Chapter Eighteen
The nice thing about diapering Jack was that, in addition to essentially holding him in chastity, not even affording a millimeter of standing room for an erection, it fit so nicely into the ruse that he’d been wetting the bed. Should he be discovered in bed with me, the slim possibility of one of the maids delivering something or endeavoring an early morning room cleaning, his naked but diapered form could easily be explained. And it would be obvious that no carnal activity had been undertaken.
And so I take him to bed, first hooding him, thick black latex, its tightness requiring effort to roll down in place and align the large opening for the mouth and nose.
Finished, I disrobe, joining him in nakedness.
“Lie down, Jack,” pushing him to the bed.
When I turn out th
