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Life was so very satisfying when you were rich. Land in the big bucks through lucky business dealings, like Trevor had, and there was no end to the lovely and sordid things you could do. But the key to truly enjoying your wealth, he’d discovered, was imagination - a quality he found sorely lacking in every other one of his multi-millionaire set. Taking your private jet to Bali or buying a third yacht was cool, but so passé; everyone did that shit nowadays. No, what you really needed was imagination of a really twisted, original bent…

Hence this lovely scene, enacted only yesterday in Trevor’s newly acquired, obscenely expensive mansion perched adroitly on a sunny cliff above the Pacific. You see, out of sheer boredom and curiosity Trevor had begun toying with the extents of his power. Could money really motivate folks to do anything for him? Anything? And so, he’d discreetly begun his own sort of private game show - hiring dozens of girls and promising them a fantastic sum of money if they would only be willing to do every single thing he asked - no matter how humiliating.

Of course they could quit anytime - he wasn’t a complete monster. And indeed, three had left after he’d only ordered them to scrub the toilet - Christ, what pampered, pathetic bitches… So the number had slowly decreased over time, as anything from eating revolting foods to trimming his toenails had brought one after another to their breaking point…

But not this one. Not little Marjory, precocious and obedient as she was. He had quickly learned that there was nothing she craved more than being commanded to humiliate herself - and in turn he’d discovered his own sadistic streak in commanding her. He’d quickly begun tailoring the devious new tasks to what she seemed to relish most, the things he felt suited her best. She had a curiously childlike air about her despite her twenty-three years, and so he’d begun toying with the idea of regressing her, humiliating her into infancy… It was so easily done, too. A mere week and fifteen grand later, and he had a complete nursery ready for his little Marjory - and any of the other three who would be willing to go along…

“Such a good girl,” he patronizingly commended her, gazing down at her upturned face. God, this was both weirder and more hot than anything he’d yet tried with her. She’d scarcely even blinked when he’d informed her that to continue she’d be wearing nothing but baby clothes and diapers from now on; and here she was still: crawling on her knees, her bottom bulging with the multiple layers of absurdly thick padding he’d gleefully forced upon her, groveling in what seemed to be a delightfully erotic blend of humiliation, excitement, submission, and arousal.

“Now, then, I bet that suppository is making your tummy feel all icky, isn’t it?” Trevor smirked down at his little diaper pet crouching at his feet. “So why don’t you squat down and poop your pretty new diapers for me, baby? Can’t you even do that?” Her cheeks flamed anew as she stuttered out her humiliated response. “No, sir… That plug you put in my bottom, you know…” He laughed at her blushing face. “Oh, is that it? Well, then, remember what I said? That plug doesn’t come out until you show me what a good baby you are and give me your very best blowjob. Then - and only then - will I pull that plug out and let you fill your diapers like the baby I’m training you to be… Got it?”

She nodded, her soft little hands pawing insistently at his straining crotch. God, this was hella fun. Nothing like sheer desperation to turn her into a slutty little diaper bitch, practically begging him to let her suck him off…

As he grinned wolfishly and began unzipping his pants for his squirming little charge, he reflected once again on the sheer wonders of his new life. Money plus imagination really is a winning combo, isn’t it?

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