Date: Tue, 18 Mar 2003 13:13:20 -0800 (PST)
From: klp909@yahoo.com
Subject: Bound For Daddy

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                       Bound for Daddy
                    By  klp909@yahoo.com

     I have always thought I was a little "different."

     When  I  was in the 4th grade, I took a diaper from  my
church's  child-care room and tried it on in  the  bathroom.
Even  though  it  was  too small, I felt  comforted  by  the
plastic material.

     When  I  was  thirteen, I found  condoms  in  my  dad's
dresser drawer. In the privacy of my room, I rolled one down
a  broom handle and greased it with petroleum jelly I  found
in  our bathroom. The initial penetration hurt like hell but
my rectum was soon accustomed to the thickness. My discovery
of  stimulating my prostate was an experience I  will  never
forget.

      Around the same time, I found an empty plastic shampoo
bottle and unknowingly, made myself a homemade enema.  Lying
down  in the bathtub, I squeezed the full container of water
into my rectum. I soon felt the need to empty my bowels, but
the internal sensations were overwhelming.

     In  high school, I bought one of those combination  hot
water bottle/ enema bags at my local drug store. After a few
tries,  I  was able to take the entire bag and hold  it  for
awhile.

      My  life  really  changed after my  freshman  year  of
college.  I  dated  a few girls in college,  but  there  was
something missing. A guy also approached me in my dorm but I
don't  find  guy's my own age interesting. I  was  home  for
summer  break. Of all things, I was summoned for  jury  duty
downtown.  I was planning to take some classes  at  a  local
college  but besides that, I had enough free time and  could
use  the  little stipend from service. Both of  my  parent's
cars  were unavailable, so I took the bus downtown  and  was
dropped off a few blocks from the courthouse. The area I had
to  pass though was going through "gentrification,"  a  nice
euphemism  for tearing down the old to make room  for  "hip"
cafes, bars, lofts and nightclubs.

      It  was  about 9:00 in the morning. I was about  three
blocks  away from the courthouse when I walked past  a  shop
called "SIR Leather." A rainbow was flying prominently above
the  wooden  door. There were no windows. My  curiosity  was
piqued but the shop was closed and I was going to be late.

     At noon, I had an hour break for lunch. I was bored out
of  my  mind,  waiting to be called for jury selection.  The
break  from the ennui would be very welcomed. After grabbing
a  quick bite to eat in the cafeteria, I walked down to  the
store I saw earlier in the day. A simple "open" sign was the
sole means that I knew the place was still in business.

      As  I walked in, the smell of leather engulfed me. The
length  of the store was larger than I anticipated.  It  was
well  stocked  with everything imaginable for the  BDSM  and
fetish  lifestyle. I was in heaven. Thankfully, I  was  also
the  only  customer. A middle-aged man dressed in black  was
sitting behind a counter and smiled at me as I walked in.

      "Welcome to my store", he said. "Please let me know if
you need any assistance." I kept my head while I walked past
him and started to look around.

     As  I  walked around the store, I had no clue what most
of  the merchandise was used for. I must have had a look  of
total bewilderment because the owner soon approached me.

     "You  look like you need some help." He was smiling  at
me again while looking me up and down.

     "Is  it  that  obvious," I said nervously,  getting  my
first good look at the owner. He must have been in his  mid-
fifties. His hair was more salt than pepper, pulled back  in
a  ponytail. He didn't look like the typical player  in  the
S&M  world but who was I to know? He also wasn't much taller
than  my  five  feet ten inches. I'm about one  hundred  and
eighty  pounds.  I try to keep in shape by working  out  and
running. He must have liked what he saw because he  kept  on
starring at me. Was he hitting on me?

     "Let me explain and show you the general layout of  the
store and we can go from there."

     "Sure. o.k., " I said.

     I  followed him as he started to walk around the store.
The  first  section was leather clothing. He explained  that
all  of  it  was handmade. He showed me caps, vests,  chaps,
pants,  briefs and boots all made of leather. I looked  very
expensive - way too much for my student budget.

     We  then  moved over to an area that contained numerous
kinds  of whips, paddles, floggers and other items I had  no
clue  what  they were. Some looked like they  were  made  of
rubber. He picked-up a leather paddle and said, "This is one
of  my  favorites. After a prolonged use, it leaves quite  a
red   mark."   I   just  smiled,  my  face  reddening   with
embarrassment.  He  too noticed but moved  on  to  the  next
section.

     My  face must have turned even redder because he  said,
"I see you like these." On display were a multitude of enema
bags  and  nozzles. They all look more complicated than  the
simple  one I had bought a few years earlier. As he  started
to  explain  what  the various nozzles were,  I  could  feel
myself becoming quite hard. I squirmed, trying to conceal my
expanding penis, but I knew deep down that the owner knew  I
was excited.

     Next  to  the enemas were various dildo's and plugs  of
every  shape and size imaginable. There was even one  shaped
like  a  fist.  I had wanted a butt plug for some  time  but
never found the right place to buy one. I picked up a medium-
size  black rubber plug. I looked at the price tag.  It  was
more than I had on me. I put it back down.

     "I see you found something of interest."

     "I..I did. But I don't have enough on me right now."  I
told  him  that  I  was downtown for jury  duty,  home  from
college for the summer. I needed to find a job but needed to
get though jury duty first. He just nodded and smiled.

     We   moved  over  to  an  area  that  contained  rubber
clothing.  I  never  knew such clothes  existed.  I  was  in
heaven. When I saw rubber briefs, I almost passed out. How I
had  longed for what I saw in front of me. I picked  up  the
white briefs, my hands shaking with excitement.

     The  owner  looked at me. In a calm but firm voice,  he
said, "I'm starting to understand what your interests are. I
think you might find these interesting. From a nearby shelf,
he  picked-up  a package of adult sized disposable  diapers.
How did he know?

     I was starting to feel like I was dreaming. My state of
nirvana  was  interrupted when I thought about the  time.  I
looked at my watch - I was due back in five minutes.

     "I  need to get going. Thank you so much for showing me
your  fabulous store. I'll be back soon to look around  some
more and hopefully purchase a few things."

     The  older  man looked mad but understood. He  put  the
diapers back and walked with me towards the door. He  handed
me his card. His name was Richard.

     "I want you to have this."

     "David," I stammered.

     "David. I would love to see you again. Soon."

     With  that, I walked out of the store and ran  back  to
the  courthouse. My mind and heart were pounding away.  With
luck, I found the store of my dreams.

     After  three  days of trying to get on a trial,  I  was
released. The County thanked me for my time and service  and
I  was  done. I still didn't have any money but I needed  to
return  to  the  store. When I walked in Richard  was  again
sitting behind the counter. He seemed pleased to see me  and
stood up to great me. He was simply dressed in a black shirt
and jeans.

     "I  didn't  think  you would show up again  David.  I'm
quite pleased that you've returned."

     I smiled but didn't say anything.

     "How's jury duty going?"

     "Actually,  I was just released. I'm going to  go  home
and start looking for a job."

     "It's  funny  you should bring that up. I told  a  very
good friend of mine about you. He works out of his home here
in  the  City and needs an assistant. I know you two have  a
lot in common. Are you interested?"

     I  was about to say I wasn't interested. I didn't  want
to be a glorified gofer for the summer.

     But  before I opened my mouth, Richard said,  "He  also
wants you to have this." The older man held in his hand  the
black  plug that I wanted. This was getting very strange.  I
didn't know what to do. Should I run from the store or.?

     "He  wants to meet you. His name is Thomas. He  has  an
affinity and understanding of your needs."

     "I  don't really know," I said. "I.I've never been with
a  man and it seems to me that he is expecting something I'm
not  even sure about. Just because I'm interested in a  butt
plug doesn't mean that I'm into men."

     "That  is  true. It's up to you. Here's his number  and
his  "gift". You are in control of your own actions. If  you
want to turn your fantasies into reality, then give Thomas a
call. It's up to you."

     With that said, he went to the counter and put the plug
in  a  paper  bag. He handed me the bag and wished  me  good
luck, winking at me in the process.

     I walked out of the store in a daze. I didn't know what
to  do. However, every time I thought what was in the  paper
bag  I was carrying, my cock stirred. I couldn't wait to get
home and try it out for size.



     To be continued??? Please send your comments - positive
or  negative. Are there any guy's into bondage and  diapers?
If so, let me know!!  Klp909@yahoo.com