Hi Seed, My New Life

Queen always manages to astound me like this. Her confidence to march into the office of a stranger, with so much at stake, and not just tell the truth but to persuade her that it is everyone's interests to come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement. Queen really should be the head of United Nations. She would have those world leaders sorted out in no time at all!

It was with added relish for the chores ahead of me that I opened the door on my late return from the office that day. "Hello Queen, I am home. Where are you Queen?"

"I am in the lounge. Come and join me." Queen replied, her voice a bit shaky which was unusual.

"I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am for you sorting out that business..." I started saying as I walked into the lounge. But once there my words trailed off at the sight before me.

There was Queen, naked as the day she was born, on her knees on the sofa with Carl stood behind her, fucking her deep and hard, like she was nothing but a rag doll. Queen's face was all flushed and sweating, her hair was a mess and as she looked up at me I saw the look in her eyes that I will never forget. It was the look of sheer lust, total animal desire and need for the cock that was currently pounding in and out of her.

I had never seen Queen in this way, so powerless with a man, so insatiable to be fucked, so unkempt and brazen. How could this be the same woman that has taken such complete control over me? I felt like my whole understanding of the world was being shaken to the foundations.

In almost no time at all Queen reached the climax that her body needed so badly. The convulsions rippled through her body and shook every muscle. She roared her satisfaction, loud enough for the neighbours to hear I am sure, before slumping onto the sofa into an exhausted but utterly contented heap.

I stood there before them both, most open in astonishment, and my cock hardening rapidly at the sight and sounds that had just unfolded before me. My brain was swirling with thoughts and questions, with worries and desires. How could this be? Is this how Queen always had sex with Carl or was this new? Where did I fit into this relationship? Did I fit at all? Carl answered my question without being asked.

"I have saved my cum for you bitch, don't worry. Come here, its your turn." He said as he reached and pulled me toward him by my wrist. In one movement he pushed me onto the sofa, next to Queen, face first and had pulled down my suit trousers and pants.

"Lets make sure you smell of my cum tonight shall we?"

It was a rhetorical question though as he finished by spitting on my ass and rubbing it with his finger around and into my asshole. Before I knew what was going on he had pushed his cock deep inside me, almost splitting me in two. The pain was almost unbearable. His cock was so thick and his thrust into me so unforgiving and sudden I was sure I would find I needed stitches after he had finished with me. He proceeded to fuck my ass as savagely as he had pounded Queen's pussy just moments before. I was at this point either screaming or crying, I don't remember to be honest. All I could think was how my ass was on fire. I had played there before with Queen - she had pegged me, or had me wear a plug for a day, that kind of thing. But never had she penetrated like this. I bit into the sofa cushion to stifle my sounds. I was determined that Carl would not be the one to break to me. I had only ever given Queen this entitlement over me. But I cannot deny that I was aroused, that I loved being taken so roughly, so completely and utterly used, nothing but a hole to be fucked. And when I felt his cum shoot from his cock, deep inside me, I wanted every drop of his hot fluid. I wished at that moment that I could be impregnated, regardless of how futile my desire for nature's laws to be over-ruled.

Carl wasn't finished with me yet though. "Clean me up bitch" he barked my next instruction. A glance at Queen and her quiet nod confirmed that I must obey. I slowly rose from my heap on the sofa, slipping onto my knees on the floor, and turned to face Carl, or rather to face his cock which was looming ominously at eye level not more than an inch from me. I could smell his cock it was so close. I could feel its heat. I could feel its power. I watched it twitch and shake droplets of his cum onto my chest as I reached for it with my tongue. I couldn't deny it any longer - his cock was beautiful and I craved it. I couldn't resist and welcomed it inside my mouth, along with all the juices of my Queen. I was a true cuck now, a slave to my Queen and her lover's cock.

When I awoke the next morning Queen had a surprise for me, waiting in my underwear drawer: an adult pull-up nappy. The humiliation I had dreaded was here for real. But I knew Queen would countenance no hesitation so I quickly slipped into it. It felt warm and snug, and pleasantly constructing. I stroked myself gently, over my cock, balls and my ass to get used to the feeling of being nappied. My cock grew as I did this of course and I knew this was soon to become a new way of life and fetish for me. But the dread of going to work with his cum once more was too much for me to deal with after the feelings I had been left with as a result of Carl's fucking. I was aroused by the nappy but my head wasn't ready for this day.

I quickly finished getting dressed, provided Queen with her morning coffee, and quickly headed to the door hoping I might be avoid my fate while sleepiness still Hund over Queen and her lover.

But Queen wasn't about to let me get away with that.

"Where are you going puppet?"

"To work Queen" I replied sheepishly.

"But you aren't fully dressed yet are you?" Queen asked with a knowing smile.

"No Queen. Sorry Queen." Even more sheepish this time, I couldn't even look in her eyes as I spoke.

Queen strode towards me and lifted my chin to face her. "You don't look away from me ever, do you hear me?"

"Yes Queen. I am sorry Queen." I stammered but this time while staring straight into Queen's eyes.

Carl had appeared while this interaction was taking place and he stood at the end of the hallway, naked, with his cock hard and ready for making its deposit. But Queen had other plans for me first. She sat at the chair in hall and tapped her lap twice with her hand. I knew what this gesture meant. I acted quickly not wanting to anger Queen anymore than I had already, so dropped my trousers and nappy to my ankles and bent over Queen's lap for my punishment. This would take a while. Queen did not hurry or limit her punishment spankings. This wasn't a routine spanking where she may tell me the number to expect. This would only end when she knew I had learnt my lesson, when she could trust I would not dare make the same mistake again, and that my submission to her was total. It usually meant the spanking only ceased when my cheeks were red raw and my tears had become uncontrollable sobbing.

Queen picked up her leather paddle and began. Whilst she delivered her rapid blows (Queen knew rapid repetition and not severity of blow was the best way to break me) she explained that she understood the last few weeks had been difficult adjusting to her taking a lover, becoming used to worshipping his dick just as I had learnt to worship her feet over a year ago. She explained that submission wasn't about reaching a comfort zone, there should always be a creative tension, a new challenge to rise to. It would make our bonds ever tighter and build our relationship and trust. I believed every word and the last few weeks began to make sense, even as the pain in my bum cheeks grew and became unbearable. But I knew I deserved every single one, and as the tears and sobs began I felt no pity for myself, only total love and devotion for my Queen. She knew and understood me inside out and I owed her everything.

Eventually Queen released me and had me stand and pull up my nappy. I held it open as Carl approached me, cock in hand. He had been stroking while watching my punishment and was already close to cumming. Both Queen and he noticed my cock harden as I held my nappy away from my tummy so it could receive his deposit. I was a slut for his cum now, it was true. I audibly gasped as his hot cum dripped onto my cock and pooled around my balls. I thanked them both as I pulled up my trousers, straightened myself out, and walked out the door to work in my nappy for the first time.

Walking into the office, my first day in a nappy, was terrifying. It wasn't a loud, obvious rustle as I walked, but it could be heard, especially if the office was quiet. And the extra padding certainly showed. I thought in most circumstances I might get away with it, but given my colleagues were already suspicious of me for smell of stale cum whilst at work, I knew I had to be extra careful not to draw attention to myself.

"Aha it's Jay. Glad you could make it. You're late!" my boss called across the office as soon as I walked in. "My office, now please."

"Yes right away." I replied.

"Yes what?" my boss said, in her sternest of voices.

"Err yes I'm coming now." I stumbled not sure what transgression I had made this time.

"Yes Mrs Godwyn" was the even sterner response.

Fuck! How could I have forgotten. This day was not going well.

"Yes Mrs Godwyn." I replied, looking at the floor and studiously avoiding the bemused expressions of colleagues, almost running to Mrs Godwyn's office.

Mrs Godwyn waited by the doorway and instructed me to stand by her desk as I passed her.

"Ok everyone. I see I have all your attention anyway. I'll be brief so listen carefully. Jay has been disrespectful to myself and this workplace so he is now on a performance programme which includes demonstrating respect at all times to me and to his colleagues. He will be referring to you all by your surnames from no on. However, I don't want to hear any gossip or whispering about this. It is what it is. Ok you can all return to your work now."

Fuck! The whole office were now my superiors. Even those barely out of shorts interns and clerks. I was truly the lowest of the low.

I stood by Mrs Godwyn's desk, as close to a smart attention as I could muster while stood there in a cum-sodden nappy.

"So Jay. Not a good start this morning was it?" Mrs Godwyn asked, almost rhetorically.

"No ma'am. I am sorry I forgot to refer to you properly."

"I wasn't meaning that, but no that didn't help."

I must have looked confused because she continued.

"I meant your thorough spanking this morning."

Mrs Godwyn paused, consciously I'm sure to allow the implications of those words to sink in. Which they did.

"Just as I will be texting a report to Mel at the end of everyday, Mel will be texting me one at the start. We thought it best that we avoid any miscommunication like before and avoid any issues escalating. So you can thank me for not having you sit at my desk while your backside is still sore."

"Thank you Mrs Godwyn. I am grateful to you."

"Good. Now, show me your nappy please."

"Pardon. You want me to show you my nappy in the office, now?"

"Yes. Now. I want to check that it works and retains the odour of the cum you are wearing. Quickly please."

I knew resistance was futile so I unzipped my fly, dropped my trousers and lifted my shirt to show my nappy.

I am sure I saw a smirk momentarily on Mrs Godwyn's face as she circled me, viewing the nappy from all angles. She stopped circling and stood in front of me, a very straight face now.

"Ok show me the mess."

"Wha..." I started to protest but the look on her face deterred me from going any further. I was getting into this deeper and deeper and I realised there could never be any going back now.

"Yes ma'am" I replied, as my thumb hooked over the waistband of the nappy and pulled it outwards to reveal the mess inside. Mrs Godwyn leant forward so she could peer inside for a proper look. What she saw was a damp and sticky mess of cock, balls and matted pubes. But most of all she was confronted with the smell of warm stale cum. She quickly recoiled as the smell reached her nostrils.

"Eugh. Ok put that mess away please. Fuck, that's disgusting."

My humiliation was complete and my 'off to a bad start' day was only hurtling downhill from there.

"All this time I have been working with someone who had such depraved kinks and secrets. It just goes to show, doesn't it, that you can never really know people."

"Sorry Mrs Godwyn." I thought I owed her an apology but I wasn't sure exactly what for this time.

"Ok get to work. But I and the office will expect a coffee or tea brought to their desk every hour on the hour. Go and take everyone's order now please."

I dressed myself and headed out to what felt like the Serengeti, where I was the prey having to visit every predator's den in turn. The looks colleagues gave me as I stood at their desk, revered to them as Mr this, Miss that or Mrs something else, and enquired how they liked their coffee or tea, taking notes so I would get this wrong. Some were sneering, some were giggly, some contemptuous. But the worse ones were those that expressed pity. They were the looks that cut me deepest. They were the looks that hurt me the most, bringing me to the verge of tears.