Daily Free-Write January 9, 2021

Daniel Bannister was in upper management. Daniel was the vice president of an important financial company. Daniel was a family man who had an excellent reputation in the business world, relationships with many important clients, and a blank check for any and all expenses. He had an all but guaranteed position for life. 

But the position he was in right now was on his back on his massive desk with a diaper being pulled up between his legs. His face was red. The look of panic was clear in his eyes. He still hadn't reached the stage of acceptance. 

"P-please... you can't do this! I don't wear diapers. I can't wear diapers... I'll give you anything!" 

He was still at the stage of bargaining. And it wasn't going well for him.

"I'm sorry Mr. B but it has to be done. You're going to wear diapers and be changed in your office from now on. And if you don't want the news of your little secret to spread all over wall street, you'd better cooperate." 

"I can have have you arrested for this! I can call security right now if I want to!" He spat. Ah, anger. It was bound to come out sooner or later. 

"But you won't will you, Mr. Bannister? Because when you did, they would see you diapered on your desk. And people would beging to wonder. Then the pictures I've already gotten of you would begin to filter in. Pictures of you in hotel rooms being babied by escorts. That video of you tied down to the highchair while I feed you. And this one." The man took another picture of the executive, getting a perfect angle that showed his pants around his ankles, his bright red face, and of course the very thick and colorful diaper. 

"This is going to far, really. I've done everything that you said. You can't come into my work..."

"Oh can't I?" said the man. "I've just been hired as your personal assistant. I think we'll be seeing a lot of each other from now on. I'll decide your schedule. Who you see, and who you don't. And how often you get change out of that diaper of yours. And when you go home? I'll let you out of them. At least until we build a convincing case that you really need them."

"NO! My family can't find out!" he said.

"Shhh, shhh," said the man, sticking a pacifier in the wimpy man's mouth. "Don't spit that out now, or you'll be sorry. This is what you get for all of the tricks you pulled on past employees and partners. All the pensions you purloined. All the backwards deals you made. Clearly something went wrong in your early development and you failed to develop a conscience. But not to worry," said the man, patting Mr. Bannister's diaper and moving down to shimmy his pants off the rest of the way. 

"I won't do the same things to you. No, I'm going to make sure you're taken care of. Well taken care of." He began to laugh as he took the businessman's pants, shoes, and socks. 

"I'll keep these if you don't mind." 

The humiliated man's eyes went wide, his face turning nearly purple as his protests were made unintelligible by his pacifier.

"Ah, ah, ah, you keep that in now. If it falls out your punishment will get worse. And believe me I have plenty of ideas. You'll be able to see visitors and take video confernces just fine. You'll just have to stay behind your desk... unless you *want* people to see you in your diaper, that is. 

The man shuddered and shook his head. He did have a secret fetish for diapers, but this was all wrong. He would just have to put up with this for a day. When he got his clothes back and his diaper off he'd get out of this bind. One way or another.

"Oh one last thing. I want you to finish these bottles." 

The man set a tote bag on Mr. Bannister's desk. It was full of six baby bottles of yellow liquid.

"It's apple juice. We want to keep you well hydrated so you use your diapers well. You won't be getting bathroom breaks but you can buzz me anytime for a change or diaper check. Good luck today. Your next meeting is in 10 minutes and I expect the first bottle to be done by then." 

The man left the room with Mr. Bannister frantically sucking on the bottle. 

This was going very well. He sat behind his own new workstation, where he'd be managing this man's life and picked up the phone. He dialed out to an external number.

"Hello, Ms. Bannister? Yes, I've got Mr. Bannister in diapers. Everything's going according to plan. He's slowly starting to accept the new rules. If we both do our part then we'll both get what we want. I'll give you an update at the end of the day. Alright. Okay, you got it. Goodbye." 

Back at the Bannister household a young woman clicked off her cellphone. 

"Who was that?" asked an older woman, walking into the sitting room.

"Oh, hi Mom. That was no one. Just a friend." 

She smiled as she flipped through the photos of the man she called Dad in her phone. Soon he would be out of her life, and into diapers for good.