Miles's Counseling

Vicki managed to hook the black fishnet stockings with a garter belt, and for some reason this always made men crazy.

"Please Vicki" Denson moaned.

"Wank my wood."

Vicki slapped his face, hard, telling him not to talk nasty.

She was a church girl, after all. She got onto his lap and ground her panty covered crotch on his growing erection.

"Vicki's very happy that Denson was a good boy and cleaned the refrigerator out...

He really cleaned it well."

Vicki rubbed her boobs against Dens's chest and he began panting.

"I bet Densy would like to suck on Vicki's boobs...lick my nipples wouldn't you?"

Denson answered in the affirmative, and Vicki slapped his face again.

"I can't believe you'd want to corrupt your baby sister like that! You're disgusting. You behave like some kind of rapist, really."

Vicki looked inquiringly into Dens's startled eyes.

"Do you know what it's like to be raped?"

She guided him up and instructed him to bend over the couch.

Vicki took a long candle out of the candlestick in the dining room, and brought it back, and slowly pushed it up Denson's ass.

"Mommy told me that your ass has been reamed by many men.

Yes, so you can enjoy this experience, since there's plenty of room up there."

Denson blushed in acute shame.

But, it got worse, because after Vicki had the candle WAAY up Denson's rectum, she lit it.

This was a new experience for Denson.

He wanted to get up, but Vicki shoved his shoulder down, so his face was buried in the pillows on the sofa.

"You can just lie there for a while, and the wax can get all congealed in your butt hole as it melts" she said with finality.

"We're going to teach you not to be such a rape-focused older brother, right now!"

As Viper finished telling the story to Gretchen and myself, we were just amazed at how she'd grown into a female dominant.

After she'd finished high school, Judge Fenzel had offered to send her to college.

Vicki, now the Viper (for that was what her brothers and nearly every other man in town called her) realized her potential to be a domme, and she'd split for the big city.

"Gretchen," the Viper said as she twirled her long, curling red hair.

"You just have to make Miles appreciate you, darling.

He needs to understand that you are the Goddess!"

After Gretchen and I went home, I thought a lot about the Viper's story, and about her childhood.

I was fascinated by it, and it reminded me a lot of my own. For years I had a big masturbation habit, and it really bothered my mother.

Mother was a strident Episcopalian, and was very big on hygiene.

In college , it was a constant battle with me, to keep me from masturbating.

Mother had many peculiar rules...she made me weigh and chart my bowel movements, and she gave me frequent enemas.

Often she unthinkingly ruined dates for me by telling my prospective girlfriends when they came to pick me up (as I wasn't allowed to drive)

That I was not to have any foods that could give me gas or flare my allergies.

And then once, Mother had gotten very upset because I had a skid mark in my underwear, and she'd retaliated rather sharply.

"Miles, I am tired of your 'Hershey Squirts' as you call them. Take off your pants and underpants!"

"Mother, I'm getting ready for my date with Dimity tonight. I'm sorry about the skid marks but--"

Mother was a small woman, curvy, with raven hair, you'd think she wasn't very strong, but it was quite surprising.

She walked up to me and grabbed me by the ear, shaking my stained Fruit of the Looms in my face.

As I struggled, she unsnapped my jeans, and pulled them down, as well as my underwear, and she threw me across my bed, landing on my stomach.

"I can't believe I must do this...teaching a grown boy how to wipe his behind correctly. But I'll make you remember!"

Mother had a long razor strop that she kept on a nail in the kitchen. She swung it, and it landed on my bare left cheek.

WHACK! She swung again.

TWHACK!

"If there's one thing I despise it's a slovenly young man, who can't even keep his crack clean.

You'll learn, though."

I howled, and tried to leave the bed, but Mother continued to thrash me with the strop.

Finally, after I was screaming into my pillow, Mother turned me over.

With shock I saw she had a pair of old fashioned adult diapers--not the plastic kind, but the cloth.

Mother grabbed one of my legs, and lifted it up and shoved the large cloth diaper under me, and then poured baby oil all over my cock and balls.

She rubbed the oil into my cock and balls, and smiled grimly when I began getting an erection.

"Mother what-what are you doing?"

I was too startled to try to get off the bed.

"Why are you putting me in a diaper? I have a date tonight with Dimity Pennefather."

Dimity Pennefather was hot stuff.

And it was a miracle that she'd go out with Miles Unowicz, who was forced by his parents to wear a bow tie and suit to school every day.

Yes and who was president of the stamp club and the Math Society. I couldn't fuck this up.

The only time she could see me in moderately "cool" clothes was after school, when I hastily changed.

As my Christian parents allowed me to wear jeans and concert T-shirts then, though of course the concerts were Pat Boone, the Jonas Brothers and Amy Grant.

Mother rubbed my cock and balls some more, and then put baby powder on my genitals as well, and then she pinned up the diaper.

"Now you may put your pants on, but you won't be able to wear those tight dungarees on this date, you know."

And it was true, the only pants I could get on over the bulky cloth diaper ...

Were the overalls I had worn while working on my granddad's farm the summer before.

Everyone else got to go to the beach and live it up, and I'd had to go out to Iowa and hoe crabgrass off his potatoes.

When Dimity came to pick me up, she burst out laughing.

"What the fuck's this?" she said with glee.

Dimi was exuberant and fun, and had curly blonde hair and a rack that made many men drool.

She'd dated the quarter back of our school, and also the head drug dealer.

Dimi had also gone out with college guys...she was quite popular!

I put a finger to my lips. Mother hated profanity.

She abhorred anything that didn't happen back in 1910 for that matter.

When I'd asked for a Game-Boy for my birthday, or an X-Box for Christmas she'd give me a box of Chinese checkers, or backgammon.

Always with the caution that I not play for money.

Right before we left, Mother asked Dimity to wait.

"I just need Miles for a moment, dear."

She took me into the bedroom, and unsnapped my overalls.

"What's going on, Mother." I inquired distressedly.

"I've got to go, I'm hardly going to have any time with her anyway.

Since you always want me home around nine-thirty."

Mother took down my overalls, and pushed me back on the bed.

"I just want to check your nappy, dear.

Just to ensure that you're not going to have a stinky and upset your little girlie friend.

It's not good to be messy down there."

"Mother, I'm an adult, and I know how to go to the bathroom!

You're just upset about the skid marks. I've got to leave."

I tried to get up off the bed, and gently push my mother out of the way.

Mother took a metal school ruler from her apron pocket and WHACKED my penis and testicles hard.

I tried once again to push past Mother.

But she hit my genitals again four or five times, and I had to bite my hand to keep from screaming.

"You listen to ME, Miles Unowicz." Mother said through clenched teeth.

"I am not going to tolerate your tantrums.

If you can't keep your pants clean, I must keep you in a diaper.

I will clean your area regularly, the last thing I need is for you to be sick with a diaper rash."

Mother whacked me again, right on the cock, and I lay back, weeping silently.

Mother poured baby oil liberally all over my junk, running her long red nails up and around my cock...

Tickling my frenulum and even sticking a finger up my butt hole.

My penis began stiffening quickly, especially as I had a great view of Mother's extensive cleavage as she bend over.

Yes, rubbing and toying with my genitals with her oily hands.

For a strict Christian woman, Mother looked damned good.

"I can't believe this. You have a disgusting stiffie." Mother said in horror.

She took up the metal school ruler and WHACKED my disobedient penis again and again, and I burst into tears.

I was willing myself not to make noise as I didn't want to let my date Dimity, who was sitting in the living room, to know of the sick scene playing out back here.

"I hope you are not planning to use that nasty little tool of yours to defile that nice girl out there, Miles."

Mother said with a frown, as she rubbed my dick some more.

"I would be quite displeased...

Oh no, it's getting big again.

Well I know the solution to this."

Mother ordered me to put my hands behind my back and she got the razor strop, which she'd left in the bedroom earlier.

"Now I hope you'll be a little man about this, and not make a lot of crybaby sounds, you don't want that girl to know what a weakling you are, Miles."

Mother swung the razor strop down on my long, thick cock.

WHACK! I bit my lip until it bled, but uttered no sound.

She swung the belt again, and this time it grazed my balls, but although I almost lost consciousness, I didn't even moan, but the third time I am afraid I did scream.

And then Mother felt some remorse, and she tossed down the strap and took me into her arms, kissing my hair, and absentmindedly stroking my hard cock.

"Darling, you know your Mummie loves you, and I want you to have a nice time with your little friend.

But I'm terribly concerned that you will do something you might regret with her."

"Mum-Mother" I sobbed.

"We're just going to the roller rink.

We're not going to anywhere where anything bad could happen. I promise to-to--"

Mother laughed throatily as she kissed my ear.

"I'm going to pin up your diaper and snap up your overalls, and I want you to promise Mother you'll keep your diaper closed no matter what.

Especially with that nasty girl."

And she snapped me up, and I was ready for my date!

So Dimi and I finally got into her car.

"This is going to be hilarious.

You look so moronic in school with the bowtie and knickerbockers (Mother's uniform for me) and now you're in frickin' overalls!"

But not everyone took it as pleasantly.

When we got to the roller rink, Pup Listrani, a local bully and his friends came up and began looking me over.

Listrani hated me because I had finked on him as part of the Student Anti-Drug Society, and he could no longer sell pot in the second floor bathroom.

"Unowicz, you fuckin' queer.

What's wit' da get-up what is youse, John-Boy Walton?"

He poked me and his friends chuckled.

Dimi, who used to date Pup, patted my shoulder.

"Leave him alone, Pup, he's got a unique style, he--"

But apparently, Pup, annoyed at Dimi's intervention, pulled out a switchblade and lunged.

Yes and cut one of the straps on my overall, and it fell to my ankles.

There I was in my diaper!

The boys roared.

"What the fuck--

We was in a Walton's show and now it's a Pampers commercial" said Pup.

"I was gonna stab you, but you're way too pathetic.

Dimity, if this is what you want to go out with, I can't argue, baby. Live it up."

Dimi looked at me with some disgust.

"Are you like, incontinent, Miles? What's going on with that?"

Romero Caline, Pup's right hand man and gang Warlord, snorted.

"Fuckin' safety pins, can you believe that.

I could use that for one of my piercings!"

Before I could stop him, Romero took HIS knife and cut the safety pin out of my diaper, and the diaper fell down as well.

Now the entire teenage population of the roller rink was gaping at me. I was utterly humiliated.

But my dick was quite hard, mysteriously!

I tried to cover it, but Pup grabbed my by the shoulder.

"I'm takin' this little faggot into the lavatory, c'mon boys."

When we got into the bathroom, Pup pushed me down on my knees.

"You're pathetic.

I don't know how you kids on the rich side of town get away with bullshit like going out with hot chicks like Dimity Pennefather.

Oh but you're going to pay for it, now."

Pup unzipped his black jeans and pulled out his dick and peed in my face.

I closed my eyes and covered my face, and his gang laughed, and then I tried to get up, and he knocked me down again.

"Oh no, you're going to suck my dick, Unowicz, you queer."

The next twenty minutes were taken up with this odious chore.

What could I do? I was about five six and scrawny, and Pup Listrani was six two and packed with muscle.

When I finally left the bathroom, Dimity had disappeared but my overalls were lying in the middle of the rink, and everyone laughed as I ran naked to pick them up.

I jumped into them, and, holding them up, as the strap had been cut, I left the rink fast.

When I got home, Mother was furious with me for losing my diaper.

"What on earth did you do?" she demanded.

I couldn't tell her what had happened, it was just too upsetting.

"You lost your cloth diaper?

You've been running around half naked in the overalls (Someone had made off with my shirt at the rink) and you expect me to take this well?"