MONICA AND PETER Peter had been Monica's slave for about a month now, living in her apartment, keeping it clean and tidy, he washed her clothes and did most of the cooking, not that there was much to do. He liked it, there was plenty of security and he was happy looking after her. While he was tidying the bathroom he considered his own position. He had food and clothing and the strange sort of love that Monica offered him. There were plenty of conditions, Peter did all of Monica's chores and he did exactly what his mistress told him to do, but by the same token, she looked after his every need. He was dressed as she had left him this morning. T-Shirt, Nappies, Plastic Pants and white socks and shoes. Monica was a nurse at the local hospital during the day and Peter always looked forward to her return because it meant that he got his very wet nappy changed. He was not allowed to touch his nappies at any time and the only time they came off was when Monica changed him or gave him a bath. At the end of the day, the nappies got very unpleasant and often led to a nasty painful rash. The sound of the key in the front door alerted Peter to Monica's return. He put down the cloth that he had been using to clean the bath and hurried downstairs to welcome Monica who was taking off her coat in the hall. No words were exchanged between them as Monica slipped out of her dress and allowed it to fall in a heap on the floor. Peter, as if on cue, knelt down and very slowly, eased off Monica's panties. She stepped out of them and said: "Hello Peter, have you been a busy boy today then?" Peter answered in the affirmative and helped Monica off with her bra and stockings. When she was totally naked; Peter leant across and kissed her beautiful pussy. Her legs opened as Peter's tongue buried itself deep into her sweaty hole. Monica shuddered as he worked his tongue in deeper and deeper and soon a minor orgasm rippled over her body and she gently pulled Peter's head away. Frustrated, Peter felt for his useless Penis trapped inside the thick padded nappy and gazed at her lovely shaven fanny. Monica enjoyed this power she had over Peter, she was the only one allowed inside his nappies and He would always be her baby and always serve her. "Into the Nursery and onto the changing table, please Darling, we'll get those wet nappies off,OK?" Monica ordered, "OK Nurse." Peter replied and followed his nurse into the bathroom. He climbed onto the rubber-lined changing table, while His Mistress, completely and utterly naked, helped him off with his T-Shirt and leant over to kiss him on the mouth. "Tonight we will make love I think." Monica smiled and pulled down Peter's plastic pants, sliding them off his legs she threw them into a basket where he would remove them in the morning for the wash. She unpinned the soaking nappy at both sides and pulled the front section down. "Good,"said Monica as she observed the large poo that Peter had done in his nappy,"I thought that you had constipation." She wiped his bottom with the soaking diaper and then threw the soiled nappy into the basket."OK, darling, into the bath with you and we'll get you cleaned up. As Peter lay quietly in the warm bath, Monica gently soaped and cleaned his soiled bottom, being very gentle because he had bad nappy rash. Peter felt like a small boy again, he didn't have a care in the world. When Monica had finished washing him, he moved over and she joined him in the bath, lying down next to him. Her lips touched his and the two bodies embraced in the warm water. Monica's hand wrapped itself around his erection and stroked it gently and Peter started to stroke and stimulate her clitoris with his hand. After their lovemaking, they dried each other and Monica led Peter off to his bedroom and helped him into his large cot. He lay there contented and happy as his beautiful nurse gently rubbed cream around his sore bottom and thighs. He lifted his hips as Monica slipped the clean nappy under his bottom. When he was all tightly pinned up in his new, fresh nappy, his nurse pulled on a pair of blue rubber pants and lifted up the sides of the cot. "Goodnight darling, I'll see you in the morning. Tomorrow I've got the day off and I've a special surprise for you. Sleep tight." Monica left him a large bottle of milk and turned off the light. The sun shone brightly into Peter's bedroom as he woke. He stretched in his cot felt the usual pressure on his bladder. His nappy was dry this morning, which was not unusual and Monica sometimes allowed him to use the potty at changing times. But Peter was feeling very lazy this morning and the urge to pee was not worth the effort of holding back. With a sigh Peter relaxed his bladder and the warm flood of wee wee filled his nappy. These days it was very easy to forget the adult things in life like toilets, and washing and looking after yourself, Monica did all that for him. More and more Monica was discovering him in the morning with a wet nappy and sometimes with a dirty one as well! Wetting his nappy was the best way he knew of getting as much attention as possible out of Monica. Outside on the landing he could hear Monica talking to somebody else. He could hear the rattle of his breakfast tray and a young voice talking back to Monica. He was terrified. Monica was not going to bring a total stranger in to see him in his present condition. Surely she couldn't? He curled up in his cot as Monica and a young girl entered the room. "Well Susan, this is my baby Peter, what do you think?" Monica asked of the child. She appeared to be of about fourteen years, with yellow hair and deep blue eyes. She stared at Peter who was by now blushing deeply and almost in tears with humiliation that this young girl should see him dressed like this. Subconsciously, he tried to cover his padded crotch as Susan's eyes wandered over his rubber pants. Smiling, she turned to Monica. "Auntie Monica, he's sweet, can I touch him?" His nurse, smiling, pulled down the sides of the cot and replied: "Of course darling, help yourself, he's only a baby and all babies need plenty of attention." Monica stepped back as the girl stroked Peter's chest and thighs. She pulled up the front of Peter's rubber pants and prodded his sodden nappy. "I think this baby needs his nappy changing, would you like me to do it, I've done my baby sister many, many times and a big child like this will not be any problem." There was a pleading tone in Susan's voice and Monica was quick to agree. "O.K. Susan, go ahead." Peter lifted his bottom as Susan worked the rubber pants over the soaking nappy and pulled them off his legs. After pulling up her sleeves, she deftly unpinned the nappy at each side and pulled out the soiled garment, Susan handed it to her Aunt who dropped it in the dirty nappy pail. Susan examined his genitals and bottom and liberally spread alot of cream over the infected area. When Peter started to get an erection Monica was very cross. "You dirty boy, Susan does not want to see your nasty willie get excited like that; now put it away!" "That's alright Auntie, I've seen little boys like that before and all they need is a good smacking, Mummy often gives my little brother a hard over the knee beating when his willie gets hard. It cures the problem very quickly indeed "Good idea!"said Monica and sat down on a chair in the corner of the room while Susan pulled Peter out of the cot and led him across to Monica. She directed Peter to lie down over her lap. But Peter tried to resist as Monica attempted to pull him over. The tears were rolling down his cheeks as he begged loudly not to have to undergo this humiliating punishment. This humiliating display in front of the young child was proving too much for Peter who was increasing his efforts to pull away from Monica's grip. Susan came to her Aunt's aid with a sharp slap on Peter's backside and a firm push, he lost all balance and landed squarely on Monica's lap. "Keep still you naughty boy." screamed Monica as she restrained him and started to pound his buttocks with her bare hand. Again and again her hand landed on Peter's reddening orbs and the more and more he screamed. He started kicking so violently that Susan had to grab and hold his legs to keep him still. Monica was exhausted by the time she had finished his beating, tears were streaming down his face. She pushed him off her lap and he fell on the floor at her feet. Monica and Susan pulled him off the floor and half dragged their blubbering boy into the bathroom where he was thrown, face down onto the changing table, a rubber cushion was placed under his hips so his bottom was displayed prominently in the air. Peter was still crying as Susan and his dominant Nurse started rubbing some soothing cream into his sore and throbbing bottom. "There, there," cooed Susan as she rubbed Zinc and Castor Oil Cream gently around his anus. "I told you a small smacking would stop your willie getting hard. I bet it's all soft and tiny now, Just like a Baby's." Susan pushed her hand between his legs and started to fondle his penis. Monica was a bit alarmed by her young ward's forwardness in dealing with Peter, especially in the department that she considered to be entirely hers. "Susan!", She said sharply and pulled the girl's hand away from Peter's hardening shaft; "I think we will put baby's nappy on now, so go and get one from the cupboard and hurry up." Susan, noting the change in Monica's tone hastened to do her bidding and rushed out of the room. "Peter, stop crying and turn over now." Monica instructed him and shouted after Susan; "Oh, I forgot to tell you, bring a nappy liner and an incontinent pad which you will find in a box next to the nappies." Monica finished off with creaming Peter's groin and Susan returned with the clean nappy. Peter's Nurse quickly folded and arranged the nappy, liner and incontinent pad under Peter's hips and Susan started to pin him up when Monica stopped her. "I think I'll give him something to remember not to be a naughty boy again and show young girls his ugly, hard penis." Monica went to the cabinet and returned with what appeared to be two very large tablets wrapped in selophane. "Peter, legs up in the air, knees to your chest and pull your arse cheeks wide apart!" Peter nervously obeyed his mistress and as instructed, and displayed his rectal opening to the women. He was completely helpless and more tears rolled down his cheeks. Susan watched open eyed as Nurse Monica pushed two suppositories firmly into his bottom. Still in this humiliating posture, Monica sprinkled some mustard powder onto his anus then allowed him to drop his legs, whereupon she roughly applied the yellow powder to his scrotum, penis and underneath his forskin. With a final florish, she lightly slapped his belly, returned the mustard to the shelf and asked Susan to remove the pad and liner and pin him up with just the plain nappy. Susan happily obliged and completed the operation by pulling on baby's plastic pants. "Susan Darling, take him back to the cot and lock him in. Strip the bed and leave him on the bottom rubber sheet. We don't want any accidents on the bedclothes. When we return from shopping in an hour's time I expect the suppositories to have done their work, he should be nice and smelly!" Susan grinned and yanked Peter off the changing table, twisting his ear as she pulled him off in the direction of the bedroom. Monica smiled as she watched her new assistant take firm control. Peter was not going to give Susan any problems at all. As Susan was locking the sides of the cot, Peter who was sweating with fear, suffered a severe cramp in his belly. He farted loudly in his nappies and then lost all bowel control. The tale-tale smell filled the room as his bottom exploded and the shit poured into his nappy.Susan stared at him with utter contempt as The slippery mess invaded every corner of the thin material until the nappy could hold no more, and the overflow started showing inside the plastic pants. The cramps, the smell and the grinning young girl left Peter deeply humiliated. He tried to hold back but any effort irritated his mustard impregnated skin which was reacting with the liquid slurry inside his nappy. Crying, he continued to void into his nappies as Susan switched the light off, turned round and walked out of the room closing the door. He heard the key turn in the lock and he felt completely dejected. Peter lay in the dark and heard receding laughter as the girls left the house for a night out. The room was very hot as Monica had turned the radiator on full blast and also installed two convection heaters as well. He sweated profusely on the damp rubber sheets and tried not to move too much as activity irritated his whole crutch area. His belly, thighs, testicles, cock and buttocks were on fire and there was nothing that he could do about it. He was trapped inside his cage with a sodden, hot nappy and he felt very miserable indeed. About midnight the front door opened. He heard the voices of Monica and Susan laughing and joking and he also noticed a third voice, straining to catch a clue as to who it was; it was female, that was certain and he felt sure that he knew who it was but he could not name the voice. The light blazed on as the three tormenters entered the room. "Pooh! What a smell!" Exclaimed Susan and behind her Peter could see the new visitor, it was Mary, the staff nurse at the hospital who had first put him into nappies with Monica, all those months ago when he had first wet the bed and suffered the consequences. The three women peered into the cot with utter disdain and Peter realised what a state he was in. His plastic pants, aided by his restless activity in bed had leaked badly and the rubber sheet on which he was lying was heavily soiled with his shit , he looked in a dreadful condition. "Come on girls, lets go to bed, I havn't the energy to clean him up tonight." murmered Monica, " We'll leave him till the morning." With that , Monica turned and took herself off to bed. "We can't leave him like this all night long," exclaimed Susan to Mary, "He'll be very sore in the morning; and also might be very ill!" Mary nodded and went off to run the bath. As he lay in the bath being washed by Susan, Mary was cleaning up the bed- clothes, He was still frightened and nervous as Susan was washing him but her attitude seemed to have changed and she appeared a little more caring. Her young hands gently washed his crotch and bottom and he began to feel like a human- being again. While Susan was washing his penis, she was delighted when it responded gracefully to her administrations and started to stand up hard. Mary returned from cleaning the cot and helped susan dry off their charge. They lay Peter on the changing table and dressed him in large padded nappy and plastic pants. With ample amounts of baby powder and cream Peter was smelling lovely and just like an infant. Finally they locked him away in his cot.