Much to Stig's relief, the Dominatrix returned him to the comforts of the nursery, walking towards the window of that outlandish little room and gazing out over the impenetrable urban landscape, the midget still in her arms. It was while regarding the disused vulcanizing plant and ruminating on what it would've been like to work there, back in the day, when Stig dimly became aware of something pressing against the front of his Pampers. He dared not look down, slowly acknowledging the gentle rhythmic action and the warmness in his groin. Mistress Nemesis was wanking him off.
    She wheeled around from the window and began rubbing him more vigorously, working his genitals in an urgent and hectic manner, adopting the furiously accelerated motions of a 1970s sex comedy. He juddered unsteadily, his features rigid with elation; his cock assuming the appearance of a cudgel within the confines of his Pampers. She sang to herself whilst wanking him, humming half-remembered fragments of old nursery rhymes in a warm and motherly tone. Frequently she was apt to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, putting her moistened lips up close and softly informing him of how she was well aware that her "nasty little client" was about to cum his nappy, succeeding to divulge her intentions for him afterwards; fervidly stating that she planned to beat him black and blue. As she went on her disclosures grew more and more bizarre. She called him names like "Wank-Boy", "Midget-Fuck" and "Little Nappy Man", positively ordering him to do it in his "plastics". Towards the end she plumbed the depths, delving into her mind's deepest recesses and dredging up every unspeakable desire she uncovered, each more incoherent and downright weirder than the last: she told him how she believed that all midgets should wear nappies; that everyone should have sex with a dwarf at least once in their life; she talked with frantic intensity of wanking, blowing, screwing, and even killing every fucking midget in the land; and it was revealed before Stig, who saw for a brief moment, the veneer of the resentful feminist temporarily lifted, the violent psychotic beneath: blatant, seething, boiling over with unalloyed hatred. He cummed his Pampers with ineffable might: drenching the super-absorbent core and splattering the plastic that withheld it in massive globs of glistening love juice, gazing up afterwards and regarding his crazy Mistress with a look of weary exultation.