destroyed in an,er..accident, and this package contains my change of clothes.You're a real life saver. I'd like to thank you for your trouble bysucking your cock." "Er...I don't know, I'm not a fag or anything," said the boy. "Either am I, son," said Stan, "It's just somethingI...er...want to do for you." Stan was frantic. Not only did Anna'sorder make him ask the boy if he wanted a blow job, somehow heneeded to suck his penis. He started rubbing the boy's cock throughhis jeans in an attempt to arouse him into accepting his offer. "No...please stop," groaned the boy. But it was too late, Stanhad already unzipped the boy's pants and started sucking on hispenis. Soon the boy had forgotten his objections and began fuckingStan's face, while Stan furiously sucked his penis until cumspurted out in Stan's mouth, and dribbled down his chin. "Thanks for the tip," said the boy, as he quickly zipped uphis pants and all but ran from the office. Stan went back to the computer. "I did as you ordered,Mistress Anna," typed Stan. "Very good, my little cocksucker," typed Anna, "Now let's havesome more fun. Open the package that I sent you." Stan opened the package and looked at its contents in horror.Instead of finding the change of clothing he had hoped for, thepackage contained a large adult cloth diaper, a little frilly hat,and a t-shirt that said, "I'm a little baby." "But, Mistress, these are baby clothes!," typed Stan. "Yes, my little Stan Stan," typed Anna, "These are your newclothes, or would you prefer to walk home stark naked?" "No, no," typed Stan, painfully aware that Anna could get himto do just that, "I'm just surprised, that's all." "Well, get into your little outfit, little boy," typed Anna. Stan complied and put on the diaper, the t-shirt and littlehat. "You can go home now, little Stanley," typed Anna, "Go homeand call the BBS at 8 PM tonight, and we'll have some more fun." "Yes, Mistress Anna," Stan typed. After logging off the computer, Stan nervously emerged fromhis office, clad in his diaper. He successfully got down the stairswithout anyone seeing him, but once outside, he couldn't avoid thepassersby on the sidewalk from gawking. Men, women, and childrenall pointed and laughed at his predicament as he travelled the tenblocks to his home. He had never been so humiliated in all hislife. Little did he know that this episode would pale in comparisonto what Anna had in mind for him next!
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