I kicked and moaned through my bonds, but all that did was get my loafers off of me faster. Bending my knees and planting the flats of my feet on the table didn’t make it all that much harder for the Amazon to muscle off my pants for me.

“Won’t be needing THESE anymore!” The sound of my boxers being torn off as easily as a pair of disposable training pants made my heart leap back in my throat. “We’ll have to get THIS taken care of later.” She gestured to my crotch. I couldn’t tell if she meant just my pubic hair or my penis. I prayed I wouldn’t have to find out. “First thing’s first though.”

All of my objectively pathetic efforts doubled when she reached into her purse and took out the diaper. This wasn’t happening! This COULDN’T be happening! “MMMMMMMPH!”