We all have stories of how we met our significant others. But while most of those stories of typical rom-com material, my story is quite different. I had just moved to the city for my new job at a guitar company, was getting along well with my colleagues, and was looking forward to the future. For once I found my calling: getting musical instruments into the hands of those who needed them. But while I was doing what I loved and earning a decent living for it, one thing was still missing from my life: true love. I had dated since high school but every girlfriend of mine had broken up with me for one reason or another. I thought I would never find the right girl to eventually marry and maybe start a family.
Just as I resigned myself to being a bachelor for life, however, fate stepped in under the most unlikely of circumstances. It was a rainy Thursday night in November. I was relaxing in the living room of my colleague Scott's guest house just outside the city; I was staying there until my own place was flipped by the way. My colleague was out with his fiancee, Sheryl, and some friends for dinner, to celebrate one friend's birthday. I told them all I had a bit of a backache, from moving guitar amplifiers all week at work, and would just stay in that night. "Have a drink for me though, Scott," I told him. Scott said he would and he & Sheryl literally left me to my own devices: the TV, an acoustic guitar and my laptop for music.
About an hour, maybe 75 minutes, after Scott and Sheryl left, I was listening to Guns N' Roses' "November Rain" - fitting for the weather - when there was a pounding on the front door of the guest house. I thought it was the police; "What have I done?" I wondered as I made my way across the living room. When I looked through the window of the door, however, I saw a girl about the same age as me - early to mid-20s - shouting for help. I opened the door and saw her in full. She was wearing a university sweatshirt about three or four sizes too big for her with apparently no pants and one sock on her left foot. She was carrying a large shoulder bag and was soaking wet from the rain.
"Can I come in please?" she frantically asked, "I need somewhere to hide fast!" I said she could and she stepped into the doorway. "Okay, you might think I'm crazy, but I can explain," she started. "My name's Nicolette, but everyone calls me Nikki and you can too. I'm an escort and I was called for a group sex night at a house about 10 miles from here. I had three of the four guys bang me and things were going okay."
"Well, then what happened?" I asked.
"Well, when guy number four slipped it in me," Nikki said, apparently getting choked up, "I felt like I had to go pee. I asked him: 'Let me pee please,' but he kept telling me to wait: 'You can hold it!' he said at one point.
"But I couldn't," Nikki said as tears began to well up in her eyes. "As he was railing me, I lost control and peed all over him and the bed. Needless to say, he wasn't a happy camper.
"'You filthy little slut!'" he yelled at me. All the other guys heard this and began making fun of me."
"'Oops, someone had an accident!' one of them said. 'Looks like you need a diaper.' He then left and returned with a package of Depends adult diapers." Nikki then lifted the sweatshirt to show me she was wearing a diaper. "He put this one on me," she explained, "but first, the guy I peed on said I needed to be 'punished' for what I did." Through tearful gasps for breath, she then explained to me what the guys did to her naked being. "They first whipped me all over with their belts, from my back and butt to my pussy and legs; it still hurts down there."
"Then they carried me outside, had me sit down in the rear driveway, and dragged my bare butt on the asphalt; I'm sure it's bleeding. After that, they put the diaper on me, took the money & clothes from my bag here, and told me to find my own way home. I looked around in the trash for something to wear; I found this shirt & sock. I then ran from the house until I found your house and here I am now."
"If your butt's bleeding," I told Nikki, "you should have it checked out. You could get an infection."
"I know, is there a doctor's office open at this hour?" she asked me. I didn't know if there was an open doctor's office; I was still getting familiar with the city myself. After I said I wasn't sure, Nikki had her own idea. "Can I clean up in your bathtub?" she asked.
"Sure, the bathroom is this way," I said, leading Nikki to the bathroom. We stepped into the bathroom where I saw more red marks on her knees. I told her to take off the wet shirt before she could catch a shill. She did and that's when I saw all the red marks on her body from the belt-whipping. "How bad do those hurt?" I asked after I got back from putting the shirt in the dryer.
"Pretty bad, do you have anything to put on them?" she replied softly.
"I think so, we'll put it on after you wash up," I told her. Nikki was happy about that, but when it came time for her to take the diaper off for her bath, she was nervous.
"I don't know, you're not gonna hurt me?" she nervously asked.
"Of course not, I'm not like that," I replied.
"Not even if I pee on you as you wash me?" she then asked.
"No, peeing is a perfectly natural bodily function. I won't get mad at you for something your body does naturally."
Nikki's eyes teared up and she threw herself on me, wrapping her arms around me, kissing my cheek and saying: "Thank you so much," in my ear. "This past hour had made me wary of other guys. But now I know I can trust you." She then took off the diaper and climbed into the bathtub. I saw how her butt looked as she stepped in and expressed my concerns. Nikki walked in front of the bathroom mirror and turned around. "Wow," she said, "not as much blood as I thought. It still hurts though." I said I had some rubbing alcohol I can put on it, to which she said: "Please, just to be safe." I got the alcohol out of the medicine cabinet, Nikki stepped back into the tub and turned the water on.
Once the water was to temperature, I asked Nikki if she was ready for me to put the alcohol on her reddened butt. "Hit me!" she said empathically. I put some alcohol onto a hand towel and gently began blotting it on the marks all over her poor butt. She moaned softly and I thought she was in pain.
"Sorry, am I hurting you?" I nervously asked.
