Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 13:07:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kristofer Cason <mrlogie2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Rain Day

	I already knew that I was in trouble. Not only had I missed my bus
to school; but unfortunately, my mom had already left the house for work,
and I had forgotten my key inside the house. I wasn't sure what I should
do, so I tried knocking on each of the neighbor's doors, but to no
avail. It seemed as if the entire neighborhood had left me all alone, and
just when I thought things couldn't get worse, the rain began to fall. I
was being soaked, and I had nowhere to go. As I stood underneath the awning
of my front porch, the storm clouds completely blocked out the sun and I
noticed a light on several houses down the street. I considered my options,
cold and wet I knew I couldn't stay out here all day. Suddenly, a bolt of
lightening struck so near that it sounded as if a gun had blasted my ears
off. Without thinking I began to run towards the lit house.

	I tried to remember who lived there, but I wasn't sure. My young
mind was incapable of prioritizing such information, and I rung the
doorbell waiting to see who would answer. As the door swung open, I saw a
dark curvy figure. I wiped the tears from my eyes and recognized
Ms. Taylor. She was a black woman in her early forties who ran a very small
daycare center out of her home during the day. She was quite voluptuous, as
most black women are, and every time I dealt with her she had a very
dominating attitude that I never quite understood and certainly never
questioned.

	"What are you doing out here in the rain?" she said quite sternly
as I shivered in from cold and fear. I attempted to speak but the recurring
thunder and my own anxiety only produced a mumble. "Come in here." I
quickly moved inside as she closed the door behind me. As I walked in she
grabbed my shoulder firmly and pulled me back over the rug at the
entrance. "I know your mamma taught you better than to track water in
someone's house." She placed me over a rug at the front of the door and let
me drip over it. "Now what's your name?"

	"Tim." I said as I fought the cold shivers within me.

	"Okay, Tim, why aren't you at school?" she pulled a towel from the
coat closet and dabbed at my face less than gently.

	"I missed my bus, and my mom already left for work." My arms were
wrapped tightly around myself trying to warm up. "I saw your light on and I
hoped I could call her." Eerily, as soon as I spoke those words, lightening
struck close again, and the lights in the building turned off
simultaneously. We both looked up and I heard her mutter some angry
inaudible words.

	"Well, it don't look like you're gonna be calling anyone." She
looked around, obviously wondering what she should do. "I guess you can
stay here for the time being, and you can call your mamma when the power
comes back on." She stood up, towering over me, and began to walk into the
next room. I knew that I was forbidden to drip water onto her carpet, so I
stayed over the rug.

	She came back into the room with an empty garbage bag and handed it
to me. "Go ahead and take off those wet clothes, you can't very well stand
there all day. And I don't wanna be responsible for you getting sick." As I
began to disrobe, cries began to erupt in another room after a rumble of
thunder. It was a baby, and Ms. Taylor wasted no time taking care of
it. While she was in the other room quieting the noisy child, I continued
disrobing. The clothes were heavy and sticky, and as I pulled them off more
water dripped onto the rug. I remember being so afraid of this woman that I
was very careful not to let any of the dripping water onto the wooden floor
of the foyer.

	As I removed my jeans, I carefully placed them in the bag along
with my shirt and jacket. I finally removed my wet socks and threw them in
the bag. I wasn't sure if I was okay now, so I simply stood there in my wet
tighty whities and waited for her to return. I looked around and I could
only see parts of the house from where I was standing. There was a set of
stairs that disappeared into the darkness to the second floor. A living
room that was adjoined to a small dining room, both lightly illuminated by
the windows. And I could barely see a kitchen around the corner. All the
rooms were moderately decorated. She was a woman of taste, but obviously
she had a low budget. There were no family pictures, only cheap paintings
and decorations sporadically placed throughout the rooms. It was an average
middle-class home, and by the hint of toys lying around here and there, it
was obvious she often had children here. I knew I was safe, but I wasn't
sure exactly what that kind of safe was.

	She came back into the hallway and without even looking at me she
scooped the bag up from the floor. I began to walk with her before she
quickly turned around. "Are those wet, too?" she said as she nonchalantly
grabbed my crotch and felt my underwear with her strong firm hands. This
seemed quite mundane to her, but the surprise left me speechless as her
hand completely encased my crotch. "C'mon, take those off, too." I looked
at her puzzled and scared, was I supposed to get naked? Did she know that
that's where I kept my penis? I wasn't sure but she held the bag open and I
knew I didn't want to upset this woman. So I slowly pulled them off and
exposed myself to this stranger. "Don't worry we'll find you something to
wear while these clothes dry." I was damp, but not dripping, and I
continued to follow her into the next room. She led me into another living
room, this one littered with little toys. I scanned the room trying to find
some that would interest me, but they all seemed to be for younger kids.

	I was ten years old and, as my mother would say, I was "beginning
to be very hard to please." I didn't quite understand what she meant at the
time. I sorted through the toys, forgetting that I was completely naked and
I couldn't find anything of interest. All overstuffed playthings and
enormous Lego's that even the most astute engineer couldn't use to build
anything worth playing with. A few remnants of a Lincoln log collection and
some preschool level coloring books and crayons were all that I found at
the bottom of the toy box. Even though it was obvious that I didn't have to
go to school, it was still going to be a boring day.

	Ms. Taylor returned to the room and I quickly remembered my
nudity. My pre-pubescent body was on display for all to see. Luckily, only
she was present to bare witness to my humility. "Well, we can't dry your
clothes until the power comes back on, so I'm gonna have to find you
something to wear." I was glad to find that she didn't expect me to run
around naked all day, I was already embarrassed enough having to knock on a
stranger's door. I tried to cover myself futilely as she stood there and
stared. I'm sure it was a humorous display, a ten-year-old boy uselessly
attempting to hide his little insignificant penis. She stood for a second
and thought to herself. "Come in here, I know what you can use."

	I followed her through a door into what seemed to be a
nursery. Several infants lay sleeping in their cribs and I dared not utter
a sound. I was so nervous around this woman, I feared her wrath so much
that I set aside my youthful zest in hopes that I would not upset her in
the least bit. She led me to a large padded table and patted it with her
hand. "Get up here, this is the only thing I can think of." She said as I
obediently climbed upon the table. She placed her hand on my bare chest and
pushed my back until I was lying down. Before I knew it she was lifting up
my ass and sliding something underneath me. I protested once I realized
what exactly it was.

	"I'm too old to wear diapers." I exclaimed forgetting where I was.

	"Shhhh, don't you dare think about waking up these children." She
looked around at the muddled complaints of the dormant infants. As they
subsided, she looked at me with fury in her eyes. She said it in only the
way a middle-aged black woman could, with power and reservation, assuring
me that there was no other option. "You will wear this and you will like
it." I had no intentions of making her angry, I knew that black women had
no patience, and after all, there was nothing I could do but follow her
orders. I relaxed onto the diaper and obediently lifted my legs in the
air. She sighed as she accepted my non-verbal apology and she continued
fastening the diaper. She found no problem fitting it around my slender
frame. She did it with such ease, that only an experienced maternal figure
could. As she finished, she grabbed my ankles with one hand and lifted them
up in the air, exposing my now diapered bottom. She inspected her work and
swiftly lowered my legs before helping me off of the table. "Now, go back
into the living room." She whispered as she straightened up the things she
had moved.

	As I walked back into the other room, my new cumbersome garment
crinkled with every step. I was glad not to be naked anymore, but I was
highly disappointed with my only option. I sat down on the couch in front
of the dark television. I looked out through the windows and the storm and
transformed into a moderate rain. The sun poked through the dark clouds
just enough to provide light across the land, but still the darkness
prevailed. I sat on the couch and looked down at myself, I felt so degraded
wearing the diaper and I deeply regretted being late for my bus. I hated
school, but anything was better than this. If the guys at school saw me
now, my life would be over. Otherwise I was quite comfortable. The heat in
the house had quickly subsided due to the power failure and the warmth of
the thick diaper definitely helped relax me. I pulled at the hem and
ironically wondered how I was supposed to get them off when I needed to use
the bathroom. Surely, I thought, she doesn't expect me to just go in
them. After all, it is a diaper, but I'm no baby. I was confused to say the
least. I wanted to ask her, but the condescension I saw in her eyes scared
me away; I simply resolved to just do what she said. Which is why I didn't
question her when she returned to the room and sternly told me to stand up
and bend over.

	Before I knew what was happening, she landed several firm slaps on
my now cushioned tushie. "As long as you are in my house you will do
whatever I say without question! Do you understand?" I was baffled at this
but I knew the correct answer.

	"Yes, ma'am." I said wide-eyed as I quickly rubbed my stinging ass.

	"I don't care how your mamma raised you, but I ain't gonna have no
smart-alecky little white boys runnin' around my house." Her voice sounded
angry but she also sounded assured that I would comply without question;
which I did. Her dark skin and dark eyes only complimented her strong will
and no-nonsense attitude. She allowed me to sit back down as she
continued. "Now am I gonna have any more back talk from you?" she said as
she pointed her finger in my face. Almost instantly as I was looking at her
finger inches away from my nose, I looked past it and noticed that as she
bent over, the front of her dress hung down and I had a clear view of her
enormous ebony breasts. She obviously wasn't wearing a bra, because I was
able to see everything. I wasn't quite sure why at the time, but the very
sight of her luscious melons and brown nipples electrified me. My face
exploded as my jaw dropped and my eyes widened; it took her no time at all
to realize why. This infuriated her, and before I could save myself and
apologize, she pulled down the straps and let her beautiful breasts fall
from the dress less than an arm's reach away from my astonished face.

	"Look!" she screamed as my eyes were fixed in disbelief. "Take a
good look, I want to make sure I have your full attention." I shook myself
from this gaze and returned my eyes to hers, as I knew I should. "Good, are
you listening now?" I nodded as she lifted each balloon back into her
dress. "I swear, your mamma musta never taught you any manners." She shook
her head and fixed her dress back how she liked it. "Just another rude
white boy is all you are." I was mortified, all I could do was nod my head
in agreement and hope for the best. "Now, are you going to listen to me
from now on?"

	"Yes, ma'am." was all I could manage to say.

	"Are you going to obey me and do what I tell you when I tell you to
do it?"

	"Yes, ma'am." I had completely surrendered.

	"Good, now once this power comes back on we can call your mamma,
and we'll figure out what to do, but until then, you're just gonna have to
keep quiet, and stay out of trouble. Understood?" her arms were crossed and
she appeared almost statuesque. I feared her.

	"Yes, ma'am." I said looking down at the floor. I couldn't manage
eye contact, and the last thing I wanted her to catch me looking at was any
part of her body. She put a finger under my chin and forced my head up to
meet hers. We were face to face, and she said in a low but strong whisper,
"Do not piss me off, okay?" I needed nothing more, I didn't care what it
took, I was going to do whatever she said, and I would even pretend to like
it. I only hoped that the day would go by quick, and soon I would be at
home, and away from this intimidating black woman.

	I was scared, but the shivers that were returning in my body were
due to the cold that was building within the house. I wrapped my arms
around myself and breathed a sigh of crisp chilly air. "Are you cold?" she
said noticing my shaking.

	"Yes, ma'am." I said as politely as I could.

	"Well let's go find you something to put on." She grabbed my little
hand with her strong black mitt and pulled me off of the couch. He rounded
the corner and proceeded up the stairs. As much as I tried to keep up, it
seemed as if she was dragging me the whole way. "You need to keep up, young
man." I wanted to tell her that I was trying to keep up, but somehow I knew
that she would never accept that excuse. So I resolved to try harder, but
just then we reached the top of the stairs and I slipped on the top step. I
didn't fall, but it was enough to make her stop and turn around. Before I
could plead my case, she had already thought of a punishment.

	"Well, if you don't wanna keep up, then I'm gonna have to put a
leash on you so you have no choice." She said this so straight-faced that
it only strengthened my confusion. Was she serious? She couldn't be, I
wanted to laugh, but I didn't want to upset her even more. She let go of my
hand and quickly moved down the stairs. Before I could even decide to
follow her, she had already returned at the bottom. "I don't know why you
want to be so difficult, but if you're gonna act like this then I'll have
to treat you this way." She had a red cord in her hand, and I didn't even
need to ask what it was for. She quickly unraveled the cord and produced a
small red collar. I was speechless, I instinctually began to move back as
she approached, but I was quickly against the wall. A rebellious urge
slowly crept up from within me.

	"You can't be serious!" I said trembling with fear and some sort of
excitement that I felt was just the kid in me. She looked at me as if I was
just being unreasonable, as if this was something that should be done for
my own good, and as if she was indifferent to my plight of independence. I
was a ten year-old boy, sure I wasn't a grown man yet, but I was at least a
human. She couldn't do this to me.

	"Do you want another spanking?" she said drawing back for just a
second, hesitating, but certainly not aborting. "Because I will give you
one like you've never had." She waited for me to submit, for whatever
reason. I hated spankings. I hated any kind of pain; I'd walk a mile out of
the way to avoid a beehive. And after all, she was an adult, and who was I
to defy an elder? I was in her house, and I knew I had no choice. I let
myself off of the wall and kneeled down on the floor as I tilted my head
toward her. I felt so humiliated, but what else could I do? "That's a good
boy." She said slipping the collar around my neck. For a second I wondered
what this must have looked like, but if this is what she wanted, I had to
comply.

	She adjusted the collar, and without even asking how it felt,
attached the hooks and let loose the slack from the cord. Somehow, I didn't
even think to prepare myself for the shock. I simply watched the cord
straighten, and I was even surprised when it jolted me from my kneeled
position. I quickly sprang back to my feet and caught up. She had to be
purposely walking faster than normal, because no matter how hard I tried I
could not keep up. She was literally dragging me along like one of those
wooden ducks on wheels that I used to play with when I was younger. It was
all I could do to keep up as she led me around this strange house. She was
searching through different drawers for something for me to wear. She would
hold up old stale clothes and see how they might fit. Most were too big and
the others were too small. Finally we came to the master bedroom and she
began searching through her own clothes.

	"Well, nothing will fit, so you're gonna have to wear one of my
nightgowns or something, I don't know." She routinely searched through her
clothes, digging to the bottom of the drawers. "Where is it?" she would
mumble after reaching the end of each compartment in her dresser. Finally
she reached a drawer of silky gowns that seemed to shimmer. The weak gray
light peeking through the windows reflected off of their smooth
fabric. "Oh, here it is!" she said excitedly. She produced a pink shimmery
gown from the bottom of the drawer. It wasn't quite silk and it wasn't
quite cotton. I knew it was some kind of synthetic and it had these frilly
edges on the sleeves. "This is the only thing I can think of to fit you."

	I was baffled, was she really going to add to my discomfort? She
had already turned me into a baby by diapering me. She had turned me into a
dog by leashing me. And now, worst of all, she planned one turning me into
a girl by making me wear some frilly pink nightgown? Again, I was rendered
speechless. She reached down and unhooked the leash and set the red cord on
top of the dresser. She took the nightgown into both of her now empty
hands. She furled it up into a single loop and held it over my head.

	"Now lift up your arms." She said with somewhat of a grin on her
face. In retrospect I imagine it was some pent up fantasy to dehumanize a
little white boy. I was the quintessential symbol of her ancestor's
oppressors and her own social repression. Maybe I exhibited some kind of
lost youthfulness and innocence that she was spared in her childhood
because of her families' financial disposition. I could probably think of
thousands of reasons why she was doing this to me, but ultimately, at the
time I was still a ten year-old boy and I had no idea of what a socially
accepted norm was. Nor did I know how to avoiding bucking one. I was a
child, and she was an adult, and I simply had to follow her
instructions. Furthermore, she had such an impregnable wall of superiority
around her that I dared not refuse her will. I had no choice. From that
moment on, I completely surrendered to her will. I had no idea of what to
expect for the rest of the day, I simply accepted my fate as her prisoner
and slave; and like a mindless drone, I did whatever she told me, without
question or protest. I lifted up my arms, and produced some kind of
zombie-like smile as I looked up at her.

	"Good boy." She said again with a smile. I was now truly her pet
and puppet. She released the fabric and it effortlessly distributed itself
around my slender little body. As it glided around my skin and down to my
knees, shivers ran up my spine again. However, this time it wasn't from the
cold. It was from the warmth and ecstasy I felt as the gown enraptured my
naked body. I couldn't believe that such a feeling could have been produced
from a simply gown. This is what it felt like to wear these? I was in some
sort of glazed trance as I brought my hands back down to my chest and felt
the smooth fabric with my fingers and palms. I used every single fiber of
my being to feel the gown against my skin. I returned my eyes to
Ms. Taylor; and as I beamed up at her, she returned the smile. She could
easily see the excitement and joy in my eyes as my soul exploded in
happiness. It was better than any warm blanket or pillow I have ever held,
and the only other thing that could bring such elation to my heart was the
hug that followed. She kneeled down and wrapped her arms around me. Her
body felt like Jell-O, I almost sank into her breasts as we both smiled
from ear to ear in our embrace.

	"You see, we can have fun together if you just behave." She let go
and placed her warm hand on my cheek as her other hand perfectly rubbed the
fabric up and down my back. She stood back up and rubbed the top of my
head. She straightened the gowns back in the drawer and closed it back. She
reached on top of the drawer and retrieved the red leash. She grabbed the
end it pulled it as the rest of the cord dropped to the floor. As if I were
some kind of programmed robot, I thoughtlessly grabbed the cord with my own
hand attached it back to the collar. She looked surprised but only smiled
and began walking out of the room. This time I followed her before the cord
caught it's slack. As I followed her out of the room my haze was disrupted
by my own reflection in the mirror as I passed. I stopped in my tracks and
she quickly turned around as the leash caught.

	"Why are you stopping, I thought we..." she stopped in mid sentence
as she noticed why I had froze. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I was
stunned to see my own image. The short scruffy brown hair I was used to, as
well as the thin lanky four and a half foot build and fair skin. But, the
bare-foot little boy being dragged by a leash as his diaper barely peaked
through his pink frilly nightgown was just shocking. She obviously saw the
gaze I was in as she quickly grabbed my chin and broke the stare.

	"What's wrong?" she said knowingly. She knew what the problem was,
but she was about to talk me out of it somehow. I struggled to put my
thoughts into words without upsetting her.

	"What if someone sees?" I said in some dopey confession.

	"There's nothing wrong with this, you have to wear something or
you'll freeze." She seemed to mix her caring tone with some kind of
assertiveness. It was all just reassuring some how. "Would it make you feel
better if I wore mine, too?" I wasn't really sure why, but it seemed to be
a good idea. If we were both wearing them, it wasn't as big a deal, right?
It sounded like enough for me, so I simply nodded my head in
agreement. Without question, she dropped the leash and returned to the
dresser. She lifted each strap of her dress over her shoulders and allowed
the dress to drop to the floor. I was amazed at the image of her curvaceous
body. All she wore now was a green thong that seemed to disappear between
her large buttocks. Each dark cheek folded over her thick thighs and
jiggled with every step she took. I was only treated to this image for a
brief second before she lifted another gown from the drawer and fluidly
donned the purple silky gown. The thin dark gown beautifully displayed her
hourglass figure. Every single curve of her ample body was accented and
mystified by the semi-translucence of the sensual garment. Her heavy
breasts, which I was so happily treated to viewing before, were not
indefinite shapely orbs under her gown, constantly reminding me of their
presence. It was even worse when seconds later her hard nipples began to
form under the fabric. I couldn't help but stare.

	I felt the diaper tightening around my crotch; this was a feeling
to which I was only recently becoming accustomed. I watched her retrieve
her rumpled dress from the floor. Every move she made was a sensual treat
for my eyes. Her breasts swung back and forth as she hastily folded the
dress and laid it on the bed. Her ass moved almost as much as she moved
around the bed. She returned to me and without a second thought grabbed the
leash from the floor.

	"Come on," was all she said as I obediently followed behind
her. She didn't mention any more about the nightgown; she obviously didn't
see any exceptional quality to the situation, and she carried about her
business accordingly. She brought me back down to the living room and led
me to the couch. "Sit down." She said as if speaking to a dog. It was
confusing and assuring at the same time. It was as if I she left no room
for questioning or wonder. I sat on the couch as she told me and contently
placed my hands in my lap as I properly sat straight up. "Now I'm gonna go
take care of the others, stay here and be quiet." She released the cord and
let it drop against the sofa, leaving reason to believe that she would
return for it as soon as she was finished with the 'others.' She began to
walk into the nursery before she stopped and added, "I don't think I need
to tell you what will happen if you are loud, do I?" she didn't and I
quietly nodded in submission.

	As she left, I wondered how long she would be gone. It was an odd
filling of longing; she had already left such an immense impression on
me. As the rain continued to fall outside, thunder rumbled far off in the
distance, signaling the storm's imminent passage. After several minutes of
waiting in the quite room, my eyes and head began to weigh heavily. As I
relaxed into the cushion, and I lowered my self inch by inch until I
slipped into blackness.

	As I slowly crept out of my dreams and into consciousness, the
first thing I felt was a warm wetness. That feeling, however, was quickly
overshadowed by the warmth and delight of the gown I quickly remembered
that I was wearing. The soft feel of it gave me goose bumps as it rubbed
against my naked skin. But then I remembered I wasn't completely
naked. Somehow, I had almost completely forgotten about the diaper I had to
wear. This instantly brought me back to the warm wetness I was feeling.

	I couldn't believe what I had done. It must have been some kind of
prank; she must have poured water on my while I was sleeping. Although if
that were the case, I'm sure I would have woken up, and as I felt the
diaper, I soon realized that the outside was dry. I sat up and opened my
eyes to the brightness of the sun poking through the windows, the storm had
finally passed, however, the power had yet to return to the house. I looked
down between my legs and I was happy to find that I had not leaked anything
onto the couch or the nightgown. Only that could have made my predicament
worse. How had this happened, had my emotional degradation somehow caused
me to subconsciously revert back to an infantile sate of mind, or maybe it
was just due to the fact that I was wearing a diaper, so my penis just
thought it should use it. Regardless of the reason, I knew that there was
only one thing I could do now.

	I stood up from the couch and began tiptoeing around the house to
find Ms. Taylor. I rounded a corner and I found sitting in a large chair
with her legs crossed reading some magazine. She looked up as she noticed
me and met my eyes without any expression or words. I stammered through the
sentence with a light and shaky whisper.

	"Ms. Taylor, I had an accident while I was sleeping." As soon as I
said this her emotionless face quickly turned to a sear. And I knew
immediately that I was in trouble.

	"Did you get any on the couch?" I shook my head quickly hoping that
it would come as relief to her anger. "Lift up your gown and let me see."
She said as she put her magazine aside and stood to inspect me. I lifted
the hem of the gown to my chest and showed her that there was no
leaking. She grabbed my thighs and pushed them aside as she checked the
diaper. Fortunately, everything was absorbed into the material inside and
there was no cause for concern. She grabbed the cord that had been dragging
behind me and without another word she led me into the nursery. She brought
me to the changing table and, just as before, she patted the table and
began preparing for the procedure. I lifted my self upon the table and lay
down. She lifted the gown up over my head, covering my face as if I weren't
even there. She unfastened the sides of the diaper and told me to lift my
legs in the air. As I did so, the diaper opened exposing my soiled
crotch. The cold air tickled my hole and I smiled underneath the fabric of
the gown over my face. Without any effort to be gentle, she routinely
pulled the wet diaper out from underneath me and began roughly dabbing at
my preteen genitals. Once I was cleaned all over, she doused my crotch with
baby powder, which gave me an indescribable feeling of elation all over my
body. She then retrieved another diaper and quickly wrapped it around my
ass and legs. Once she finished fastening the new diaper, she pulled the
gown back over my body and told me to get down off of the table. I was
embarrassed at what I had done, but her indifference seemed to dissolve my
humiliation.

	As I got down from the table she playfully swatted my behind and
led me from the room. We returned to the living room and she sat down on
the couch beside me. She put her arm around me and gently rubbed my
back. The silky fabric of the gown felt so delightful between her soothing
strokes and my bare skin. She spoke as she could easily see my
mortification.

	"Now what's wrong?" some kind of sympathy escaped her body from her
usual assertiveness. "It's okay, that's what the diaper is for, okay?" I
nodded my head in acceptance as I stared at the floor. She kissed the top
of my head and said, "as long as you're wearing it I want you to do that
again if you need to go. You can't put it back on once you take it off, so
just go in it and I will change you. Now I don't want you to worry about
this anymore." She made me feel so much better. I was a little put off by
the order, but I wanted to do whatever she told me, so I didn't give it any
more thought.

	Just then, the lights in the house simultaneously illuminated and
the television flipped on by itself to reveal a random soap opera already
in progress. We both smiled at the return of the power, and she stood to
mute the television. She turned around, and without another word, she
grabbed my leash and quickly jerked me up from the couch. She led me
through the kitchen and into what I quickly realized was the laundry
room. I stood to the side as she retrieved the bag of wet clothes and
emptied them into the dryer. As she was doing this I noticed a peculiar
aroma coming from the full hamper that was right beside me. I leaned over
and the pungent smell was still faint but growing stronger. It was a strong
musky odor, yet it was very enticing and I wanted very much to figure out
what it was. On top of the dirty clothes, there lay a pair of plain white
cotton panties, loosely rumpled at the top of the hamper. Unfazed by the
acceptability of literally looking through her dirty laundry, I picked up
the panties and confirmed that they were the source of the scent. She
looked up and noticed me smelling her dirty panties.

	"What are you doing?" she said obviously bewildered by my action.

	"They smell funny, I was wondering what it was." I said innocently
and honestly.

	"Well that's just my natural smell. All women have it."

	"I've never smelled it before." I was truly intrigued, if all women
had it, how come I had never noticed it before, or even ever heard of it?

	"Well that's because you can't always smell it."

	"Well, where does it come from?" I was very curious about the whole
thing. It was such a provocative scent, unlike any I had ever smelled
before. As she closed the dryer and turned it on, she walked up to me and
noticed the bemusement in my eyes. She stepped right up to me, her gorgeous
breasts looming over me, she put her hands on my shoulders and guided me to
my knees. She lifted her own nightgown up and over my head. I wasn't sure
what was going to happen next; I simply waited and trusted her. As the gown
fell and encased me I was in awe at her body. She was so thick and
voluptuous, and her dark curves seemed to sing some kind of seductive
song. I looked down and right in front of my face was the green panties I
had seen on her before. I immediately picked up the strange unfamiliar
scent again. It pulled me closer and closer to her warm black body and I
planted my face into the front of the green throng. The scent was stronger
than ever, and as I inhaled it deeply it filled my nostrils, I remember
wishing that my lungs were only bigger so I could get a deeper breath of
the amazing odor. "That smells really good," I said slowly drifting through
some euphoric cloud. "Where does it come from." I added.

	"It comes from my vagina." She said nonchalantly. "Pull my panties
down." I did as she said and grabbed the waist of the green thong, I
struggled to pull them down around her thick thighs but then they quickly
dropped to the floor around her ankles. As I looked back up, I was treated
to a curly black bush in my face, which seemed to magnify the aroma. I
pressed my face deep inside as I bathed in the sweet tang that her crotch
was emitting. It was incredible; I had never before felt such warmth and
contentedness. She allowed me to stay there and bathe in her female essence
while she folded some other clothes above me. My arms were wrapped around
her waist, holding on to her juicy ebony ass, and my face was resting
against her warm moist hair patch. It was very thick, and light barely
penetrated underneath her gown, so I wasn't able to make out what was
behind that thick curly hair. I had never seen a girl naked, and I didn't
yet know what a vagina looked like, but the smell and the warm sultry air
against my face was all I needed to understand that this was something very
special.

	After some time, she finally finished folding the clothes above me,
and she began petting my head beneath her gown. She lifted it up and I
wanted to stay right there in the spot so bad.

	"Okay," she said, "let's go." She waited for me to stand but I was
in such a state of euphoria that I stayed enriched in her crotch,
continuing to breath deeply in the sweet aromatic perfume of her womb. She
grabbed my leash and gave it a firm tug, jerking me to my feet. She pushed
me to the side and bent over to retrieve her green panties that had
remained around her ankles. As she bent over, her large round ass moved
very close to my face. I couldn't help but stare as her cheeks parted and
as her hole peeked out, surrounded by some more curly black hair, I was
treated to a nose full of her smell once more, with just a little more of
another pungent smell from her hole. The aromas of her dark crevices
entranced me, and I felt as if I was in some sort of daze. I stood there as
she walked off with the leash. I was quickly brought to reality as she
jerked me out of the laundry room and led me back to the kitchen.

	The rest of the afternoon was spent caring for the infants in the
nursery. She would make me do all of the little nasty chores that she
didn't want to do. I had to take off any dirty diapers that the little ones
produced. I had to feed them and clean them. Only after they were taken
care of did she allow me to have my lunch. I was prepared for a sandwich or
something like that, and I eagerly told her what kind of sandwich I wanted.

	"Ham and cheese, please!" I said with the cutest smile I could
muster. I never would have imagined how much of a mistake this was. I
should have known that I was never in the position to give her any kind of
order, no matter what my intentions were, she gave me the orders. I had
completely forgotten my place, and I would pay for it dearly. As soon as
she heard my words, she turned around and gave me a very intimidating look.

	"Do I look like a waiter?" she was very angry with me now. "Do you
think you can just give me your orders?" I tried shaking my head but it was
no use, my punishment was already being devised. "You're gonna eat what I
give you." She jerked my leash without any warning and brought me very
close to her. She grabbed my arm tightly and sat me down in one of the baby
chairs at the table. She closed the tray in front of me and told me not to
say another word. She opened the refrigerator and searched inside.

	"I hope you like fruit." She said from inside the fridge. I was
relieved. Fruit is fine; I can do fruit I thought. She returned to me and
sat in the chair to my right. On the tray in front of me she placed several
small jars. It took me a second to notice the label. The first and largest
word on the label sprang out and I was so embarrassed to see what it
was. 'Gerber' was all I needed to see and I knew what was about to
happen. However, I was so afraid to worsen the situation that I dared not
speak another word. She unscrewed the first jar and inside was some sort of
orange paste. She scooped some of the baby food from the jar into a little
rubber spoon and quickly shoved it into my mouth. I was so surprised that
the first spoonful almost caused me to gag. But I quickly caught myself and
swallowed the food. The sweet taste of the peaches were somewhat of a
relief, I thought to myself of how much worse this punishment could be, and
I decided to just shrug it off and enjoy my lunch. It really wasn't that
bad. She quickly spoon-fed me the rest without saying a word.

	After my lunch, she sat me in the living room and called my mother
at work. I listened carefully to her words; I was very worried to know what
exactly she would tell my mother about the day's events. Once she was
finished, she returned to the room and told me that my mother would be home
in an hour, and she would be able to let me in. I looked at her, very
concerned.

	"Now I wont tell your mamma about how you misbehaved today, as long
as you don't tell her. I'm sure she would be almost as upset as I was to
know how disrespectful you've been." She said without even looking at me. I
was relieved but also embarrassed to know that I had disappointed
Ms. Taylor. She grabbed me by my leash and pulled me off of the couch. She
led me back upstairs to her bedroom where she ordered me to take off the
gown. I lifted it off, marveling at the feeling against my skin as I slid
the soft garment off of my body. She snatched it from my hands and folded
it before putting it back in the drawer; she also took hers off and
replaced it in the dresser. We both stood there half naked. Her in her
little green thong and me in my white cottony diaper and red collar with
leash. She picked up the leash and brought me into the bathroom near her
bed. She reached down and took off the diaper. She tore it from my waist
with indifference exposing my penis again. The heat had returned to the
house and I was no longer cold. She threw the diaper into the trash and
turned around.

	"Now go use the potty before we put your clothes back on." She
pointed to the toilet and stood there waiting. I was nervous but I had
grown accustomed to doing what she told me to do. I approached the toilet
and stood in front of it trying to overcome my stage fright. She stopped me
before I could go. "Oh no, I wont let you get pee allover my clean toilet,
you sit down and go." I turned around and sat on the toilet seat, I
released my piss into the bowl and watched her watching me as it all
drained out of me. Once I finished, she handed me a piece of toilet paper
and told me to clean myself. I wasn't sure what she meant so she quickly
pulled me up and bent me over. She dabbed at my exposed hole and penis and
quickly pushed me aside as she threw the paper in the toilet and flushed it
down. After that she pulled her panties down and lowered herself on the
seat. I heard her release her own fluids into the bowl. It was long and
deliberate, and as I stood there waiting, l couldn't help but noticing her
huge ebony breasts hanging down. As I stared at her naked black body, I
once again felt myself growing between my legs. She must have noticed this
because she began to laugh as she wiped herself clean. She stood up and
flushed the toilet before pulling up her panties. She led me out of the
bathroom and back by the bed where she retrieved the dress she was wearing
earlier. She put it on and adjusted it into a comfortable position, moving
her breasts to fit into place just right. She grabbed my little four-inch
penis and pulled me close to her. She smiled as she did so and unhooked the
red collar from around my neck. She rubbed my neck softly and with her
other hand she softly stroked my hard penis, I shivered at the feeling she
gave me just before she stood up and swatted my naked behind and led me
down the stairs, this time without the leash.

	I was a mix of emotions as she handed me my warm clothes from the
dryer and ordered me to get dressed. On the one hand I was returning back
to normal, but I was kind of starting to feel good with her. Part of me was
happy to be putting on my clothes, and another part of me was scared to go
back out into the unsafe world, where I would have to start making my own
decisions again. But then again, I was still a little kid, regardless, it
was still going to be different, and I was beginning to feel very
comfortable with her. Once I had finished dressing, there was a knock at
the front door. We both knew that it was my mother, right on
time. Ms. Taylor adjusted my clothes and made sure I was ready to go.

	"Now you're mother said that you were getting out of school for
summer soon, and she asked me if I would look after you during the days and
help you get through your little discipline problem." I smiled from ear to
ear, and even though I was happy to know that I could spend more time with
her soon, I was also kind of scared to find out what would happen to me if
I misbehaved. She stood up and lifted her dress to show her green thong
once more. She grabbed it and pulled it down to expose her black bush, I
remembered the sweet scent from before and my heart skipped a beat. She
took off the thong and held to right up to my face. I felt light headed as
the aroma pierced my nostrils once again. Then she quickly took the thong
and stuffed it inside my book bag. I was so excited to see this that I
jumped up and gave her a big hug around her neck.

	"Now don't let anyone see these, and you better bring them back
when you see me again. Do you understand?" It was so relieving to hear her
stern voice again as was embraced. She led me to the front door and bent
down to give me a kiss on my forehead. I smiled at her, as she opened the
door, the sun almost blinded me, and I stepped outside and returned to my
boring reality, until next time.

I hope you enjoyed this; it is my first attempt at this kind of
thing. Please email or instant message me any comments or questions. I
really want to know what everyone thinks about this because I'd love to
write a sequel about the summer time adventures.  Mrlogie2002@yahoo.com.
Thanks for reading!