pantiesandpamperssissy:For Joe the worst part was the fact his tormentor didn’t speak English.

pantiesandpamperssissy:

For Joe the worst part was the fact his tormentor didn’t speak English. Not because he was Xenophobic or racist but because he simply had no chance of knowing WHY this was happening to him. One day he was a successful advertising exec in NYC. The next he was…in a basement? A dungeon? He was strapped down 23 hours a day, diapered for 24, gagged much of the time, bound. He was routinely spanked, slapped, pinched, burned. He was slowly being feminized, with pills, bras, a new hairstyle. He feared he was growing incontinent. He no longer noticed when he filled his diapers. And yet his captor, or at least the woman put in charge of him, was simply mute, or when she did speak only spoke Spanish. Or Romanian? Portuguese? When not gagged he begged her for answers. Who was doing this? Why? What could he do to stop it? Please help. The woman smiled and would rub the front of his diapers. She would take her finger and put it to his lips, telling him to quiet down. She would wordlessly change his poopy Pampers or sometimes swear in Spanish (maybe) if he disobeyed. There was no conversation. He felt himself slowly going insane. For hours he would talk to her in her blue smock and she would just stare at him as if he was a farm animal she’d been put in charge of. And in a way, he was. Sometimes she showed a kindness, by stroking his growing hair or quickly stroking him off into his Pampers and feeding the juice to him off her fingers, but it was really no more affectionate than a farmer giving a pig a nice pat on the rump before sending him off to slaughter. He was simply a thing, a diapered, feminized thing to this woman. Had she kidnapped him? Was she helping whoever did? Would he ever find out?