amnesia, part 3

Thinking “this is just a weird dream or a funny joke” , I stopped whipping him and sat down on the rocking chair.
-Bring me the paper!
Since he acted as a dog, I figured I should play by it. So the dog man grabbed the paper and brought it to me in his mouth.
-Good boy, just sit there and don’t move.
Then the breakfast came in a service table, three different kinds of eggs, choices of fresh juice, oat meal, pancakes and French toast. “Yummy”, I wasn’t very hungry but the smell was tempting. Just as I was deciding which one to taste first, a man in chef clothes came and said;
-No mistress, let me.
He took the fork and the knife and started feeding me. He was so much focused on my mouth that I was hesitating every time I swallowed.
-Would you like fresh orange juice or apple?
-I want coffee, you idiot, I don’t drink juice in the morning.
-Certainly mistress.
-And bring me a cigarette.
-Of course mistress.
He stood up and left the room. I was beginning to enjoy this more. It’s like having gorgeous servants, working for free. Then I thought “or was I paying them?” he came back with the coffee.
-Where is my cigarette?
-Sam is bringing it, mistress.
“Why was he bringing the cigarette?” I guess every one of these man is designed just to do one thing. Then so called Sam came, with a cigarette in his hand. He kneeled down next to me, lighted my cigarette and opened his hand like an ashtray. I was smoking and drinking my coffee. I felt a little uncomfortable having two guys staring at me, so I took the paper and acted as if I was reading it. The cigarette was almost over and this poor man had all the ashes in his hand, yet looking the happiest man in the world. I took the last drag and a horrible idea came to my mind.
-Open your mouth.
He opened his mouth with no hesitation and I put out my cigarette on his tongue. “God, It must have hurt. But he looked even happier. How psychotic was that?” As I was wondering what else would be next. Another one came in crawling with a diaper. This time I didn’t know what to do. I was speechless. A baby man walking towards me, making a crying sound. I must have looked completely blank that naked chef guy leaned towards my ear and said:
-He needed to be fed.
This was just great. They brought a stroller and helped him sit there and moved him next to me. I was trying to figure out how old this baby man was supposed to be. “Should I breast feed him or should I give him some of my French toast?” Then he started crying even louder, this was it, I took out my breast leaned towards him shoved it in his mouth. He was sucking my breast so hard that I could almost come myself. One of the guys was jerking off staring at us. I wanted to yell at him but it felt too good to talk. Then he wanted the other breast, without holding it with his hands this baby man had a magical gift of licking and sucking my tits at the same time. My nipples were getting harder and sore. I didn’t want them to see how much I was enjoying so I pulled back.
-Enough, for today.
He started crying as soon as I pulled.
-I said, enough, stop that noise.
He wouldn’t stop though. It was outrages, considering I have already hated babies and turned off by that noise big time. As I stood up to leave the room, the naked chef guy spoke up:
-He needed to be cleaned up, mistress.
I rolled over my eyes, thinking “men never grow up”, and asked with an ironic tone:
-Where is the baby changing room?
-Right this way mistress.
There my fear became real, I was about to change a man’s diaper. Just hoped, he hadn’t shit in it. I walked into a room where it was really set up for a baby. They brought him inside and sat him on the bed. Honestly, I have never changed a diaper, so I had no clue about how to do this. Trying to avoid the surprise, I decided to make one of the guys do it.
-You, change the diaper now.
-Of course, mistress.
So, he did. I must say, the baby man wasn’t happy about it, he was crying again, and he actually did shit in his diaper. “What a surprise!” It was disgusting, the smell, the crying, how much worse was this going to get. After cleaning him, he turned to me with a powder in his hand.
-Here is the powder mistress.
I guess that was the least I could do. But I wasn’t going to be gentle. So I poured the powder on his ass, and spanked him with my bare hands.
-This is what you get if you don’t stop crying!
It worked; eventually he stopped crying and started sucking his finger while getting his ass all red. After a dozen spankings, I put a clean diaper on him and folded him in sheets, thinking “I could never be a good mother”. Then a naked guy came in with a boner, his body was shining all greasy or something and said:
-It’s time for your massage, mistress.
I nodded at him trying to hide my smile, thinking “Great, I could definitely use that massage now. “ And I walked to the other room. After all the weirdness, things were turning out to be more exciting.

To be continued…