After receiving a cloned body I immigrated 127 Light Years from Earth to Free Skyes. Unfortunately I had to work and pay for that cloned body and I had very few skills a high tech society could use. So it was either I become an Unskilled Labourer or a Sex Slave. I guess Human Recourses had me figured out correctly. All those years in BDSM chat-rooms and websites were tracked alright, but not by Homeland Security. I was a 24/7 Bonded Sex Slave with a 5 million credit debt to pay off. Worse still I didn't have any say on how or what I would be doing, I wasn't a citizen. After taking a Citizenship Test all that changed.
I was really regretting posting that I was interested in diapers, talking about it, and surfing the diaper websites. When Master Charles and Mistress Dianna left for work I was suddenly trapped and alone in their empty condo. I had four and a half hours of
study time
, or at least that's what my computer's calendar told me. After checking for incoming messages I had one from Uncle Paul, it was a video file, so I played it.
"Hello Al," he smiled at me, "well today is the first day of your
not
working for me. So now you have to ask yourself, how can you help me? I want people who can think, I don't need yes-men. We have no room for them. So today's assignment, is I want you to do a comparative study of the other channels that people watch. I know you can only speak Coalition Common, but that's a good start. See what the other people are doing okay?" I went to turn off the video. "If you don't say yes Uncle Paul real fast Mandy will give you six with the cane."
"Yes Uncle Paul," I shouted at the computer.
"Good boy," he chuckled, "but not so loud. Mandy will take you over her knee and give you one for every decibel of your shouting. That is all."
"Ah shit," I cursed. The door to my room opened and Mandy stood there wearing a maid's uniform. It was not a sexy maid uniform, more like a Victorian full length dress.
"Come here naughty boy," she ordered sternly. I followed her into the empty dining room where a single chair was in the middle of the floor, curtains pulled wide, a news camera robot hovered outside. Undoubtedly Uncle Paul, Master Charles, and maybe Dianna were watching. I might be getting a spanking now, but later Master Charles will also have words with me too. "You yelled at sixty-three decibels," it told me. My diaper was pulled down, I was pulled across her lap, butt-plug taken out and I was given a spanking.
I took the punishment silently, I've had worse. Once done Mandy took me into the bathroom and gave me a cleansing enema. It then put some lube in me and the same butt-plug that was in me earlier. It actually felt a little more comfortable and the diaper was put back on.
The same hard chair was placed in front of the entertainment centre with a pad and pen. I sat down and took stock of the situation. A remote control for the TV and the owner's manual was on the coffee table. I quickly read it over and started multi-viewing what was on TV. Mandy brought me some milk and cookies and I made notes. I found that the system had recording capabilities and it was all making sense to me.
It was not much different than local TV back on Earth. Local television stations don't have the budget to compete with national or specialty stations. Action Network, had only a few real stars, and some shows that were down-right bad. And that is only in the two hours of actual watching I was doing.
"Mandy," I politely asked, "can I give Master Charles a phone call, it is local."
"You can ask me," it told me.
"Okay can I make some local phone calls," I asked it.
"No," it replied, "you will have to ask Master Charles when he gets home." It then reminded me that whoever was being sent to take me to the Language Clinic should have to change my diapers. I had to stand there and wet myself, or else.
Or else, that's all I got. Well, I tested else once, and that hurt like hell. So as embarrassing as it is, I had to stand there and fill my pants. Mandy tut-totted me and took me into the bathroom. I had to lay on the changing table, hands over my head, ankles in stirrups suspended. Then the door-bell rang.
"Coming," called Mandy as it left me and headed to the door.
"Hi," called a loud voice, "I'm Alace, Mister Chase sent me over from the Office. I'm a little early I know, but I'm always that way. By the way I have to pee like mad. I must have a bladder like a..." the voice stopped in the door-way.
"Don't mind him Miss Alace," said Mandy, "he needed to be changed."
"Your slave is not potty trained," asked Alace as she took down her tight fitting pants, panties, and sat on the toilet.
"Oh he's not my slave," explained Mandy, "I'm his Android Trainer. Master Charles and Mistress Dianna have forbidden him from using the bathroom. This is called Diaper Bondage."
"
Diaper Bondage
," giggled Alace, "does he carry his teddy bear with him."
"I'm definitely not into infantilism," I told her.
"That is a big no," said Mandy. "And you mind your manners," it told me. "If he seems too big for you, you can always take him to a spanking station and pay a robot to punish him. Or just tell him you'll have a little talk to Master Charles."
"Oh my," said Alace as she wiped herself and flushed. "I know how to paddle boys and men. I understand he has some clothes to wear after the treatment."
"Yes I have a travel bag for you," said Mandy. "Would you like me to pack you a little lunch? You don't need to eat all that junk food they have at the Mall."
"Oh I couldn't," chuckled Alace as she pulled on her panties and then skin tight pants. "Besides I'm still on the company time."
"Nonsense," said Mandy, "besides I was going to give little Al here some lunch before heading off to school." My mind raced, little Al, off to school, please.
"Well," she giggled and checked out my penis before Mandy closed the diaper. "He's not that little, I hate the way the local boys can almost pole-vault into bed." She reached into the diaper and groped my cock. "How large does he get when aroused?"
"Only a couple inches," said Mandy as it took my feet out of the stirrups. "Put your feet together while I put on your plastic pants."
"Mandy," I cried, "I don't need plastic pants the diaper is absorbent enough."
"Don't you dare talk back," Alace chastised me as she gripped my cock hard and twisted.
"Mistress Alace," corrected Mandy as it took her hand out of my crotch. "We do not do cock and ball torture on our property. We can always turn him over and spank him. Or something a little more uncomfortable," it held up a stage two butt-plug.
"That tiny thing," laughed Alace. I groaned as the butt-plug went into me. "Oh he's a virgin?"
"No," smiled Mandy, "he just heals very quickly, so we will be taking some time stretching him for the Master's Pleasure."
The two continued to talk and titter at my expense and humiliation while I ate a light early lunch. Alace, Julia, and Coco, are the general office staff. While I am taking classes at Language Clinic they will be taking turns to take time off and "baby-sit" me.
A few hours later my head was spinning with Free Skyes Common in my head and my Baby-Sitter had me get dressed right there in the middle of the Mall before taking me to the Ringo Building. Alace took the diaper off me and locked me into the chastity belt. I guess with my head so spinning from the class my penis did not get erect as it got stuffed into that nasty tube before the rest of the cloths.
I was slowly getting use to the Free Zone and almost anything can happen. Well in some cases having minors show up bad thing, that's why there is so much security around the Free Zone. On the other hand people under the age of twenty-five, (yes twenty-five,) are still considered non-adults. Some like Cupcake, as young as age sixteen can apply for and be tested to accept the responsibilities of a young adult. This brought out the Free Zone High Schools and Universities where naked bum punishments have better results than detention.
"So we actually have High Schools and Universities in the Free Zone," I asked Alace.
"Yea but forget it," snapped Alace, "you're not getting out of the Chastity Belt."
"No no no," I pleaded, "I am researching about this new TV show based on a movie that Uncle Paul is doing."
"Well that stuff is top secret," she told me, "and you should stop thinking about it. Get your head into that Dianna needs to stay focused on her work. Personally I can't see how that kid sized penis of yours could help. You better have a talented tongue, because I prefer a man a real man. And a little slave boy like you doesn't turn me on."
"Hey these are the gifts god gave me," I complained, "can't we just be friends?"
"What," snapped Alace as she stepped very close to me, "and not be able to tease you?" He hand cupped my ass, "you'll have to earn it." With a quick pat on the bottom I had to follow her into the complex.
The studios took up the tenth to fifteenth floor. Not much different than the TV complex in Chicago or New York. Real estate is very expensive and buildings had to multi-functional. The sets came in two types, fixed and replaceable. Some studios would have the sets built and ready by 10AM, after rehearsals, shooting, by Midnight the set is torn down, floors washed, and a new set it then built. Television, in many cases was old style theatre, and had to be flexible. My job on the other hand was, one of those things people titter about around the coffee table.
Dianna had her posse which was the perks of the job. There was Nino Patton, her personal secretary, who was one of the Femdoms from the party. Her own hairdresser, Sonny Kesselring, who doubled as a hairdresser for a number of extra's when needed. Who else, Sonny was the girl looking like Marylyn Monroe. Her Gofore, (go for coffee and that sort of thing,) Rota Shickelgrouber, who I have not seen before. The head costumer Ice Yellowknife, a Wildcat, yes she is a feline, but very different from the Pounce Empire types thick fur and claws. She liked to hand-out with the Posse. And finally Buddy Charm, an over-aged University Student who had several degrees in Culture and Languages.
"
I thee the butt man hath arrived
," he said to me in broken English.
