It started when I was 5. I got a new babysitter and my parents were
going on holiday for a week. I was downstairs when my mum called me and
told me. The babysitter's name was Vicky. She came in with what looked
like a diaper bag but as I was young I didn't pry. As soon as my mum
left she went in to the spare room and was in there for about 2 hours.
She came out and had a satisfied smile on her face. She told me from
now on whenever she babysat I was her baby. At 5, I thought it was a
game until she got the diapers out. She took all my clothes off and
gathered them up and put them in to my mum and dad's safe which she was
told to use. I didn't know the code, so I was helpless. She got me on
the floor and started to rub cream in to my bits and taped the diaper
up. She said to me that I must use my diapers or I will be punished.
This happened whenever my parents went on holiday and they never took
me with them. I was told not to tell my parents or she would punish me
even more.
The first few years were alright but then it got worse and more
horrible. It had turned out she had turned the guest room in to a
nursery where she made me sleep and pay. One morning when I was 10, I
got up extra early and tip-toed to the toilet. I sat down and let it
all flow. Suddenly, I heard stamping and Vicky came striding in and
dragged me off the toilet. She gave me a swirlie (putting my head down
the toilet and flushing it) and then gave me an enema. It felt
horrible. My diaper was full of poo. She smiled and told me to lie down
in my crib. She then got out ropes and handcuffs and secured me in to
my crib. She then said that how I would stay in that diaper for the
next two days for a start (my parents were away for 4 weeks). I could
barley move and then she told me how if I was bad I would be fed 4
laxatives rather than the 2 I would now get a day for being bad.
12 hours in, I felt terrible. My diaper was full and liable to
flooding. I was fed another laxative and it all came flowing out. Vicky
then decided to put me out of my misery and change me. Then she decided
my thanks was not good enough and gave me another enema and a laxative
and told me to lie back down. I was not falling for this again. I ran
and she grabbed me. Now I was in trouble and she dragged me back to the
nursery and told me to lie down. I did as I was told. Now, she said I
was in for it and would get a maximum punishment...
To be continued...