“No. I do not want to,” I said, my voice calm but firm.

He mocked me anyway, “Awww, what’s the matter, are you a little baby?”

“Yes,” I replied sarcastically, “I’m a little baby. The answer is still no.”

He clicked his fingers, and spoke to the servant that attended. “Prepare the nursery, this baby needs proper care.” Turning to look at me he smiled unkindly. “Reject me,” he said, “if you want. But now you’ve admitted you’re a baby, well, I have just the thing.”

Another servant appeared, carrying a pile of soft clothing. I watched aghast as she placed it on the table and lifted the top item, showing it to him. Very clearly an adult sized diaper, soft fabric in white, bulging from internal padding.

“Yes,” he said, smiling at her, “Now get it on the baby.”