Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2008 09:09:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Ray Smith <missy_satinpanties@yahoo.com>
Subject: TG Story: Trapped in Panties (List under "Control")

Trapped in Panties
or
How My Wife Trained Me To Be A Sissy
By
Missy Satinpanties


     Well, I've been forcibly feminized, cuckholded, and, now my status was
going from bad to worse, and,  well... wait a moment and let me start at
the beginning. That way you can understand what I'm talking about...

     It all started about 3 years ago, about six months after Connie and I
got married. I was working as a mid-level mechanical engineer for a large
engineering company, and Connie was working as a customer service rep for a
national insurance company. Neither one of us made piles of money, but
together, we made quite enough to afford everything we needed, and to
slowly acquire the things we wanted. We rented a nice apartment, and were
devoted to each other. Our devotion and financial situation, though,
changed drastically, although I'm still not sure which changed first.

     Connie and I are about the same height. I'm 5'7", and she is an inch
shorter. Now, I was about to say that I didn't mind it when she wore heels,
and was taller than me, because I'm secure in my manhood. That too seems to
have drastically changed. Now Connie is a slender, small breasted lady who
is perfectly put together, from her long, lustrous black hair, to her
small, perfect, and perfectly pedicured feet. Me, I'm slender, with a mop
of blonde hair, with hazel eyes to her gray-green set. So, that's us. Now
on to what happened.

    We were married about 6 months or so, when the whole thing really got
going. You see, I'm a sucker for lingerie. I always figured that it was a
present that she could unwrap first, and then I get to unwrap it later!
 That night, Connie stepped into the bedroom in a pair of white silk
panties with black lace and a matching bed jacket that I had bought her at
Victoria's Secret. With a pair of white high-heeled sandals, she was so
beautiful and sexy, it took my breath away. She casually began to rub her
shaved pussy through the thin silk, smiling at me in a most enticing
manner. Just as casually, she slid the delicate undergarment down her long,
beautiful legs, and with a flip of her foot, launched them at me on the
bed. I caught them, and held them to me nose without even thinking, my hard
on bobbing in front of me, informing Connie just how much I was enjoying
the delicious scent. "Hey Stud," she purred, "why don't you put them on,
and we'll match! Then, I get to take them off you!" If it meant sex with my
beautiful wife, I would have done darn near anything! I quickly pulled the
soft panties up my legs, and settled them in place, my hard on making a
white silk tent. Our sex that evening was some of the wildest ever. I ate
her to several orgasms, and after we made love, ate her to another,
oblivious to the fact that I as swallowing my own cum. After that night,
nothing of the sort happened for a week or so, and sex went back to good,
but sort of plain vanilla. That next Friday, though, she repeated the
episode, with a pair of peach satin panties, and the sex jumped from plain
vanilla, to a banana split with whipped cream and two cherries!

     Now I was hooked. If she tossed me a pair of panties, they went on
like a shot. After several months of this, she looked at me sitting on the
bed, once again wearing the white silk panties with that sexy black lace
trim. "You know," she said quietly, "You would look a whole lot sexier if
you didn't have all that yucky pubic hair." When I protested, weakly, she
replied, "Well, you like me shaved down there, why can't you repay the
favor? Why do you think I don't like to give you a blow job?" A minute or
two later, found me naked in the bathroom, with depilatory cream spread on
both legs, my crotch, ass, and underarms. As my wife snapped off the
disposable rubber gloves that she had used to spread the cream, she told me
to stand there for twelve minutes, and then get a shower, using her loofah
to get all that nasty hair gone. Then, I was supposed to pull those cute
little cock-hardening panties back on, and get my ass back into bed!
Needless to
 say, I planned to follow directions! When I stepped out of the shower, I
saw that she had laid out one of her pink bath sheets, and that not only
were the silk panties on the little table, but the bed jacket as
well. Drying myself off, I was amazed at how different it felt with no
hair, and almost came on the spot when I pulled that silk up over my smooth
legs, and how it flowed around my shoulders and back. When I got into bed,
she was all over me like a lioness on a wounded zebra!

     Fast forward now, about 4 months. I was keeping my body hairless, and
now, when I wanted to initiate sex, I would go into her drawer, or into the
hamper, and put on a pair of panties, and sometimes (at her urging, at
first) one of her sexy little chemises, or baby doll nightie. Sex with my
wife had never been better, and I was learning to equate the feeling of
lingerie hugging my body with the best orgasms of my life. Yeah, you bet, I
had fallen into the trap, and wasn't even looking for a way out!

     One Monday morning, as I was getting ready for work, I opened my
dresser drawer, and instead of my underwear, it was full of pastel colored,
nylon panties. Nothing radical, just sort of everyday panties, well,
everyday for a woman! When I asked Connie what was going on, she just
smiled, and sort of purred, "Well. You like wearing panties for me, and I
love seeing you in them, so, please baby, wear them for me!" How could I
refuse! Now, for the next two weeks, all I wore under my clothes were
panties, and I had to admit, the feeling of my hairless balls and ass in
the nylon was pretty great! Along came another Monday, I opened up the
drawer, and once again, was confused. All the plain panties were gone, and
in their place was an array of frilly, fancy, and sort of sissy-styled
panties. I pulled out a pair of full cut, baby blue, satin panties with
lace around the leg openings, and four rows of lace across the ass, a pair
of pale lilac nylon
 bikini panties decorated with lace, seed pearls, and white satin bows, a
white satin thong that had a sort of sheer skirt or veil hanging from the
rear, and a pair of ivory satin panties with what looked like laces up the
back in pink! I just stared at these, and dozens more of the girliest,
sexiest, panties I had ever seen! In the back of mind, though, I did notice
one thing. There was not one pair of black or red panties in the bunch. A
pair of pink panties with black trim was the closest. Again, I demurred,
Connie purred, and an hour later I was on my way to work in baby blue,
satin sissy panties! Again, this went on for a few weeks, until it felt
sorta normal. Again, it was another Monday. I didn't know if I was looking
forward to these days, or dreading them, but I knew that the sex was hot,
and if wearing different underwear that no one ever saw but Connie and me,
well then, the hell with it! I was a'wearin' panties, pardner! This day, I
saw a
 pile of nylon, satin and lace next to the panties, and picked the top one
up to reveal a pale pink camisole with white lace trim. Under my tee-shirt
and heavy oxford dress shirt, there was not a hint as to what I was
wearing, and you guessed it, from then on, it was panties and a matching
cami every day.

    This continued for about 3 or 4 months, with me in panties and a cami
every day, keeping my body smooth, and occasionally wearing a nightie to
bed. That, though, changed to every night after a while. Thanks to my dear
wife, I had a nice collection of satin nighties, a pair of pink silk
pajamas with lashings of lace all over, and several peignoirs, including
one suitable for a bride's wedding night! So, when I tell you that I was
secure in my manhood, I'm not too sure if I really had any manhood! Still,
I was enjoying the whole thing, and my regular underwear was just in
another drawer, if I should change my mind. You see, I still thought that I
had some control over the situation. What a fool I was! The next change
wasn't a Monday, but a Thursday night. I came home to find Connie already
there, with a letter and a rueful smile. It seems my aunt (whom I hadn't
seen in at least 12 years as she was living abroad in Paris) had died, and
Connie just
 found out that through the tragedy of her death, we were now, after taxes,
$12,575,000.00 richer! After we both calmed down, we talked about what to
do, and Connie once again took charge, and reminded me about the house out
in the country that we had seen and fallen in love with the week before
while "aimlessly" driving around on a Saturday afternoon. It was a
beautiful craftsman style home, with 3 bedrooms downstairs, a large living
room/dining room, a master suite upstairs, and 3 acres of land that
promised peace and quiet. Needless to say, 3 weeks later, we moved from our
beautiful in-town apartment, into our own dream home.

     Of course, Connie quit her job, as we didn't need the small income
that she brought in. While I was tied up at work on a major project for the
government, we decided, or maybe I should say, Connie decided that she
would handle the move and the new furniture and decorations for the
house.. I planned on "retiring" in about 4 months, following the completion
of this project, so that was really okay by me. Once again, I thought that
I was on top of things, and had no idea that I was nothing but a pawn in a
chess game being played by a very sexy master of the game. Now, I have to
admit that this project was near and dear to my heart, as it stemmed from
one of my proposals. I gave my final task for the company my undivided
attention, which meant 12 to 16 hours at work every day, and often on
Saturday. Well, I was getting out after this, so I wanted to go out on top
of a success. Sex was cut way back as I was exhausted in the evenings, and
we sort of
 dropped back into vanilla sex on Sundays. After a couple months, though,
Connie was back at it with the lingerie, and even though I was tired, she
managed to get me into satin and frillies at least two nights a week, and I
was still wearing panties to work every day, although since it was now
summer, and I was wearing open collared shirts, the camis were out for a
while.

  Fast forward again to October. The project was over, and I had to travel
to Seattle, and then to Washington DC to wrap things up. This was a 3 week
trip, and when I got home, I knew I would be home for good. Or, not-so-good
as things turned out! I called Connie every night, and she gave me the news
that she had been doing a bit of remodeling and decorating. I asked what
she had done, and she told me that I would just have to wait and see what
she had done, but she was sure my libido would like it. Boy did this peak
my curiosity!!!

     I got home on a Monday night, and there was my beautiful, sexy, and
devious wife waiting at the door in a silvery-blue silk teddy that clung to
her curves like it was painted on. There were ruffles around the leg
openings, and this led my eyes down her magnificent legs, which were now
covered in sheer white stockings, to her feet which were encased in a pair
of silver sandals complete with little ankle straps, and at least 5 inch
heels. She was a knockout, and now towered over me with those heels. She
wrapped me in an intense embrace, and kissed me so hard I almost lost my
breath! She pulled me inside, and slammed the door, ignoring my protests
that my luggage was still in the car. She then practically pulled my
clothes off, and drug me onto the couch, pulled down my panties (I painted
my toenails pastel pink, and bought the frilly panties in an upscale DC
lingerie store, and then wore them home because she mentioned on the phone
how much she
 looked forward to getting me into panties, and then into bed. lucky for
me, no strip searches at the airports!), and she damn near raped me!  About
an hour later, as we lay there sweating, she told me to come upstairs with
her, so I could shower, and she could show me some new things she bought,
and some work that she had done. Again, the docile little man followed the
big strong woman, straight to my doom.

     Now, the second floor of the house is basically an open loft, with a
two huge walk-in closets to the left, and a little corridor between them
that goes into the bathroom. To the right, is a small room or alcove that
is separated by a partial wall and arched opening, which the real estate
lady was proud to point out could be a sitting room, a little office, or
even a nursery when the time came to have a baby. I allowed Connie to lead
me into the bathroom, where she told me to soak in the tub for a few
minutes, and then take a shower and wash my hair. After I was done, she
said, we could have some more fun. Twenty minutes later, I stepped out of
the shower, and saw that there was another of her fluffy pink bath sheets
waiting for me, and a note pinned to the sheet. "Darling, after you dry
yourself off, please use some of the dusting powder that I laid out for you
on the sink. After that, open the big box on the floor, and get dressed. I
know some
 of it may be a little new, and sort of silly, but indulge me. I want this
to a night of sex and satin, and a night that you will NEVER forget!" As a
final little tweak, it was signed, "Sexy Connie" in pink ink.

     Now dry, and hard, I used the perfumed body talc, wondering why she
wanted me to wear such a girly scent, but following orders just the
same. Sure, they were couched as a suggestion, but looking back, they were
orders just the same. Now dry and smelling sweet, I slowly opened the
box. On top of a layer of tissue paper was a pair of pink satin
panties. Now, these were a lot like the blue ones I already owned, but
these were not from Sears or some other store! First of all, no
manufacturer's tag, the satin was double layered, there was no cotton
crotch, and the workmanship was superb. Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled
these soft, heavenly panties up my legs, and settled them around my already
hardening cock. Next up was a pair of white nylon ankle socks with a cloud
of pink lace around the tops. These went on too. I looked under the next
layer of tissue, and found what can only be described as a training bra
that exactly matched the panties, with a
 cute little white satin bow in the middle, and ruffles on the shoulder
straps. Yep, that went on, too! I had come to love the feel of nylon, satin
and lace, and associated them with great sex, and lots of it. That
association would change a bit in the coming days, although I had yet to
realize that.. I stripped another layer of tissue, and saw a mass of white
frothy lace, with a little note. "These are petticoats, sweetie, you step
into them, pull them up around your waist, and tie them tight. I can't wait
to see you, and show you the rest of my surprise!" Again, signed the same
way, and again, I followed the directions. I sort of had an idea of what
lie beneath the next layer, and I wasn't wrong. I had never liked Connie in
slutty clothes, so always wanted to see her in cutesy lingerie, sort of
little girly, or demure like a virgin bride, so I guessed she was
reciprocating. If it ended in more great sex, I didn't care! I gently
removed the pink satin
 creation, and looked it over. It had a full, but short skirt, a high
neckline, with a little collar, and short cap sleeves with little white
satin ribbon trim on each shoulder. It took me a while to get it on right,
and get it zipped up, and when I looked in the mirror, I saw that any
bending would show off my sissy panties to the world. "What world," I
thought laughing, "It will just be Connie and me!" Next up was a full apron
in a sheer, sparkly, white material. Again a note informed me that this was
a pinafore, and it went over the shoulders, and tied in the back. Just do
the best I could, and she would tie the bow pretty for me. I got it on, and
looked in the mirror again. The pinafore made me look, for all the world,
like an illustration out of some book, like Alice in Wonderland, or
something. Very demure, very girly, and on Connie, it would be very sexy. I
had already seen that there were shoes in the box, so pulled them out, and
got a real
 surprise! They were white patent Mary Jane shoes. Okay, no real surprise
there! What got my attention was the darn near sky-high heels! I later
found out that they were "only" about 4-and-a-half inches high, but I had
never walked in heels before. Good thing these were kind of thick, and not
some sort of stiletto heel, I could have killed myself trying to walk!
After fastening the little strap across the instep of each foot, I
carefully stood up, and tottered over to the box to see if I had missed
anything. I had indeed! There was a blonde wig with two pigtails in the
box, which went right on, and a pair of what looked like pink satin
mittens, with no thumb! I had no idea what to do with these, but again, a
note told me that they were, indeed, mittens, and I was to pull them on to
"complete" the outfit. It also informed me that I was to call Connie as
soon as I was dressed. I did so, and she entered full of oohs and ahhs, and
hugs and kisses, and lots
 and lots of fussing! My bow was straightened, and she did something to the
back of the dress and heard a metallic click, up by the collar. I figured
she was fastening the little button that all ladies' dresses had. She was
fastening it, all right! There was now a small padlock holding my dress
closed! She also pulled the laces tight on the wrists of my mittens, and I
realized that there was a very thick layer of cloth, sort of like an oven
mitt, between the inner and outer layers of satin, and with them tied off
at the wrist, my hands were useless, and I had no way of removing the
mittens. She told me not to worry, that this was all part of the game, and
led me out into the bedroom.

     About a year earlier, she had gone to a sex toy party that one of her
friends from work had thrown, and came home with a couple of vibrators, and
a set of 3 butt plugs, small, medium, and scary. She also had a thin anal
vibrator. She never used the butt plugs, but I used the thin vibrator on
her sexy ass a few times when we made love. I now saw it was lying on the
bed. "Oh boy, this is going to be great!" It was, but not for me. She led
me to the bed, and told me to stand at the foot of the bed. She then bent
down behind me, kissed me on the ass, and while I was distracted, she
looped a Velcro strap around each of my ankles, and bound my legs to the
bed. Standing up, she took another strap, looped it around my useless
wrists, and took the attached rope, and tied it off at the headboard,
pulling me forward, and causing my satin and lace encased ass to stick
out. This was going way too far for me, and I told her so. She didn't say a
word, just
 climbed onto the bed, and started kissing me, caressing me, and pushed one
of her breasts up and out of the teddy for me to suck on. This might not be
so bad after all, so I loosened up. She told me that she wanted me to feel
what she felt when we made love, so please, please, just for a few minutes,
go along with the program! I said I would, and she clapped her hands and
giggled like a schoolgirl. She then reached into the drawer in her
nightstand and brought out a large pink ball, with straps running through
it. She told me it was a ball gag, and that she wanted me to wear it, just
for a moment, it would be fun. I wanted no part of that, but she grabbed my
nose, and when I had to open my mouth to breathe, she forced it into my
mouth, and buckled it tightly around my head. Now, I was scared. I had no
idea of where this was going, and in my wildest imagination, I could not
have foreseen what the next few minutes had in store for little ol' me.

    Getting off the bed, and tucking her tits back into the teddy, she
pulled on a matching sheer robe and walked behind me. I heard her lifting
something, and when she came back into view, she had the little 19" LCD TV
with the built-in DVD player. She set it on my nightstand, plugged it in,
and told me enjoy the show. When she hit play, I was shocked, and
nauseated.. She told me that she had placed video cameras all over the
apartment, with three of them in the bedroom, and then she had edited all
the video down to this 90 minute movie of me. There, on the screen in front
of me, was me, begging to be allowed to wear her panties, pleading with her
to wear panties to work (Of course, with her teasing that led to these
events edited out). Me dressing in a nightgown to go to bed, me putting on
panties, and then my slacks to go to work, me painting my toenails, and
then begging to paint hers, and on, and on. "By the way," She said, "This
is just one of
 about 2 copies of this DVD. I have one hidden in the house, one at a
friend's house, so don't get any ideas of destroying this copy, it won't
help! Oh, and Honey, I want you to know that there were two cameras in the
bathroom today, to record you getting all dressed up." While the movie was
still playing, she again walked behind me. I thought that things could not
get any worse, and again, I was dead wrong!

     I felt her hand under my (MY?) skirt and petticoats, and then I felt
my panties being pulled down. She now inserted her lubed finger into my
ass, worked it around, and pulled it out. I remembered seeing that skinny
vibrator on the bed, and relaxed, as it wasn't any bigger than a finger,
and shouldn't hurt too much. Too late, I saw that one still on the bed, as
she began to force the medium size plug up MY bottom! "Relax, and push like
you are taking a dump, and it will hurt much less," she said, "You might as
well help, because this plug is getting rammed up your ass with or without
your help! The more you relax, the less it will hurt, although I promise
you, it WILL hurt!" As I tried to relax, breathing hard through my nose,
she got the nose of that monster against my sphincter, and began pushing. I
thought I was being ripped in half, and screamed for all I was worth into
the rubber ball gagging me. With tears streaming down my face, she forced
 that plug into me, ignoring my muffled pleas and tears, until I felt like
the Goodyear blimp was filling my ass. I couldn't believe the pain! I'll
leave you alone with your movie to get used to your new friend, she said
nastily; as she pulled my panties back up, and re-arranged my skirt and
petticoats. And then, she left. She left me tied to the bed, my poor ass in
terrible pain, watching me make a simpering, sissified ass out of myself on
video..

     After about ten minutes, I heard her come back up the stairs. She
turned off the TV, then reached out to my wrists, and using an attached
hook, clipped my wrists together. Then she got down behind me, and quickly
released my left leg, and pushed it over, and clipped a 12 inch chain from
ankle to ankle. Following this, she unhooked my right ankle from the bed,
and let loose the rope to my wrists. With her help, I minced over to a
chair in the doorway to the little alcove off the bedroom. I noticed right
away that the legs to the chair had been cut down, and it was only a foot
off the floor. It was also painted pink, and seemed to be bolted to a 4' X
4' piece of plywood. She pushed me down into this chair, and quickly hooked
my wrists to a short chain that came up between my legs. She then grabbed
my ankle chain, and pulled my feet forward. There were two eyebolts that
came up through the plywood, and once my ankles were hooked to these bolts,
and
 my hobble chain removed, I was sitting in a little chair with my legs
spread wide. I had no balance to even try to get up, and anyway, my hands
were chained to the chair.      Connie now went behind me again, and placed
a collar around my neck, and I could hear it being fastened to the high
back of the chair. Now, legs spread, forced to sit bolt upright, dressed a
baby sissy, gagged, and in great pain as the huge (at least to me) butt
plug was pushed even harder into my bottom by the hard wooden chair, I sat
and waited to see what would happen next. I was so confused! My beautiful,
loving, sexy wife was treating me like, like, like I don't know what! What
had I done to deserve such treatment? And, maybe more to the point, why was
I hard as a rock under my panties????

     "Well, little Emily," Connie began after she sat on the bed facing
me. "Yes, Emily. I can hardly call a panty wearing sissy, who begs on tape
to be allowed to dress up for his "mommy" Mike, now can I? From now on, you
name is Emily. Now, let's see, I'm betting you have a lot of questions for
me, don't you Emily?" I tried to nod my head, but had no movement because
of the collar. She continued, "You see, I met a man, a REAL man about 3 or
4 months after we got married. Yes, you were a sweet husband, and your very
talented tongue made up a lot for your lack of cock, but when I found a man
with a thick, juicy cock that really fills me up, I had to have it, and
have more and more of it. So, you see, I came up with a little plan. I have
been steadily sissifying you over the last couple of years. Those vitamins
I got you to start a few months ago because I thought you looked run down?
I bought a bottle of vitamins, threw them out, and replaced them
 with female hormones. When you asked me if you were putting on a bit of
weight, that was your little titties starting to form, and your body
beginning to soften a bit. You have noticed that you don't get hard as
often as you used to, or even as hard when you do? That's the hormones! I
won't increase the dose, because I want you as a semi-functioning man. Now,
let's see, oh yes! Your aunt! I knew at least 6 months before she died that
she was in a coma, and that you had left orders for her to be kept on life
support for six months, to she if she had any sort of chance to regain her
consciousness. What, you never did that? Hmmm, maybe I did sign your name
for you, and maybe when the French hospital called to confirm, maybe my
boyfriend did the talking for you. Gee, I forget! When we went for that
little drive, and just happened to see this place, and it just happened to
be for sale, and I just happened to want to go in and see because it just
happened to
 be the open house... You guessed it girly! I had already talked to the
real estate agent, and had made a tentative offer at full asking price. All
I had to do was make it look like it was your idea. Just like the panties,
and the nighties, and shaving yourself smooth for me, it was all so fucking
easy! Now, with the power of attorney that you made out before your trip,
all the money, and the house, are mine to control! You really should read
what you sign, you silly little sissy! I have decided to keep you here for
a year, and use you to have a bit of fun. Then, I'll let you go, and give
you enough money to get going. It's the least I can do for you." She got
off the bed, and started to walk toward me, swinging her hips, and even
though I was scared to death of her now, she was so damn sexy!

     She stopped right in front of me, and I saw now that my face was at
the level of her crotch. I could see the wet stain on the teddy, and could
smell her sex. This only made me more confused, and harder than ever. "Now,
my little sissy husband, there is one eensy, teensy thing I forgot to tell
you," she started in a syrupy sweet voice, and before I tell you, I'm going
to take out that nasty gag, so you can talk." With that, she unhooked the
straps, and gently pulled the ball out of my aching and drooling
mouth. Taking a hanky, she wiped the drool off my lips and chin, and asked
me if I wanted a drink. I told her that I did, and she held a child's sippy
cup to my lips, and then fed me some apple juice. I didn't care, I was
thirsty, and explanations could come later! After I had enough liquid in me
to allow me to actually talk, I began to yell at Connie, demand that these
restraints come off, demand...well, you know what I demanded. I yelled at
her
 that I was not a cross dresser, that I only did what I did because she
wanted me to, and it seemed to make sex better. finally, though, I was all
yelled out, and through all of my tirade, no matter what I said, or how
loud I said it, all the did was sit on the bed, look at me, and smile this
little cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. Finally, my throat was sore, and I was
exhausted, physically and mentally, and just wound down. She sauntered over
with that damn sippy cup, and offered me another drink, which I took, which
turned out to be another of my many, many mistakes. Did you know that you
can conceal a very powerful sedative in apple juice?

     When I came to, I was still very groggy, and my first thoughts were
that this was all some kind of horrible dream, and all I had to do was to
open my eyes and everything would be just fine. So, I slowly opened my
eyes, and reached up to rub the sleep out of them. Or, at least I tried to
reach up. My hands were still restrained, although not between my
legs. They were now strapped to the arms of the pink chair. My hands were
still in their mittens, my legs were stretched out and spread and still
hooked to the bolts, my neck collar was still hooked to the chair, and from
the pain in my backside, I knew that the horrible butt plug was still in my
poor bottom. Also, my jaw was sore, and my mouth was very, very dry. As I
got a bit more awake, I noticed that instead of being dark outside, like it
was when I was strapped into this chair, it was light, and from the angle
of the sun, it must be about noon, or just early afternoon. That was when I
 realized I had been drugged. I also saw a new addition, which was her full
length mirror, set up in front of me. There I was. Pink satin dress, stiff
petticoats, panties on display, no, wait a bit, those aren't the same
panties...They appeared to be pink plastic panties, and as I wiggled
around, I felt something thick and soft, and then it hit me, DIAPERS! That
sexy bitch had put me in diapers and plastic panties! I tried to yell, but
only got out a weird sound. I felt something in my mouth, and looked again
in the mirror. I had on some kind of gag, but not a gag. Whatever it was,
was held in place with straps of clear plastic that seemed to be hooked
behind my head, but under the wig. I began feeling with my tongue, and
found that I had a semi flexible ring of some sort in my mouth that sat on
my teeth, and had a ridge on both sides, so that it held my teeth apart,
and thus my jaw, and would not slip off, either in or out. With some
effort, I was able
 to close my mouth enough to lick my lips and make them feel a bit better,
but I could not completely close my mouth. I had no idea of what kind of
Hellish torture device this was, or what its use was, but I knew I wasn't
going to like the answer!

   A moment later, I heard her high heels on the wooden stairs, and she
walked in with a big smile on her face. "Aw, is my widdle baby Emily
awake?" She cooed in a sickening sweet voice. "I'll bet someone needs a
widdle dwink after their sleepies!" I started to yell at her, and she just
smiled, pulled something off the bed, and walked over. Now, I was to find
out a little about this appliance in my mouth. Without a word, she shoved a
thick rubber gag in through the ring in my mouth, and with a little twist,
locked it into the ring. "Now, little baby, I won't have to listen to your
pathetic whining!" She just stood in front of me, wearing a long, black
silk peignoir set, and a pair of black peep-toe pumps. I didn't recognize
the peignoir, and realized that either she had bought it for herself, or
her lover gave it to her. As if reading my mind, she spoke up, "Do you like
Mommy's new nightie? Mark bought this for me last night. Yes, that's right,
last
 night, while you were sleeping like a widdle baby. By the way, Mark thinks
widdle Emily is so-o-o cute! He can't wait to, well, you'll learn soon
enough. While Connie was talking, my tongue had been exploring the gag in
my mouth. It had a flange or something near the rounded end, and there
seemed to be a hole through it. I tried sucking air, and sure enough, the
hole, though tiny, went right through. Again, this beautiful, sexy, but
evil bitch read my mind. "Do you like your new gag? Let me explain it to
you. You woke up with just the ring in your mouth. You see, this keeps your
mouth open, and lets things go in your mouth, and you can't stop them, or
more importantly, bite them." This statement scared the hell out of me! She
went on, "And, as you have found out, I can slip a few different gags in
place, to boot. Now you have a small penis shaped gag in, which has a hole
in it to allow me to force feed you liquids. There is also a small penis
gag with
 no hole, and a really, really big cock that will fill that sissy mouth of
your from front to back, and bottom to top. Now, I know you'll like that!"
No I wouldn't, and tied to shake my head, but only got a little
movement. "You'll notice, I'm sure, that I have put my widdle baby in a big
soft diaper so she can go pee-pee when she needs to, because Mommy's widdle
baby won't be allowed to use the big potty for a while!" With that, she
just smiled. She walked up to me, and lifted the hem of her nightgown up,
and over my head. Now, my face was inches away from the pussy that I had
worshipped these last three years. All that separated me was a thin, and
very wet, piece of almost transparent black silk, and this damn gag. She
reached under her gown, and pulled the little bows on either side of the
panties, and they fell off and fluttered to the floor. I could smell the
ripe aroma of her arousal, and knew that this was getting her off. I was
horny, sad,
 scared, hell, I don't know what I was, all I really knew was, that like
the trained animal I had become, all I wanted to do was stick my face in
that pussy, and make her cum. Sick, ain't it? All that she had done to me,
and I still wanted to lick her, taste her, and...Oh well.

     Laughing at the predicament she knew I was in, she backed away,
pulling the soft silk tent off of me. Then, she reached down, and picked up
the tiny little wisp of black silk that had covered her pussy, and almost
carelessly, draped it across my face so the fragrant wet stain was in front
of my nose. So, there I was, gagged, diapered, dressed as a baby girl, and
my wife thought it was an added kick to arouse and further humiliate me. At
least I thought I was as humiliated as I could get. I was wrong, very
wrong. The worst was to come right now...

    I heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs, but this tread
was heavier, and softer. My questions were answered when a tall, dark
haired man stepped into the bedroom. He was wearing a pair of soft leather
slippers, and was wearing what looked like a dark red silk kimono. He
walked right up to Connie, wrapped his arm possessively around her waist,
and kissed her deeply. So, this was her lover, Mark. He began to fondle her
delicious nipples, and then pulled up the hem of her gown, and began to
finger fuck her in front of me. They both watched my reaction, and laughed
at my ineffectual squirming as I tried to get free, or at least turn my
head, neither of which was possible. They both came closer, and Mark began
to walk around me, examining me. He reached down, and pressed his hand
against the diaper and laughed, "You're right, Sweetheart! The pathetic
little sissy IS hard!" He stepped back, and Connie just looked at me, and
then looked at
 him and said, "Well, go ahead, Lover, take the pathetic little sissy to
her destiny." With that, he untied his robe, and let it fall to the floor
of, what was so recently my bedroom, leaving him wearing only a matching
pair of boxers, well tented from his hard on. My wife knelt down, and
slowly pulled these down his muscular legs to his ankles, and helped him
step out of them. Planting a kiss on his huge cock, she stood up and walked
over to a padded dressing table chair that was sitting off to one side. She
sat down, and with her chin in her hands, and her elbows on her legs, she
prepared to watch the show. I was ready to skip the show, but as you know,
I had no choice, not now, and it seems, not ever.

     With a sharp twist and pull, the gag was yanked out of my mouth. He
also pulled the panties away from my face telling me that I didn't even
deserve to sniff her dirty panties. He then stepped in so that his cock was
at my mouth, and I could smell the musty aroma, and could also smell my
wife. He had fucked her, never even cleaned himself, and now that cock was
going to be in my mouth! I started to yell, but didn't have the energy, and
what came out was a whimper, and then I started to cry. That seemed to be
the signal, and he jammed his hard cock into my strained and aching
mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock, and the ring with the clear
plastic straps held my teeth off of him. I saw several flashes and knew the
event was now recorded on digital film for whatever she wanted to do with
it. I was giving my first blowjob, albeit a forced one, and I was giving to
my wife's lover, the man who was taking my place in my marriage bed! I
tried to
 hold my lips away from his warm cock, but to no avail. He was ramming his
meat into my mouth, choking me, making me gag, and, I'm sorry to report,
actually sort or turning me on. Finally, the assault on my poor mouth was
near the end. He jerked spasmodically, and shot a load of cum into my
captive mouth. Since he didn't pull out, and then grabbed my nose and held
it shut, I had no choice but to swallow it, so I could continue to breathe
around his softening member.

    With that, he pulled out, looked at my wife, and announced that he was
taking a shower, and when he got out, they could put the sissy in her new
home. I started to yell again, asking what the hell was going on, but
Connie never said a word, just shoved that damn gag back into my mouth,
twisting it into place, and silencing me once again. Then, she put on that
sweet mommy voice and asked, "Is Mommy's widdle baby thirsty after her nice
blow job? Ahh, I'll bet she is, so Mommy will give baby Emily a very
special drinky-poo, that will help widdle baby understand just what her
place will be in this family." With that cryptic comment, she pushed a
clear tube into the penis gag's hole, and yelled out to Mark that she was
ready, and out of the bathroom he came, with a large plastic syringe about
the size of a soda can. It was filled with yellow liquid, and it did NOT
take a rocket scientist to know what it was, or where it had come from!
Connie pushed the
 tip of the syringe into the tube, and began to push the hot, acrid, and
salty piss into my mouth. "Now, Emily, you only have two choices. You can
swallow the nice pee that Mark brought you, or you can be stubborn and
drown or suffocate on it. I really don't care. I'm sure, however, that when
the paper's learn that you died choking on piss dressed as a baby girl,
that your family will be real proud of their fucking sissy!" With that
warning, and no desire to die in any fashion, I swallowed the hot piss in
big gulps as she forced it into me. Now, the average bladder only holds
about a half of a liter of liquid at best, but this felt like gallons of
piss being forced down my throat. I sat there, swallowing, crying, and
hating my wife, hating Mark, and hating myself. I hated myself for ever
getting into this situation, and really hated myself because my cock was
still hard under the diaper!

     "Does my widdle sissy husband want to know an itty bitty truth?" She
asked while pumping the last of her lover's piss into my mouth. "I don't
love Mark, or the other two men that have been my lovers over the last few
years. You are the only man that I have ever loved. But, I have found two
things that I love even more. The first is sex. I love sex, crave sex, live
for sex, the wilder the better. But, there is something out there, that for
me, trumps loving you by a mile, and even trumps great sex. Do you know
what that might be? Care to guess? No, silly, it's not boys in panties and
diapers, although that is cute!! What I love, more than anything in the
entire world is POWER! And now, I have complete and total power and control
over you, and your money, and my pussy is dripping just thinking about
that! No man has ever got me this hot, and kept me as hot as this total
domination over you!" So, that's what my wife has turned into. A power mad,
I
 don't know what, who is willing to destroy what she claims to love for the
kick. When I met her, she was shy, demure, loving, and had only known one
other man (so she claimed), and now she was the she-devil of all times,
willing to do anything for a power-high. Even though I now understood, that
really didn't help me out. I was still trapped.

     I sat there with the taste of Mark's piss in my mouth for a few
minutes, until he stepped out of the bathroom naked. He grabbed what used
to be my wife, and threw her onto the bed Whew! At least it doesn't look as
though he plans on using me any more for a while, at least. They began
kissing, and his hands were all over the woman I thought I loved. I
couldn't watch, but couldn't close my eyes, either. She slid down, and
looking at me sideways, took his cock into her mouth as if to say, this is
how you make love to a penis, learn from me! She sucked that monster into
her mouth, and began to bob her head up and down. Mark reached down and
grabbed her head, and held her against him, his cock fully into her
throat. After a moment, she pulled back and began to kiss and lick his
balls, and even lift them up and lick down towards his ass. Kneeling on the
bed, she pulled off the sheer robe, and then the gown, and lowered herself
onto his pole. Mark was
 moaning as she engulfed his penis with her beautiful pussy, and he began
to play with her tits. They were fucking like two people who knew what each
other liked, like long time lovers. I was sad, but turned on. My little
cock was trying to rip the cotton diapers! Finally, Mark rolled over, and
pulled her to her knees and elbows, and took her from behind, pounding into
her pussy until he came. I was mortified to have watched and enjoyed
this. Naked, Mark came over, unhooked my feet and arms, and removed the
collar. I could smell the sex, and could see the juice from my wife's cunt
on his cock. Connie just languidly stood up, stretched, and pulled her
sheer black negligee back on, and slipped her feet back into her high
heeled bedroom mules. I was free, but I had been in the same position for
so long that I could barely move my muscles. Taking advantage of this, he
quickly hooked my wrists together, and did the same thing for my ankles. He
then picked me
 up, quite effortlessly I must say, and threw me on the bed. When I hit,
the butt plug jammed into me again, re-awakening a fiery pain that spread
throughout my body. Finally Connie came out, wearing jeans, sandals and a
cotton blouse. She grabbed a towel and draped it over my head, blocking my
vision, and Mark threw me over his shoulder, and together, we all went down
the stairs. I sensed that we were heading into one of the spare
bedrooms. We have three downstairs. One has a small en-suite bathroom, and
the other two have a small bathroom that separates the two rooms. It was
into one of those that I was carried. When I was sat down, and my wrists
strapped to the arms of the chair, and my legs strapped the chair, I
realized that I was sitting in a tall chair, as my feet did not touch the
ground. Then, the towel was taken off my head, and I almost passed out with
what I saw. I was in a little girl's nursery, complete with an adult sized
crib that had a
 locking, barred top, a play pen, a changing table, rocking chair, and what
I was sitting in, a high chair! The walls were a pale pink, and there was a
border of Barbie around the room. All the furniture was glossy white with
flower appliqués, while the linens were pink, as were the curtains. With a
flourish, Connie went around the room, showing me everything, and opening
the drawers and closets to show me the baby dresses and rompers, the
diapers and plastic panties, the cute widdle toys, the baby bottles, all
for me.. I could say nothing, do nothing, so I did the only thing I could
do, cry. Great, silent heaving sobs left me, the hot tears running down my
face as I realized that this was no one-time game, no show of force before
I was tossed out like yesterday's newspaper. This thing that used to be my
wife was going to make me live like a baby girl!!!!

     Again, things just couldn't get any worse, and yet again, I was dead
wrong. I was released from the high chair, and as soon as I could, I tried
(tired, in a short dress, thick diaper, a thick penis gag locked into my
mouth, and wearing silly high-heeled Mary Jane shoes) to run. Mark easily
grabbed me, and after spinning me around, landed a punch in my balls that
had me on the floor in the fetal position, fighting to breathe only through
my nose. After about 10 minutes or so, the pain had subsided enough for me
to try to stand, and Mark just stood there, watching me. I knew, beyond a
shadow of a doubt who was in charge, and it wasn't me. Finally, Connie, who
had been silent through all of this, looked at me, and in a kind voice
asked, "Are you okay? I really don't want to hurt you, but you have to
understand who is in charge, and what is going on around here. You are now
my toy, and I plan on using you for my own entertainment. If you don't do
 things my way, you will be hurt again, but next time, you may not be
wearing a thick diaper to cushion the blow. Do you understand?" I nodded
that indeed I did understand, and with a big smile, she took my still
mittened hand, and told me that she had another surprise for me. She led me
through the connecting bath, which was done up with lots of pink and lilac
accessories, and into the next room. I walked right into a little girl's
fantasy bedroom, complete with white French-Provincial canopy bed, dresser,
make-up table, and nightstands. The walls were the same pale pink as the
nursery, but this time there were a few boy-band posters on the wall, a
Barbie Play House in the corner, and what appeared to be a mess of
lipsticks and nail polish bottles on the vanity. Never letting go of my
hand, Connie led me to the bed to show me some of the "neat features." The
spread was pink satin with lace, and the canopy itself was pastel pink with
pink sheer netting
 and lots of lace. There was a big satin bow at each corner of the canopy,
making it look like a bed for a deranged princess. Looking closely, I also
saw an eyebolt in each of the four canopy posts, about 6 inches off the
bed, and on the two posts at the foot of the bed, there were eye bolts
about 2 and 4 feet about the bed. She then led me to the nightstands, both
of which were locked! Pulling a key out of her pocket, she showed me an
impressive array of restraints, gags, and the like, which had me so scared
that I finally just lost it. I stood there, crying into my gag, and my
bladder just let loose, filling my diaper with warm wet pee. I felt as low
as I had ever felt in my life. She then led me to the closet, which was
filled with dresses and nightgowns. She showed me at least three little
girl party dresses, a beautiful wedding gown, two complete French Maid
outfits, one in pink satin, the other in black satin, both with white lace
trim, a cocktail
 dress in royal blue, and several blouses and skirts, most of which were
suitable for a girl up to about the age of 10, with a few older
girl/womanly things, such as the wedding gown, and maid's outfits. The
final things in the closet were the shoes. High heeled sandals, Mary Janes,
pumps, ballet slippers, and one pair of pumps with heels that were 6 inches
(at least!) high! Leading me to the dresser, I was shown corsets, panties,
stockings, ankle socks, training bras, camisoles, and the like. Finally,
she took me to the middle of the room, and showed me her final
indignantly. On each wall, on two of the canopy posts, and (she said) in a
few other locations, were cameras. "What are the cameras for, sweetums?
Well, when the big strong men pay to have sex with our little sissy, I want
it all on tape, so that when we make the feature film about the making of a
sissy, we'll have the material we need!"

     Dazed, confused, and overwhelmed, I allowed myself to be led back to
the "nursery," where Mark hoisted me up on the changing table, and strapped
my arms down with the attached nylon straps. Connie pulled off my plastic
panties and diaper and then with a sharp pull, ripped the plug out of my
abused bottom, making me scream into the gag with the sudden and intense
pain. Quickly, she reached under the table to one of the shelves that were
built in, and pulled out two stainless steel poles, and fitted them into
sockets at the end of the table. I looked at these poles, and suddenly it
dawned on me that they were leg stirrups like an OB/Gyn would use, but
these had straps to secure the feet to the appliance! My shoes were then
taken off, and sure enough, I was strapped into the stirrups, my feet high
in the air, legs spread, and poor bottom on display. Now, Connie reached
back under the table, and I heard a bolt being drawn, and the end of the
table
 folded down, so my naked bottom was right at the edge of the table,
holding my open hole at the right height, and in the right place to be
taken by anyone she chose. So, this was my fate. Trapped into a nightmarish
hell of gay sex perversions. So, why was I hard again? Again, Connie filled
me in. "Ah, the widdle sissy is hard again! That's so cute! You see, Mark,
I told you that those custom hypnosis tapes he has been listening to would
work! The company recorded them over the sound of waves on the beach, and
for a year, he has been using them to relax and get to sleep! He is ours to
use as we please, and he will even respond for the boys!"

     Laughing, Connie raised the table again, and unstrapped my feet. I was
re-diapered, had clean plastic panties pulled up my legs, and was stood on
the floor. My dress was unlocked and removed, as well as my petticoats and
training bra. I stood there in diapers, a wig, mittens, and gag as Connie
selected a nightgown from the closet, and pulled it over my head. I was now
wearing a peach colored satin nightie that seemed to be too long for
me. Again Mark picked me up, and lay me in the crib, and Connie pulled the
material down below my feet, and tied it off, forming a bag. My gag and wig
were removed, and Connie pulled a baby bottle off the shelf and stuck the
nipple in my mouth. "Now," she said sternly, "You have a choice. You can
either drink this apple juice all down like a good girl, or you can have
another serving of piss. Your choice, I don't care which you want." With
that I began sucking at the bottle, holding between my useless hands. She
 swung the barred cover into place and locked it, leaving me in baby
hell. As soon as the bottle was gone, she took it, pushed a teddy bear
through the bars, and holding each other and kissing, they left the
room. It was going to be a very, very long night. As they were leaving,
Connie looked back, and with a laugh told me to get some sleep, because the
day-after-tomorrow their first client was coming, and he had paid very good
money to fuck a little virgin sissy girl, and, "Oh yeah, he paid to play
with you for the whole weekend, too! You'll love him, Sweetie, he is so-o-o
big! And he has some really kinky scenarios planned for you!
Nightie-night!"  Chapter 2 The Sissy Horror Continues  

     I woke up slowly out of my drug induced sleep, and started to assess
the situation. I was still locked into my crib (Why did I call it my
crib?), I was still in my satin sleeper, tied off at the bottom, but
something else was different. I reached up to rub my eyes, and figured out
what was different right away. My arms were secured to the side bars of the
crib, and there was a strap across my thighs, both contriving to hold me
firmly in place. I also found that the gag was back in my mouth, although
when I turned my head to the left to see what was over there, I saw that I
could see myself in the mirror, and that instead of a gag, I had a large
pacifier in my mouth, and it was tied there with pink ribbon around my
head., and my head was covered with a pink satin bonnet. As my mind became
clearer, I thought back, and could remember a tape playing beside the
crib. I could remember a woman's soothing voice telling me that I loved to
wear panties,
 and things about service, love, and, well, I really don't remember any
more. I assume that this was a hypnosis tape, and that I was being
brainwashed while I slept. I tried to raise my head, but I was still a bit
woozy, and quickly gave that up. But, as I was laying my head back down, I
heard a voice over the house intercom. "Oh goody, widdle baby is awake!" a
bright, cheerful, and totally unknown voice said. "Just lay quietly widdle
Emily (like I could do anything else!) and Nanny will be in to take care of
you in just a few minutes. Now remember, Sweetums, you're wearing a nice
thick diaper, so if you have to go potty, you go right ahead. And anyway,
that's the only potty you are going to use for a while." With that cheerful
pronouncement of doom, I realized that there must be active cameras in the
room, and that I DID need to go potty. I held on as long as I could, and
then threw the last little shred of dignity to the wind, and let loose a
stream of
 warm pee into my (again with the my!) diapers. Right away I felt better,
and extremely embarrassed. I didn't have a choice, but I still felt bad
that here I was, over 21 years old, and I was peeing in a diaper. I
couldn't help myself, and just started to cry. I guess the hormones I was
ingesting might have something to do with that, or just the total breakdown
of who I thought I was, and a complete, total, and seemingly permanent loss
of my dignity, freedom, wife, and my whole life. I lay there crying, and
not even trying to stop.

     After a few minutes, a tall, very pretty lady opened the door and came
in. She had blonde hair, worn up in a sort of bun, and was wearing a teal
dress that would have looked right at home on Leave It to Beaver, of My
Three Sons. She was wearing a frilly apron that also looked straight out of
a 1950's magazine describing the perfect housewife. She was also rather
large breasted, but had a skinny waist. She came over the crib, and pulling
a key out of a pocket on her apron, she unlocked the top, lowered one side,
and then unhooked my wrists, and then took the strap off my legs. Then, she
lifted me, easily, up and carried me to the changing table. Here, a strap
went quickly across my chest, pinning me to the vinyl pad, and then she
clipped the D-rings in each mitten to snaps on the sides of the table. I
was, once again, a prisoner in diapers. She then untied the bottom of my
nightie, and lifting my bottom, she slid it up to expose my wet diaper. (I
 can't help it; I'm starting to think of these sissy things as mine. The
hypnosis must be working better than I thought it was.) She slid the
plastic panties off, and then removed my diaper, and wiped me with a baby
wipe, sprinkled a bit of powder, and re-wrapped me in a clean, very thick,
diaper. It was so thick, I could not bring my legs together. A
semi-transparent pair of pink plastic pants were pulled up, and then she
reached back into the pocket of her frilly apron and pulled out a little
padlock. She pulled a string or cable, or something around the waist of the
panties, and padlocked them onto me! A strap went quickly across my legs,
and I was told that if I moved, I would be spanked so hard that sitting
would be impossible, even with a diaper on, and as further punishment, all
I would get to drink today was a bottle of pee. I resolved to be a still as
a statue!

     My hands and chest were freed; Nanny sat me up, and removed all of my
clothes, except my pacifier and my diaper. Then, she fetched a basin of
warm water, and a soft rag, and gave me a gentle sponge bath. She raised up
each arm, and clucking a bit, brought out a razor, and cleaned up my
underarms. After drying me off, she praised me for being such a good baby,
and picked up a peach colored satin baby-doll nightgown, and slid it over
my head. Finally, she removed those horrible mittens from my cramped and
sweaty hands. Warning me to sit still, she picked up the rag, and cleaned
my hands and dried them. Then, she picked me up, and carried me over to the
rocking chair. She sat down, and arranged me on her lap. Then she did
something that really surprised me. She began to unbutton her dress,
exposing a white, lacy bra. I could also see that she was wearing some kind
of a girdle or corset under her dress, and yes, I was right, she was
wearing a pair
 of black stiletto heeled pumps. She then unhooked part of the bra (it was
a nursing bra!) and exposed a large nipple. Removing my pacifier, she
pushed me face towards her tit, and told me to enjoy my breakfast. OH MY
GOD! I was about to be wet nursed! "Now babykins, it's time for your
breakfast, and remember what your alternative is. Now enjoy your nice milk,
and no biting!" With that, she pushed her nipple into my mouth, and I began
to suck. The milk was thin, and had a sweetish, but very odd flavor. I
can't say I liked it, but having no alternative, and being very thirsty
and, since I hadn't eaten for two days, I was starved! I suckled at her tit
for a few minutes, and then she gently pushed me away, and after a bit of
re-arranging, moved me over to her other breast, where I once again gave in
and sucked away. Of course, this was all being recorded for "posterity" on
at least one camera. What could I do? I was trapped into doing exactly what
Connie
 wanted, or, well, I'm not sure how bad the "or else" would be, but I was
afraid to find out. Of course, every minute I stayed with her horrible
program, I got deeper and deeper into a situation where I knew there was no
way out, now, or ever.

     After my "breakfast" was done, I was sat on the changing table, and
Nanny did up her bra and dress, and then stood up and walked over to me. I
then made my first mistake of the day. I asked "Nanny" if I was going to
get any solid food to eat for breakfast. In a move that was quicker than I
would have given her credit for, she had me flipped over, and brought her
palm down on the backs on my thighs in several loud, stinging slaps. "Now
little baby, I don't want to have to gag you for the rest of the day, and
I'm sure you don't want your "special" drinky-poo, so no more big person
talk out of you! I have been given strict orders, and one of them is that
you are to lose 25 pounds, so you had better learn to live with this." 25
pounds!! Good Grief, I was already pretty slender! I would be weak as a
kitten if I lost that much...and again, too late, the truth suddenly dawned
on me.. A little girl is skinny and weak; therefore, I was to be skinny and
 weak. It all made perfect sense, if I looked at it through Connie's warped
lens.

    Nanny sat me back up and told me that for the rest of today, I would be
in girly school. I would learn how to walk in very high heels, how to put
on some very basic makeup, like lipstick and a bit of eye shadow, how to
sit and stand like a lady, and how to properly suck a cock. With that
statement, I jumped up and started to waddle towards the door. "And where
you might you be going, Emily!" Nanny asked with a laugh. Are you going to
run away in your nightie and diapers? All of your man clothes are gone, and
if you remember, you are locked into your plastic panties, so go
ahead. I'll even go ahead of you and open the door, but I'll also close and
lock the door behind you. Oh, I know! You're thinking about your suitcase
that you left in the car, the one that Connie had Mark take out back and
burn. You see, you have nowhere to go, and if you try to go anywhere, you
do it as a dressed up sissy. So, be a reasonable baby, and come back in the
nursery."
 Hanging my head, I turned around, and went back to the table. Now, Nanny
told me that for trying to leave, she had to make the lessons harder for
me. She grabbed me, and put me up on the changing table. Once again, a
strap went across my chest, and my hands were forced back into mittens,
this time peach colored to match my outfit. My wrists were then hooked the
table, my plastic panties unlocked and pulled off, and my feet were buckled
to the stirrups. This time, I found out that the stirrups were
adjustable. My legs were spread wide, and pushed up in the air, leaving my
ass off the table, and me in pain. She then dropped the end of table,
leaving my ass floating in mid-air. Seconds later, a ball gag was forced
into my mouth and buckled behind my head, and my diaper was unpinned and
removed. And then, she produced "it." "It' was the largest of the three
butt plugs that Connie had purchased, and I knew that it was going up my
still tender backside, and
 that I would hurt me terribly. Nanny lubed her finger, and forced it up my
ass, then spread more lube on the plug. With only a "here we go" for a
warning, she jammed that thing inside of me, causing me to scream, and
scream, and scream into the gag. Tears fell down my face like hot rain, and
I felt that there must be blood pouring out me by the gallon, because I had
been split in half. She kept me there for about an hour, so I could get
used to my "visitor." Finally, my diaper and locking panties were put back
on, and I was released from my bonds. For the next five hours, I learned to
walk in high heels ranging from about 2 inches, to a pair that were a bit
over 7 inches high. In those, you didn't so much walk, as mince a bit, and
very little of that. My legs were in agony before I put them on, and after
about ten minutes of mincing back and forth across the room, I thought the
pain in my legs, combined with the pain in my bottom would make me lose my
 mind! I also practiced putting a finger into my mouth, and sort of
twisting my right foot around while looking at the ground like an
embarrassed little girl, and then I worked on my curtseys until I could
perform them to Nanny's satisfaction.

     Finally, I was allowed to take off the heels, and go back to a pair of
black patent Mary Jane shoes that really felt comfortable after all of
that. It's amazing what you can get used to. Now, Nanny announced, it was
time for my lunch. Another session of breast feeding (I have to admit that
I loved suckling on her beautiful breasts!), was followed by being seated
in my high chair, and being spoon-fed several little jars of baby
food. They were bland, and not all that nice, but I was so hungry I would
have eaten darn near anything to try to fill up my growling belly. Dessert
was a jar of strained plums, which were actually quite nice, and a baby
bottle of apple juice. I was re-assured that this bottle did not have any
drugs in it, as we still had some school left for the day. Nanny wiped my
face, and left me sitting in the high chair, while she turned on a TV to
the Teletubbies, and left the room. Now, this show is insipid to the nth
degree, but I
 had received no stimulation outside of pain and humiliation for the last
few days, so I actually sort of enjoyed watching the show. Soon, I felt the
familiar symptoms of a full bladder, and once again, held it as long as I
could. I finally gave up and peed my diapers, knowing that this was what
was required of me, and that I didn't have any other choice anyhow!

     Nanny came back in, and again, placed me on the table and changed my
wet diaper. This time, though, she played with my cock, which she called my
clitty, for a bit, getting me hard and excited, but not letting me
cum. "Now, widdle baby Emily," she said, "If you are a good widdle girl,
and do your afternoon lessons properly, Nanny will give you some relief. If
not, Nanny has some nasty punishment waiting for a naughty baby girl, and
she will be forced to take her lessons." I was set on the floor, and told
to get on my knees on a thick pink rug. "Alright, Emily, you can either do
this willingly, and get rewarded, or I use the ring gag, you still get the
lesson, and you get punished. I don't much care either way, as your
beautiful wife is paying me very well for my services." At this she
chuckled, "Of course, some services I give to your wife for free!" With
that cryptic comment, she walked over to the closet, unbuttoned her dress,
and slipped it
 off. She stood there in an old fashioned, open-bottom girdle, with garters
holding up her stockings, white lacy panties and the nursing bra I had come
to know so well. She took a hangar off the rod, hung her dress up, and
reached up on a shelf. Stepping sort of into the closet, I couldn't see
what she was doing, but when she turned around, there was a strap-on penis
bobbing in front of her. It was about 6 inches long, and sort of thick, and
I groaned at the thought of this plastic cock going in my mouth, and began
to tear up at the thought that this was training me for the real thing,
just like this horrible butt plug was training my bottom for a real cock.

     We "practiced" with this cock for about an hour, 'til my jaw was
aching, and my knees hurt. She told me not to move, and went back to the
closet. Again, she was blocked from view, but when she turned around, the
cock had been replaced with one that was at least 10 inches long, and as
thick as my wrist! Furthermore, there were realistic balls hanging below
that monster! Nanny the proceeded to jam this down my sore throat for the
next 20 to 30 minutes, teaching me to lick the balls, and to suck them, how
to use my fingers (or in this case my mittened hand) on the base of the
shaft while I sucked and tongued the head, and how to deep throat the whole
thing without gagging and throwing up. Finally, when I thought that I could
take no more, she thrust one more time down my throat, and pulled that
horrible, horrible thing out of my battered mouth. She went back to the
closet, removed the harness, and put her dress back on.

     Returning to where I was still kneeling on tired knees, she reached
down, took me by the upper arms, and helped me stand up. She led me to the
changing table, and instead of picking me up, she merely assisted me in
sitting up on the table, and then lowered my head so I was once again on
the pad. To my surprise, she removed my mittens, and then, without any
restraints, placed my oversized pacifier in my mouth, and began to remove
my panties and diaper. With a warning that this would hurt, and that I was
to hold my pacifier in my mouth and not make a sound, she removed that huge
butt plug from my now aching tushy. Dropping it into a basin for washing,
she gently cleansed my bottom with a soothing wipe, and then applied an
ointment that she said had a very strong topical anesthetic, and would help
me feel better really soon. The pain subsided to a dull ache, and I felt
better than I had in the last few days. Days? It felt like weeks since I
had
 come home to what I thought was a loving and sexually adventurous wife, to
find that I was reduced to a cock-sucking, cuckholded, panty wearing,
breast-fed, sissy of a man, who was under the care of a Nanny. Speaking of
Nanny, she now removed my nightie, and telling me to stay put, went into
the bathroom where I could hear water being run into the tub. After a few
minutes, I was told that it was okay for me to get down, and to come into
the bathroom. Once there, I saw a hot tub of water, with fragrant lilac
steam rolling off the surface. Nanny helped me to get in, and I don't think
a bath ever felt better, or more soothing to anyone, at any time. I soaked
for about 15 minutes, or until the water started getting cool, and then
Nanny helped me out, and stood me on the rug so she could dry me off with a
fluffy pink (of course) towel. Once dry, Nanny handed me a pair of
beautiful pale blue satin panties with ruffles around the leg opening, and
a seam of
 elastic down the center of the backside, so that when I put them on, they
hugged my bottom, and the seam sort of pressed into my crack. This was
followed by a matching camisole and a pair of ivory colored ballet
slippers. Once I was "dressed," Nanny pulled a stool over to the sink, and
told me to sit down, facing away from the sink. She had me lean back onto a
plastic device that fit into the sink, and proceeded to wash my hair with a
lilac scented shampoo and conditioner.

She dried my hair with another pink towel, and then placed a plastic cape
around my shoulders, and proceeded to go to the intercom, and tell someone
that it was okay to come in. Another young lady dressed in a white smock,
and carrying a yellow plastic tool box came in. She told me her name was
Mandy, and that she was going to "do" my hair. An hour later, my unruly mop
of longish blonde hair was cut in a very feminine, but little girly style,
with a part down the middle, and the hair just touching my collar, and
curling about my ears. She put a light blue satin covered plastic hair band
over my head, and stood back to admire her work. Seemingly satisfied that I
looked like a second grade girl on school picture day, she reached back
into her box and brought out a bottle, some cotton swabs, and a gun-like
thing. "Now, Sweetie, I'm going to pierce your ears, and it will sting a
bit, so try to be a brave little girl!" She swabbed both ears, and then
with a
 loud snap, and a sharp pain, I had a little heart-shaped gold stud in my
left ear. Another snap and burst of pain, and I had a matching stud in my
left ear. Now, with the exception of a penis, I looked for all the world
like a cute little 7 or 8 year old girl ready to get dressed for a party,
but felt like I was at the bottom of a deep well, which was only getting
deeper by the minute. Nanny (I really wish I knew her name, but I suppose
this is one of the pieces of the humiliation puzzle) now took me by the
hand and led me not back into the nursery, but into the pink, white, and
satin parody of an innocent little girl's room.

     Nanny sat me on the edge of the bed and told me that I now had a
choice of reward. I could either have sex with her, which wasn't such a bad
prospect, as she was a very attractive young lady, or I could oral sex with
my wife. She told me that it might be the last time I had straight sex with
a woman for the next year, but almost certainly the last time I would even
see my wife's naked pussy up close, ever. I wanted my wife, even after
everything that had happened, I loved her, and the thought of her sweet
pussy was almost overpowering. Then, the thought of Mark fucking her, and
the knowledge that the warped bitch would almost certainly be feeding me a
"cream pie" of his cum, rose up in my brain, and I meekly looked at Nanny,
and asked her please let me make love to her like a man, instead of as a
little girl. Nanny took me in her arms, and held me, and I just started to
cry. She held me for the longest time, and when I had cried myself out, she
 took out a tissue, helped me blow my nose, and I knew that my days as a
man had ended. Nanny told me to wait here for a few minutes, and she would
be right back.

     A very short few minutes later, she swept into the room wearing a
breathtaking white satin negligee, a pair of silver high heeled sandals,
her blonde hair down and brushed until it shone and wearing pink lipstick
that seemed to glitter. She was a beautiful young lady, and when she came
to me, I stood up and we held each other close. Now, she was at least 6
inches taller than me, and with the heels, that put me almost at nipple
level, but since I was wearing blue satin panties and a training bra
anyway, the whole macho thing was sort of a moot point. We lay down on the
bed, and we kissed for the longest time, and then she moved down and began
to suckle on my nipples, making me hard, horny, and very, very excited. She
continued down my smooth stomach, and then started kissing my thighs, while
rubbing her hands across my panty-clad ass and "clitty." The foreplay went
on for quite a while, when she suddenly sat up, moved up to my head, lifted
the
 hem of her negligee, and lowered her pussy onto my mouth. I knew that this
was the first and only time that I would make love to this woman, and that
after this, it was back to a Nanny-child relationship, and that this might
be the only sex with a woman I would have for a while, so I wanted to make
it last, and make it the best sex possible. With that in mind, I threw my
tongue into high gear, and ate that delicious pussy to at least three
orgasms. When she slid off my wet and sticky face, she slid down beside me,
and we began to kiss, and she licked the remains of her pussy juice from my
face. "Now, Sweetheart, do you want me to give you a blow job, or fuck
you?" she asked softly. Moments later, I was on my back, as she lowered her
hot slit onto my now iron-stiff clitty. Even now, I noted, I was not in
charge, but I didn't care. When I finally blew my load, I felt like a man,
for at least a few seconds, and a very satisfied man, at that. Again,
though,
 she slipped up, and placed her sopping pussy above my face, and again, my
tongue went to work, this time, eating my own cum along with her
juices. Finally, she lay down beside me, and I noticed that the front of
her gown was damp, so I slid the lacy shoulder straps down, and began to
suckle at her nipples, first one and then the other, drinking her milk, and
reveling in my last good sex for a while. Tomorrow, my life would go from
bad, to much, much worse.

     After another quick bath, it was back into a clean diaper and plastic
panties, and then into my sleeper, with the hem tied off below my feet, and
those "lovely" mittens on my hands. Nanny, now wearing the robe of her
negligee, gave me a bottle of apple juice, telling me that it had only half
of last night's sedative in it, just to help me sleep, because tomorrow was
going be a very stressful day for me, and she wanted me to get through it
like a brave little girl. After my bottle, my pacifier was placed in my
mouth and it was tied off behind my head with pretty ribbon, and I was
locked into my crib for the night. My thoughts were not pretty, but I could
see no way out of the situation. Nanny turned on the tape player, making no
secret of the hypnosis tapes, making my last coherent thoughts a
combination of the woman on the tape saying, "Frilly, girly panties are
what I live for," and my own thought that it was very early, the sun was
still up.
 Then, I slept.

     I was awakened early by Nanny, who got me up, and removed my wet
diaper and panties. In only a few days, I had not only gotten used to
wearing them, I was peeing in them automatically, and without waking
up. Could I ever go without them after I left here? Would I ever leave
here? My feet were placed back in those damn stirrups, and Nanny asked me
if I had to be restrained, or would I try to be a good girl. I nodded and
mumbled around my gag-like pacifier that I would try to be good. She
repeated the ceremony with the lube, and with fear and nausea, I waited for
the horrible pain. She placed the head of the butt plug against my anus,
and slowly pushed. I was relieved that she had chosen the smallest of the
plugs, as it went in fairly easily, and there was not too much pain. After
a fresh diaper and a pair of see-through white plastic panties with zoo
animal cartoons were in place, she slid a yellow T-shirt over my head, and
then pulled it down
 between my legs and snapped it closed. I looked down and the words "Sissy
Slut in Training," were emblazoned on the front in glittery letters. I must
have started crying, because I heard Nanny say, almost sadly, "I'm sorry,
Emily, this is what I was told to do, and how to dress you this morning. We
have to get you ready for your appointment, and I've been given strict
orders as to what to do." She then asked me to hop off the table, and join
her on the rocking chair. My Nanny was wearing a beautiful deep blue
nightgown that had two spaghetti straps at each shoulder, and exquisite
lace at the bodice. The gown went down to her ankles, and I could see a
pair of black slides with clear acrylic high heels. She was beautiful! She
sat down in the chair, and I sat on her lap. She removed my pacifier, and
lowered the shoulder straps over on one side, exposing her nipple for my
lips. Either I had come to like this in only a day, the hypnosis tapes were
working,
 or I did not want to disappoint my Nanny, whom I had come to think of as
my only friend, and the only one in this world who loved me. Of course, it
was a bit of all three, and the latter was as well planned out as any
experiment Pavlov ever performed on his dogs! After I had emptied both
breasts of their morning's milk, she led me over to the high chair, and
after locking the tray in place, she fed me a bowl of oatmeal, two jars of
strained plums, and my bottle of apple juice. She also gave me two pills,
one the hormone and the other a real multi-vitamin, because I would need my
strength.

     After my breakfast, I was taken to the bathroom, where I was allowed
to use the toilet to poop, although I had to sit backwards on the potty,
even though I don't know why. Once again I slathered in depilatory cream,
showered, and had any remaining hair whisked away with a new razor. I was
then led, naked, back into the nursery, where I was led back to the
changing table, feet back in the stirrups, and the butt plug removed. Again
apologizing, Nanny pushed a thick penis gag into my mouth, buckling it
behind my head, and then strapped me to the table. Cooing at me, just like
I was a real baby, she took what looked like a hot water bottle with a
plastic tube and nozzle attached to it, and hung the bag on the left hand
stirrup support. She pushed the odd looking nozzle into my bottom, and then
opened a valve, letting what I had already figured to be an enema flow into
my bowels. I began to squirm as the warm liquid filled me to bursting, and
I began
 to cramp up. Still, the liquid flowed into me. Finally, Nanny removed the
tube, but not the nozzle from my bottom, and attaching what looked like a
squeeze bulb, she began to pump, and I could feel the nozzle expand and
fill my bottom like a plug, but without the pain of insertion. I was told
to lie still, and relax. The inflated plug would help me to hold the liquid
in for five minutes so I could be clean and sweet for my appointment in
just a little while. After the longest five minutes ever recorded, I was
released, and allowed once again to hobble to the "big girl potty,' where
the plug was deflated, and I quickly sat down and expelled the mess into
the toilet. Nanny told me to sit there for a few moments to make sure I was
empty, and then led me back to the nursery. Again on the table, where my
bottom was cleaned with several wipes, and then Nanny pushed a tampon into
my bottom, to, as she said, catch all the drips. While I was lying there,
Nanny
 left the room to get dressed. She returned in a classic black satin French
Maid's outfit, complete with lacy choker, cap, lacey half gloves, and high
heeled black pumps. She was wearing a satin pinafore, and looked ever so
sexy! As she went about the room, gathering my "wardrobe" for the day, I
could see her black satin panties, with rows of lace on the bottom, poking
out from under her crinolines. As she pulled open drawers and closet doors,
she explained a bit of the program. "Your appointment today wants a baby
girl in diapers. I have to warn you that he is into bondage, humiliation,
and pain. I expect you will be paddled at least once, if not more, and I'm
reasonably sure you will spend much of the day in some form of
restraint. Please, little Emily, do whatever he wants you to do without
hesitation. I do want you to act scared, which he loves, and will probably
not be an act, anyway. Mistress Connie has promised me that if you refuse
anything he
 asks, you will be punished, and I will also be punished. I don't know what
your punishment will be, but I have been promised that you will in no way
enjoy any of it." With this dire warning ringing in my ears, she came back
over to the table, removed the tampon, and cleaned my bottom one more
time. Once again, the hated butt plug was forced into back door, and I was
placed in another extra thick diaper, with what she called a thick soaker
pad between my legs. I would be lucky to be able to waddle, let alone walk,
and I think this was just what was looked for. A pair of plastic panties
with a peach colored satin cover, complete with rows of sissy lace across
the bottom and around the leg openings were pulled up my smooth, hairless
legs, and a pair of matching booties were placed on my feet, over a pair of
baby sissy socks. I was sat up, and she pulled a peach training bra over my
head, commenting that Mistress Connie had ordered several of these sets
 from a very talented lady in England, so I had better appreciate the
effort. Now, a lovely peach satin sissy dress with built in petticoats was
pulled over my head. My hair was brushed and fussed over, and then I was
stood up on the floor so the dress could be buttoned up the back. A
pinafore of lace encrusted white satin was tied around my waist and over my
shoulders. Again, the dress was so short that it barely covered the top of
my diaper cover, let alone hide the fact that I was diapered. Finally, my
hands were put back into restraint mittens, and clipped together behind my
back, a fluffy peach satin bonnet with lashings of lace was tied on my
head, and my pacifier was tied back in my mouth. Nanny sprayed me with a
bit of perfume, stood back and surveyed her work, and must have thought it
looked good. She then looked at me for a moment, and walked to the phone in
the corner. She dialed one number, asked a quiet question, nodded, said
yes, and then
 walked to the door. A few moments later, my wife walked in, wearing only a
black sheer robe which showed off her tight, B-cup breasts and their stiff
little nipples, a pair of black nylon bikini panties, and a pair of tall
black high heeled sandals with sexy little ankle straps. As she came in,
Nanny dropped to her knees, and kissed Connie's shoes, and when Connie told
her to stand, she stood up and curtseyed. Connie walked over to me, and
examined me closely. Telling Nanny to put some blush on my cheeks, she
laughed and after warning me to say a word, she pulled out the gag. She
stood back, and told Nanny to stand behind her, and to reach around and
make her cum through her panties. Nanny began to kiss the back of Connie's
neck, and caress those lovely breasts, then her right hand snaked down and
began rubbing that wonderful pussy through the smooth nylon of the
panties. After just a few minutes, Connie arched her back and
moaned. Telling Nanny that
 was enough, she then ordered Nanny to remove the panties, and, "She knew
what to do with them. Nanny knelt in front of my wife, and slowly slid the
soaked panties down her shapely legs. Looking up at Connie, Nanny placed a
kiss on her smooth, hairless pussy, and then as Connie raised one high
heeled foot after the other, the panties were removed. Nanny then went to
the changing table and came back the large Nuk pacifier. She told me to
open my mouth, and then shoved the fragrant panties in, and followed them
with the pacifier. My bonnet was removed, and the ribbon tied very tightly
behind my head, and the bonnet was then replaced. Connie just stood there
and began to laugh. She told Nanny to sit me on the high chair, strap me in
tight, and to stand beside the chair. She then picked up a digital camera
from the dresser, and took several photos of us together, a trussed up baby
girl, and sexy French Maid-Nanny. I knew that this day was going to be a
black
 one indeed.  Chapter 3

    Connie looked at me like I was a piece of art to be appreciated,
chuckled to herself, and walked out of the room, her beautiful ass swinging
naked under the sheer robe. "As she was leaving, she looked over her
shoulder and told Nanny that she had only a few minutes, and it was time
for her to finish getting ready. I looked at Nanny, but she was walking out
of the room behind Connie. I was now officially scared! I wanted to ask
Nanny what was going to happen, a question that I had been too scared to
ask, but now she was gone, and I was gagged anyway. All I could do was
wait. I sat there for only a few minutes before Nanny returned. She was
walking slowly, and I could see a short silver chain between her ankles
that limited the size of her step. She was also carrying a few things in
her hands. As I watched, she placed a large, black silicone penis gag in
her mouth, and buckled it behind her head. Then, she placed a large leather
cuff on each wrist,
 and sat down in a chair beside the high chair. Only a few moments later,
Connie walked back in, this time wearing an absolutely stunning black silk
dress with an illusion neckline, ¾ sleeves, which looked like a beautiful
black bridal gown. I could also tell that she was wearing a tight corset
that pulled in her already trim waist, and pushed her breasts up, making
them seem larger. As she walked in, I could just see the black lace
stockings, and the very tall high heeled sandals. The sheer stockings
allowed me to see that her toes were painted the same deep pink as her
fingernails. This all contrived to make her look both sexy and virginal,
and in spite of myself, I was as hard as a rock, and yes, I wanted this
woman! I wanted this woman who had violated a sacred bond between us,
violated me, cuckholded me, forced me into being a sissy. This, sexy,
seductive, and yes, evil woman was my only desire! As she stood there, she
looked us both over, and told
 Nanny to stand up. Connie strolled over to her, and after kissing her on
the cheek, and I saw for the first time, that the lacy choker around
Nanny's neck was made of lace trimmed leather. Connie took each of Nanny's
wrists, and hooked them to the collar, so that we were now both restrained,
and had no choice but to play along in the little drama that the mystery
man had paid for. We would not have to wait too long to find out what that
drama was, as the doorbell rang, and laughing, Connie tweaked one of
Nanny's nipples, kissed us both on the cheeks, and told us that our
playmate was here, and that she hoped we had "fun."

      A short minute or so later, Connie led a tall, well tanned man into
the room. He had the build of an athlete, with the polish of a corporate
CEO. A very nice suit of navy wool was tailored to his body, offset by a
crisp white shirt and pale blue tie. He was at least 6 foot tall, and had
dark brown hair and eyes to match. While he was a good looking man, I was
scared to death. Connie introduced us, telling them man that I was his very
own sissy, Emily, that Nanny was his maid for the weekend, and telling us
that this man's name was either "Sir," or "Master." Connie stepped out and
said something to someone, and the fun began. With a warning whispered in
my ear that if I made a sound, I would have my mouth filled with shit,
Connie removed the pacifier and panties, and replaced them with the ring
gag, minus the rubber phallus. She then released Nanny's wrists from her
collar, and told her to go to the next room and ready the chair. I had no
idea
 of what "the chair" might be, but I really didn't think I would like it! I
was released from my chair, and led out of the nursery, and into the little
girl's bedroom. There, on the floor, was the short pink chair that had been
my seat for Mark's humiliation of me. Nanny curtsied to Connie, and then to
the man, and took me by the arm. Once again I was seated in the chair, and
once again, my wrists were restrained, a collar was around my neck and
hooked to the chair, and my legs were spread, and with the soles of my feet
flat on the floor, straps were looped around each ankle and secured to the
floor. I was right at Master's waist level, and had no illusions of what
was to come. Master looked at Nanny and told her to come closer. He ran his
manicured hands over her body, lingering on her ruffled ass. "You may
undress me, Maid," he said, and as Connie laughed, Nanny began to help
Master remove and hang up his suit. Now he stood there in just a pair of
gray
 silk boxes, and his cock made a tent in them big enough to live in! I
thought that the plugs and gags were huge, but this man looked twice as
big, and I hadn't even seen his cock yet! At a nod from Connie, Nanny went
to the dresser, picked something up, and returned. I now saw that she had a
large, yellow, plastic bib in her hands, which she proceeded to tie around
my neck. She then retrieved a large bowl from under the bed, and standing
behind me, held it under my chin. "Master" then removed his own boxes, and
I could see a huge hard cock, pointing right at me! I found out later that
it was almost 9 inches long, and it looked as thick as it did long! He
moved in towards me, and with a warning to drink every drop, he shoved the
head of his huge cock between my lips and began to piss! I swallowed as
much of the evil tasting piss as I could, and what I didn't swallow ended
up in the bowl. When he was done, the force-feeding gag was shoved back
into its
 mount, the leftover piss was again loaded into the large syringe-like
feeder, and it was forced into my mouth, and down my throat. Now, I was
crying for all I was worth. What had I done in my life to earn me this kind
of punishment and humiliation? Why was this being done to me, and by my own
wife? Why the hell was I as hard as a rock!!??

    The rubber cock was once again pulled out, and was now replaced by the
real thing. As wide open as my mouth was being forced, his cock felt like
it stretched me even further. He pulled out after on a moment, and told
Nanny to remove my ring gag. Then, he leaned over and whispered in my ear,
"Now, little Emily, I am going to fuck your mouth. If you bite me, or if I
even feel your teeth, I have your mistress's permission to fill your sissy
mouth with my shit. Now, that might turn me on, but I don't think you would
like it very much, now would you?" I frantically tried to shake my head no,
and even though I was tightly restrained, he understood my reluctance to be
punished in this way. Now that we had an "understanding," he shoved his
thick cock back into my mouth. He pushed it all the way to the back of my
throat, and I did my best not to throw up, but gagged mightily. He pulled
out a bit, and then rammed it back in. Connie told me to try and
 swallow the head of the cock, just like the dildo that I had practiced on,
and finally I was able to hold the cock in the back of my throat. I lost
track of time as he brutally fucked my mouth. I had been ready to have to
give him a blow job, but this was just oral rape, sanctioned by, and
probably filmed by, my wife, and there was nothing I could do about
it. When he was finally done, he pulled his softening cock from my aching
jaws, he laughed at the cum trickling from the corners of my mouth, and
just told Nanny to, "Get the little sissy dressed and ready. I'll be back
in an hour." With that, he pulled his boxers back on, and took a thick
terry cloth robe that Nanny held out to him, and he left.

     I had no idea of what was coming as Nanny unhooked me from what I now
thought of as my "potty chair," but was too darn afraid to ask. As Nanny
put the chair in the closet, she told me to sit on the edge of the bed, and
she would help me get ready for the next "scene". She came out of the huge
closet with a white garment bag, and some other items, and laid them on the
bed. Then, she came around to me, and began to remove my baby outfit. After
I was naked, except for the diapers and plastic panties, she told me to
stand up. Taking my hand, she led me into the bathroom, where the bathtub
was already full of hot water. Stripping off my wet diaper (again, I never
even noticed that I peed myself!) and panties, she helped me into the tub,
and quickly picked up a soft cloth and washed my sweaty body. I was lifted
up, and set on a large pink rug, where I was patted dry, and dusted with
perfumed body talc. I was told to stand on the stool at the sink, and
 brush my teeth. A stool? I was tall enough to reach a sink! Then, I
noticed for the first time, that the sink was much taller than an ordinary
sink, and that while my Nanny, who was at least six foot tall, could use it
easily, I had to stand on a stool that read, "Sissy Emily's Booster Stool."
I picked up the pink toothbrush, and finally brushed the taste of his piss
from my mouth. I was physically and mentally exhausted, and just decided to
let things go. What the hell could I do? I was nothing but a pawn in a
game. In fact, I was in a game; and no one would let me read the rules of
play. My role was whatever Connie decided it was. I would just have to
wait, and maybe things would change in my favor, if only for a little
while.

     Taking my hand again, just like a little girl, I was led back into the
Little Girl Emily's bedroom. Nanny told me to sit on the bed again, and she
began to lay out my new outfit. I didn't want to, but I had to look. What I
saw was the most beautiful white satin wedding dress! It was awash with
white satin bows, had kind of capped shoulders, and the long sleeves were
sheer lace that ended in white satin triangles, which had a loop that slid
over my two middle fingers. I did notice that the dress was shorter than a
normal wedding gown, and I figured, rightly, that it was half wedding gown,
and half sissy dress. Within moments, Nanny had me standing up at the foot
of the bed, and had tied my hands to one of the eye bolts. She told me that
I had to be quiet or I would be gagged early. I nodded, and she picked up a
white satin corset that was itself a beautifully made garment. I would
learn how ugly it was in moments. Tighter and tighter she laced it
 around my poor middle. Telling to take a deep breath and hold it, she
cruelly pulled it one last time, and with a quick knot, I was held tight in
a white satin prison. Nanny then folded a flap of material over the laces,
and hooked three buttons, and one small brass padlock. I was now locked
into my first corset, and really didn't like it one bit. Now I was sat back
on the bed while a pair of sheer white stockings were pulled up my legs and
attached to the garter straps from the corset. The stockings had a
beautiful white bow at the back of each ankle, and lacy tops, and were
gorgeous! I was told to stand, and the dress was slipped over my head. I
realized that this dress must have been custom ordered, and the size very
carefully chosen, as it barely fit around my now corseted middle. I glanced
in the mirror and saw a sissy parody of a beautiful bride looking back at
me. Asking me to lift one foot at a time, she slid a pair of white satin
panties that
 were just dripping with lace, up over the beautiful stockings, and settled
them in place over the garter straps of the corset. A final box was opened
and I watched as a pair of slim, white satin pumps were removed. Nanny
explained that these were custom made, just for me. The heels were 6 inch
stilettos, and there was an ankle strap with the obligatory small hasp for
a padlock. After my shoes were locked onto my feet Nanny showed me a
special modification that had been made to both the dress and the
corset. Pulling the loops of elastic off my fingers, she pushed the sleeves
of the dress up a bit. Then, she produced two cuffs of white leather, which
she proceeded place around my wrists, and buckle. The sleeves were once
again pulled down and the loops placed over my fingers, effectively hiding
the cuffs. A sewn hole on the inside of each satin sleeve end allowed the D
ring from the cuff to protrude, and I was shown where there was a matching
D ring that
 was attached to each side of the corset, which again protruded through two
holes in the sides of the dress. It was not only a humiliating sissy
version of a beautiful wedding gown; it was its very own bondage suit of
virginal white satin! The ring gag with the penis was shoved back into my
mouth and buckled behind my head. She then placed a flowered ring on my
head, with a veil that sort of covered the straps to the gag. A quick click
with a snap ring, and my wrists were hooked together, and a bouquet of
daisies was placed in my hands. I was led, tottering on my too tall heels,
out into what had been my living room, and found my "master" and my "wife"
waiting for me.. He was wearing a pair of black silk boxers, and a black
silk T-shirt that clung to his muscular body. As soon as Nanny led me from
the room, Connie pushed the start button on a cassette player, and "Here
Comes the Bride" blared out from the small speakers. Connie just stared at
me and
 laughed, as red faced with embarrassment, I was led to the "altar." After
a short joke of a wedding service, I was led by Nanny back to the bedroom,
and told to lie on the bed on my back. My wrists were clipped to straps
that were hooked to the posts at the head of the bed, and a strap was
hooked into each of the side D rings on my corset that were apparently
hooked to the side rails of the bed. These straps were all tightened down,
and I was held, arms akimbo, and tight to the bed. Now, each ankle had a
cuff attached, and my legs were now spread, high over my head as the ankle
straps were hooked near the top of the head posts. I didn't need a guide
book to tell me that my ass was exposed, even though it was covered by a
pair of sissy panties, and I was helpless. My "marriage" was about to be
consummated.

     "Master" walked into the bedroom and I could see his huge hard on
tenting his black silk boxers. In spite of myself, I was starting to
breathe harder, and was actually salivating around my gag at the thought of
that huge cock filling my backside. Now I knew. The hypnosis really did
work.. I was scared too, at the thought of that huge cock ripping into
me. He walked up to the bed, and began to caress my helpless body, running
his hands along my stockinged legs, fondling my satin and lace clad
ass. Nanny approached the bed and asked if he was ready. When he nodded,
she removed his boxers and T-shirt for him, and then reached down, and with
a short rip of Velcro, pulled down a flap at the back of my panties,
exposing my virgin hole for his attention. Nanny then applied lube to my
ass, and I could feel the cool lube on her soft fingers as she rubbed it in
my hole. That would be the last "soft" thing I would feel. The next moment
I could feel his cock
 head at my boy pussy. He began to force it against me, and Nanny whispered
in my ear that I needed to push to help him in, and it wouldn't hurt as
much. I relaxed as much as I could, and pushed. Suddenly, the head of his
cock pushed past the ring of muscles in my bottom, and the pain made me
scream into my gag, and my whole body writhed as I tried to get out of my
bonds and away from this monster in my bottom. Tears were flowing down my
face, and I continued to scream and try to squirm away from him as he
relentlessly pushed his cock into me. He never gave me a moment's rest as
he buried it up to the hilt inside of me, and then began to rhythmically
pound my ass, his balls slapping against the satin and lace panties that
still covered my quivering and burning ass. Again and again he slammed that
huge cock into me until I thought I would pass out from the pain and
humiliation. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he grunted, then
moaned, then filled my
 ass with his cum. I could feel his monster shrink inside of me, and he
finally pulled out, whereupon Nanny quickly shoved a tampon up my butt to
keep from soiling the bed or my clothes, and closed the flap on my
panties. "Master" then went to the bathroom, and I was "treated" to a video
replay of the consummation ceremony, complete with full color and audio, on
the 60 inch plasma screen on the wall at the foot of the bed.


     The rest of the weekend was much the same, as I got my ass reamed at
least 4 more times, in various outfits. I sucked him until my aching jaw
was ready to fall off my face, and endured a spanking that left my ass
cheeks red for a month. Finally, though, it was over. I was given a warm
bath, put into a nightie and left in my crib, untied but locked in, for a
night's sleep. For the next 2 months, I "entertained" about 15 men and two
women who wanted to play with a sissy baby, or little sissy girl. I noticed
that during this time, the hormones I was on kept me from getting hard most
of the time, and that I was developing little A cup titties. They were very
sensitive, and felt strange, but good. The only "good" weekend of this
period was one in which a married man wanted to play sissy baby. He was
brought in by his wife, and while Nanny (dressed in her sexy 1950s teal
dress and pinafore apron) transformed the man into a baby girl, she just
watched
 from a chair in the corner. Nanny wore a black silk mask, like you might
to a fancy dress ball, and Connie took photo after photo with a very
expensive digital camera. He was bathed, shaved, had his hair done, was
given an enema while strapped to my changing table, and dressed in the most
girlish lilac colored panties and dress, both of which were absolutely
dripping with lace. Of course, his hands were restrained in mittens, and he
was gagged with a pacifier. All I had to do was sit in the playpen with him
and play with dolls, and finally let him suck my little cock. That I loved,
as I hadn't been allowed to touch myself for a while. Of course, it was all
to be used against the poor guy in a divorce proceeding. Yes, I had learned
to do things that I never thought I would have to ever learn! I also
realized that Nanny was not my friend, or lover, but a well paid employee,
and sometime lover of my wife. I also learned that Connie and her lover,
Mark, no
 longer lived in the house. The upstairs had been converted into a video
studio and office, and the rest of the downstairs was more like a reception
lounge than a living room. That little fact, a forgotten degree, and Connie
pushing things a bit too far were all to conspire in my escape from hell.

     "Nanny" was in thrall to my wife. As her lover and well paid employee,
she not only enjoyed Connie's body almost as often as Mark, but she was
well compensated for humiliating me, something she seemed to enjoy as
well. Wet nurse to a big sissy baby seemed to be fun for her, until one
weekend, about 9 or 10 weeks after the whole thing got started. It was
another session of "Baby Emily plays potty for master," as another customer
got off on pissing in and on me. This one had me kneel on the patio,
dressed in my little girl frillies while he first pissed in my mouth, and
then all over me. After Nanny got me cleaned up, and he drank some more
beer, who should show up in my chamber of horror, but Connie and Mark. The
next thing I knew was that both Nanny and I were tied up, rings gags in,
and standing in for a urinal. Mark then tied us both over the end of the
bed, so that the current master, and another playmate, could fuck us both
in the ass. I was dressed as a little school girl, in a short plaid skirt,
white satin blouse, navy blue nylon panties with white lace around the leg
openings, knee high white nylon socks, and black Mary Jane shoes, and to my
great surprise, Nanny was in an identical costume, both of us gagged and
bound tight. That afternoon was the beginning of the end, so to speak.

     After tucking me into my locking crib, Nanny produced a bottle of wine
and sat in the dark in the rocking chair, drinking and thinking. She must
have been half in the bag, because she began to rail against Connie and the
way she had been used that day. "That was never part of our agreement!" she
fumed, and the more of the wine she drank, the more angry and morose she
became. I told her to hush (although my voice was muffled by the nightly
NUK size 5 pacifier that was tied tightly into my mouth) because the video
would pick up what she was saying. Drunkenly, she admitted that the video
was turned off at night, as Connie already had footage of me tied into my
sleeper, and lashed into a locking crib like a bad baby girl. This then,
was the start of my plan. Over the course of the next week or so, I talked
to Nanny each evening, and emphasized the point that Connie only cared
about herself, and that there was probably good video footage of Nanny
 performing sex acts that were either out on the web for sale, or soon
would be. Nanny, who finally told me her name was Heather, informed me that
Connie was doing the editing on four videos of me that were going to go on
sale next month. She was not too happy to hear that she might be starring
in some of them, as again, that was not part of the agreement. "Come on," I
asked her, "Do you really think she would pass up selling video of you
nursing me, or you bathing me, or the time you made love to me? How about
last weekend when you were my water sports partner? That crap would be too
good to pass up for her and her greedy lover." "What could I do about it,"
she whispered. "I don't know anything about computers, and that's where it
all is." It was then that I informed her that I also held a Master's degree
in computer programming, and that even though I hadn't worked in the
computer field since gaining my Master's in mechanical engineering, I still
knew my way around a PC.

     For the next four nights, anyone watching us would have seen a strange
sight. A man in a pink nightgown, girly long hair, and shod in high heeled
pink mules, accompanied by a very sexy French maid, would make their way
out of the nursery, and up the stairs to the office area. I found that
Connie hadn't even encrypted the data I sought, thinking that I would never
learn it was there, nor ever be able to get up the stairs to access it. I
started small, and placed a worm in the system to corrupt all video files
if they were accessed. That took almost 4 hours of the first night, and was
about all I could accomplish. The next night, I stumbled on Connie's
financial information. The thought hit me that she only had a power of
attorney, and I could still access my money! I began by moving a very small
amount to an old "secret" saving's account that I still had open in another
bank. Ironically, I had opened this account when we got married so that I
 could hide some money to buy Connie presents! When I saw that the
transaction went through, I knew I had a new plan of attack.

     I had a dedicated co-conspirator by the end of the next week. Another
day, and another "Master" to please. Again, against her will, Nanny Heather
was a part of this scenario. Again it was a little girl Emily, not Baby
Emily that I playing. This time, I was wearing a little sundress over my
pink ribbon and lace trimmed white satin training bra and panties. My hair
was in ponytails, and I had the inevitable ankle socks and Mary Jane's on
my feet. I was led out into the back yard, clutching a dolly, and told that
I had a very special play mate coming. I heard a noise, and saw a man
leading a pair of huge rottweiler dogs on a leash. I had a very bad feeling
about this. The dogs were let off the lead, and I was told to stand still,
and let the dogs sniff me. I didn't move, and soon learned that these dogs
were pretty friendly. Just how friendly, I would learn in a few minutes. I
spent a few minutes playing with the dogs, all the while being video
 taped, and finally, we all went inside. Nanny was there, in the living
room, dressed in her maid outfit. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, and
tied down over an ottoman. A spreader bar was between my ankles, and my
thighs and wrists were tied to the heavy leather ottoman's
legs.
                With my pantied bottom in the air, I had a pretty good idea
of what would happen next. What did happen was that Nanny found herself
tied up right beside me on the other matching ottoman. Both of had a ball
gag shoved into our mouths, and these were buckled very tightly behind our
heads. Both of our panties were pulled down, and two huge dogs, their front
paws in some sort of socks to keep from scratching us, mounted us both and
began to fuck our bottoms! I was crying with the pain and humiliation of it
all. As the big dog cock formed a knot in my poor abused bottom, and the
dog tried to pull away, I screamed with the horrible pain, and happened to
look over at Nanny. Her face was red, and she seemed on the verge of tears,
too, but she was holding them back with a great effort. I found out a bit
later that she more consumed by anger than any other emotion

     I learned that night that Nanny was officially tired of "this shit."
She had finally realized, as had I, that Connie was nothing but a
manipulative witch, who only wanted the best for Connie, the hell with
anyone else. The next day was Heather's day off, and she went down to see
an attorney, and with a few pen strokes that night, and Heather putting a
heavy envelope in the mail by the light of the moon, she was now the owner
of the house where I was held captive. While she was off mailing the deed,
I downloaded all the video files, bypassing my worm, to newly opened home
page, where I could recover them later. I wanted to keep them for legal
reasons, and, I have to admit, being in sissy girly clothing turned me on
like you would not believe! I guess this was partly as a result of the
hypnosis, but maybe I had always had this desire. Anyway, I wanted to keep
some videos to watch myself. The next step was to transfer all but about
ten thousand dollars to my own account. I left that much there so that when
either Mark or Connie tried to use an atm or check card, there would be
enough money in there to work, and keep them in the dark for at least a few
more days. Just a bit more time and our plan would pay off.

     The rest of the week was a drag, or at least I was in drag! (I know,
bad pun!) I had three "clients" that week that all wanted either a
schoolgirl or a girl in her party dress, or other virginal visions. I hate
to admit this, but I really enjoyed dressing in silk, satin, and lace, and
the thought of a fat cock in my mouth made me salivate. Was I turning gay?
Was I bi?  Shit, what the hell was I becoming? I had started out as a very
straight man, then started wearing lingerie just for sex with my wife, and
now I was being pimped out to anyone who wanted what I had to offer, and
could pay the freight! Thursday of that week, I had two male clients, and
found myself handcuffed in my "best" pink party dress, and draped over an
ottoman, with one cock up my bottom, and another in my mouth. I think that
I enjoyed the session as much as, or more than they did! I was as hard as a
rock and my little nipples were just as rigid!

     Finally, it was Heather's day off again, and the time to finish it all
was at hand. A call to a local locksmith was made from a pay phone in town,
and he showed up just a few minutes after Heather got home and unlocked my
crib and let me out of the locking nightie-bag. She had just finished
putting a new diaper on me, and was sliding on my plastic panties when the
doorbell rang. Taking me by the hand, she went to answer it. The locksmith
was a bit surprised to see Heather in a Maid's outfit and to see her with
man in a pink satin baby doll nightie, along with diapers, plastic pants,
pink satin mittens on his hands, and a pacifier tied in his mouth. We had
to do this, just in case Connie showed up. Of course, by now, dressing like
this was getting to be not only normal, but I was actually enjoying being
babied! While he got to work changing all the locks, Heather calmly sat in
what was once my living room, and gave me what would be my last session of
nursing at her beautiful breasts. It only took him 2 hours to change all
the locks, and with that, we were ready for the end of all of this. Of
course, it ended up with a lot of yelling, threats, and such, but legally,
we held all the cards. I retained a lawyer and ended up by giving Connie
possession of not only the condo that she had bought, but the boutique that
she had just purchased. She also kept the ten thousand dollars, but I had
the last laugh when she found out that Mark up and ran away with all but
fifty bucks! He also took a bunch of her jewelry, her TV, and a few nice
little pieces of bric-a-brac. Serves the witch right!  Heather got to keep
the house and all the furniture, plus I gave her twenty thousand dollars
for her help. So, what happened to me?

     Well, I had Heather go into town for me and buy me some men's
clothing. I still wore lingerie under them, but went out and bought a home
in another state, and also a condo in the next city. Here, I stashed my
huge girly wardrobe in the oversized walk-in closet, and decorated the
whole place in a very girly style. My modest little house was as normal as
normal could be, and I only kept a few pairs of panties, a couple nighties,
and such there. I could now lead two lives, and have enough money to enjoy
myself.. I went on cruises as Emily, and had so much fun! I went to all
sorts of bars and clubs, some of which I watched, and others...well... I
finally decided to open a store that catered to men who wanted to express
their more feminine side, and hired "Emily" to work there for me! Quite a
few men have been very shy and nervous when they came in, and really
loosened up when they found a man dressed as a little girl, who was ready
and willing to help them realize their fantasies. Sometimes, ALL of their
fantasies! But, that might be another story...