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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 2
By Deewet
Mrs. Cage held her hands to her mouth in silent surprise. Although it
wasn't my fault to be riding this horse, I felt guilty and ashamed, as
if my mother caught me doing something bad.
Without a word, she strode over and smacked Mr. Cage in the face. She
lowered his head and she hit him again. I was terrified on what she
might do to me.
Mr. Cage hurried from the room and I closed my eyes as Mrs. Cage came
over to my horse. I opened my eyes when I heard a drawer open and was
caught by surprise when she took my wrist and clamped them behind my
back in handcuffs.
"This should keep you from trouble while I deal with your father," she
said.
She left the room. With my hands bound, I was completely helpless to
remove myself from the dildo lodged in me. Despite my shame and fear,
while I waited for her to return and release me, I became focused on
the dildo filling and trapping me.
I leaned back on the horse, trying to relieve some of the pressure from
the dildo. When I did, the horse rocked forward and the dildo moved in
me, caressing something inside me I never knew existed. I swooned with
pleasure and began to rock the horse more, moving my body opposite the
motion of the horse. My little penis grew excited from the anal
stimulation and the rubbing against the front of my shiny pink satin
panties.
My face and hands grew numb and I felt as if I were floating when the
soft waves of an orgasm flowed out of my penis and across the penis in
my butt. This wasn't an explosive orgasm of a man, but something so
different that tears flowed down my cheeks. I came so softly that my
cum oozed from me to fill my panties not shot out in the usual manner.
Not long after I finished, Mrs. Cage came back in the room, alone
without Mr. Cage. Silently she released my cuffed wrists and helped me
off the horse. I don't think she noticed my wet panties, but I'd know
she'd see them when I was put back into diapers.
She took me back to the nursery and up on the changing table. I felt
the heat of embarrassment - wearing little girl clothes, it was a
wonder I could still be embarrassed -- when she saw my wet panties.
"It's not you fault," she said softly. "You're just a sissy baby who
can't control her body."
I was so relieved she wasn't mad at me that I fell more into submission
to her. She replaced my soiled panties with a fluffy diaper and plastic
pants with baby block print. I think I actually cooed when she pushed
the pacifier in my mouth.
She took off my dress and replaced it with a flowery bubble romper.
My cooing brought a big smile to Mrs. Cage's face and she kissed me on
the forehead. I was so glad she wasn't mad at me for the horse incident
and hoped she wouldn't find out about the oral sex I performed on Mr.
Cage at night. I also wondered what to do if he showed up at my crib
again.
The romper was plastic lined and very noisy as she carried me out of
the room. Underneath the top of the romper, she has put me in a pink
shirt adorned with little kittens. The sleeves to the shirt were short
and puffy. She had put my feet in pink lined ruffled socks and shiny
black Mary-Jane shoes. I felt so girlish.
I was hungry and was very delighted when she carried me into the
kitchen and put me in the large high chair. Before she went to get my
breakfast, she secured my wrist with straps attached to the seat of the
chair, making sure I was helpless and needed to be fed.
The food consisted of almost tasteless baby food, but I was so hungry,
I took the spoons of food as fast as she fed them to me. Luckily, she
had put a large plastic bib on me, because things became a little
messy. For some reason, my mouth seemed to be clumsy and I kept trying
to suck at the food as if I were sucking a bottle.
While she fed me, I noticed for the first time the web cam on the
counter. She saw my eyes and smiled. "Everything is being shown live on
our web site," she whispered. "You are becoming quite a hit."
This made me uneasy and at the same time excited. I wondered about the
people paying to see a small man, dressed as a little girl, being fed
by a hot woman. Deep inside, a nagging fear chewed at me. This was
going very fast and my past life seemed so far away already. I worried
about my being trapped as an adult baby.
Then something happened to make me worry more. I'd just felt a few
cramps and nothing more, except when Mrs. B lifted me from the
highchair after cleaning me off, I felt something wet and squishy in
the back of my diaper. The slight odor told me that I'd soiled my
diaper without knowing it. Somehow, my control had left me to such an
extent that the wet poop had come out while I ate.
This scared me. What if I was loosing all control and could never be
without diapers and plastic pants. I'd be totally dependent on the
Cages.
My soiled diaper didn't seem to offend or surprise Mrs. Cage. She took
me to my nursery and replaced my smelly cloth diaper with a large
disposable diaper that looked just like Pampers. She taped me tightly
in the diaper and pulled up my noisy plastic pants and snapped closed
the crotch of my romper.
I wondered about the disposable diaper until she put a pink little
sweater over my romper and carried me out the front door. The cool air
and my fear of being seen outside made me pee my diaper. I squirmed to
go back inside, but a sharp slap to my thigh made me stop.
"Now stop that," Mrs. Cage said. "I need to take you to the doctor and
I want to show you off to my girlfriends."
I started protesting around my pacifier.
"If you don't behave, I have a nice travel bag that you can travel in."
I should have headed her warning but I didn't want to visit a doctor or
anyone else dressed as a baby girl.
I still held my pacifier out of my mouth as I protested more, but I
should have realized that standing in thick wet diapers ballooning out
my yellow plastic lined romper didn't give me much presence to argue.
Without saying another word, Mrs. Cage took my hand and pulled me back
in the house, her face red with anger. I grew scared. She had never
been angry with me before and I was afraid of what she might do to me.
I quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth, hoping that would appease
her anger.
Roughly she took me down the steps and into a place I hadn't been to
before. It was a heavy paneled room with benches and other padded
things on the floor. On the paneled walls hung leather straps and other
items I didn't recognize. What I did recognized was Mr. Cage bound in a
tight vinyl bag on a table, his mouth stuffed with a huge ball gag, and
his eyes blindfolded.
"Does baby want to grow up and spend time in here?" Mrs. Cage shouted
to me. "Would you like if I took Mr. Cage out of his hot bag and put
you in it for our trip."
I could believe myself, but I started crying. The tears came so easily
and I wanted so much to stay a baby and not be punished in this cruel
looking place. Mr. Cage had to have heard us. He began squirming in his
bag, moaning around the cruel gag in his mouth. No doubt, he was being
punished for what he did to me on the horse.
I shook my head as I continued sobbing. Her face softened and she
hugged me. "Don't worry, you're my little baby girl and this place is
for daddy when he is bad. Would you like to punish daddy for making you
sit on that mean horse."
She placed a remote control device in my little hand. "Turn the knob,"
she instructed me. I obeyed and a buzzing sound came from Mr. Cage
bagged body. His moaning grew louder and he squirmed like a worm on the
table.
"He's enjoying a little toy up his hole." Mrs. Cage smiled. "Well, not
exactly a little toy." She wiped the tears from my cheeks. "Would it be
better if I let you dress like an older girl?"
I nodded. At least I'd have a chance of not standing out like I would
in a diapered romper.
"You'll still need to be diapered," she reminded me. "Your control
doesn't seem to be very good and we don't want any accidents."
Mrs. Cage took me upstairs to her bedroom. I laid on her giant bed as
she removed my sweater, blouse and romper, leaving me with just my
plastic covered diapers and ever present pacifier. I hoped I wouldn't
have to suck on this while we were out.
"I'll be right back," she said, leaving the bedroom. While she was
gone, I thought about the dungeon and Mr. Cage. How did the Cage's get
started doing on these strange things and I wondered how many other
people out there in the world had hidden places in their houses.
Then I began to worry about her saying something about a doctor. What
was happening to me? Was I falling deeper into a world I could never
escape?
She returned with a pink tee shirt and pleated skirt, not unlike I
remember cheerleaders wearing. She also had a bra and black tights for
me to wear.
I sat up while she put the bra on me. It felt strange with the thin
straps on my shoulders. In the cups of the bra she stuff two small
jelly filled sacs. "We don't want you too big since you'll be
pretending your fourteen," she said. When she finished dressing me, I
looked like a fourteen year-old girl, except most fourteen year-old
aren't wearing a wet disposable diaper and plastic pants under their
skirts.
She put my hair into a ponytail, one of those that stick up from the
back of your head and bounces when you walk. I wore flat shoes.
I felt so strange going outside to her BMW, but I wasn't scared. I let
myself become a girl in my mind and forget that I was twenty and male.
Without the pacifier in my mouth, I could talk, but I was scared to
try.
She pulled the car from the driveway and we were off.
Since the first time I came through here, I was bound and blindfolded;
I tried to get a feel about where the house was. We drove down a long
gravel driveway that wound through thick trees, making me realize the
privacy of the Cage's place and the uselessness of me ever thinking to
escape.
The main road was a four-lane highway busy with lots of trucks. I
glanced over at cars as we passed them, trying to see if anyone seemed
suspicious of me being a real girl. I got no surprised looks and
several second glances and smiles from boys and men in the cars. I
couldn't believe how good I felt about getting the attention from men.
Mrs. Cage smiled at me and silently drove us to our first stop.
She pulled off the main road to a tree-lined street of very big older
houses. We stopped in front of one of the nicest houses on the street.
"Can you grab the diaper bag from the back seat?" Mrs. Cage asked me.
"My diaper's dry," I said.
She smiled. "You know that you can't control yourself and we might need
a change before we leave the doctors."
"Why do I need a doctor?"
Mrs. Cage put her finger to my mouth. "I think I need to keep that
little mouth full so baby can't asked big people questions."
I remained quiet, and took out the heavy, full diaper bag from the bag
seat and followed her to the office of Dr. Hillery.
Actually, it was more like a baby's room than an office. I noticed a
large playpen in the middle of the room and baby toys on the top of the
doctor's desk. There was a plastic mat covering a long examination
table. I noticed that the windows in the room were shuddered.
I became very nervous and without warning, a warm stream of pee flowed
down the front of my diaper to pool around my little balls.
"Why is she dressed as a young lady," said a voice from behind us. I
turned to see a very big, very stern looking woman in a doctor's lab
coat.
Mrs. Cage giggled. "She was afraid someone would see her."
The woman held out her hand to me and commanded. "Come here child."
"Go on," nudged Mrs. Cage.
I hesitantly took the woman's hand. It dwarfed my little hand. "Let's
get you out of those clothes and up on my table," she said, leading me
over to the examination table. My diaper crinkled loudly in the room.
"Well, at least she's still diapered."
"Our little one has to be diapered all the time."
"Already?" questioned the doctor. "Seems like she'll be no problem for
you two." She turned me around to unbutton zip my skirt. "How's Mr.
Cage doing?"
"He's tied up at the moment for some naughtiness."
The woman laughed. A big bear sounding laugh. "I bet he was naughty
with this cute little thing."
She let my skirt slide down and then effortlessly lifted me onto the
plastic covered table. It combined with my diaper, made lots of noise
whenever I moved. They took off my shoes and tights, leaving me sitting
there in plastic pants and blouse.
Suddenly, I smelled shit and realized I'd done it again without
knowing.
"Why don't you change her, while I get ready," said the doctor.
Ready for what, rang through my mind, while Mrs. Cage undid my soiled
diaper. I looked away at the wall, scared of what was happening.
They didn't put a diaper back on me, instead draping a thick cloth
across the front on me. The doctor came over and pushed a leather
fronted, soft rubber sac in my mouth, which she pulled tight to my face
with a strap around my head. At first, I thought it was a strange gag
since the sac didn't fill my mouth, but then she attached a hand pump
to the front and filled the sac with air. When she was finished, the
sac painfully bulged out my cheeks and no sound could come from me
except very muffled moans.
Next, they took my arms and strapped them to the table. I hadn't notice
the stirrups until she took them from the side of the table and locked
them in place. I couldn't fight any of this as they put my bare feet in
the stirrups.
My breathing came quickly as I grew more scared. I worried that maybe
they were going to castrate me or something. I never felt so exposed
and helpless, unable to stop them or even protest with the inflated gag
filling my mouth.
The doctor moved to the far end of the table and I felt her rubber-
gloved fingers probing my hole. Then she took a needle and began making
injections around the hole. "This will now making it impossible for her
to hold anything from empting into her diaper."
I moaned. Was I bound to diapers the rest of my life? I thought about
my short time dressed as an older girl and the flirtatious looks from
the men driving by our car. What would they think if I always smelled
like poop?
After she finished with my hole, she told Mrs. Cage that only a plug
could keep me from soiling. As she talked, she reached over and pulled
out two tampons from a drawer. "Let's put these in before she has an
accident.
I looked at the ceiling as I heard the paper coverings to the tampons
rip. She must have put Vaseline on them because they were cold against
my hole. The first went in easy, but she had to push harder for the
second. "Just squirt some water in to get them to swell and she's
plugged." I felt something wet hit the inside of me, and the tampons
swelled, closing off my butt hole.
Next, the doctor started fooling with my penis. This upset me and I
started to rise, forgetting I was strapped tightly to the table. Mrs.
Cage came over and stroked my face, telling me everything was going to
be okay. That the doctor was just fixing it so I'd never have to worry
about using the bathroom. She assured me how nice it will be to never
need to rush to the bathroom, to feel that building pressure.
I cried out in my gag at a sharp pinch deep in my groin. "That wasn't
so bad?" Mrs. Cage softly said to me, wiping my tears as I cried. I
knew then that she had made sure I was stuck in diapers. That I'd no
longer be able to wear regular underwear or clothes. That I'd always be
pinned or taped in thick diapers, bound to the Cages in helplessness.
They took my feet from the stirrups and I was soon pinned into a think
cloth diaper. My head was in a daze over what occurred. This was no
longer a summer time game. I'm never going to be able to wear regular
underwear.
I spent the rest of the day and the following weeks in a daze. They
decided to dress me in only my shirt after the doctor finished without
the skirt, leaving the puffy diaper and plastic pants completely
exposed. I didn't care as my diaper became soaked without me being able
to do anything to stop the flow.
They removed my gag and bindings, all the time, Mrs. Cage talking
softly to me. I lowered my eyes and didn't resist as she led me from
the office and outside to the car where everyone could see my shame. I
don't really remember much from the next stop at the beauty shop, only
the soft giggling around me and the baby bottle of milk I drank while
the tight curlers in my hair set.
During the following weeks, I found myself withdrawing from the world
as my universe shrank to diaper changes, pretty dresses and baby
bottles. I found I didn't miss the world, it had never been nice to me
and Mrs. Cage kept me safe and fed. I didn't feel any embarrassment as
her friends stopped by and Mrs. Cage played dress up with me. I paraded
out to show her friends, waddling in my thick diapers, dressed in short
dresses and full petticoats.
After the next several trips to the doctor's, I kept losing more
control of my body. Soiling my diaper wasn't an option; I wet and
pooped without any ability to slow the process. My bladder would empty
with the only clue to me being a warmth spreading in my diaper and
then, I became so used to being a baby that I couldn't remember how it
felt to have an urge to hurry to the bathroom.
My mouth seemed to become sluggish and soon I could only eat soft baby
food and drink from a bottle. If I tried to drink from a glass, the
liquid spilled around my lips. I also had to be sucking on something. A
rising panic swelled in me if my mouth was empty.
My leg muscles grew soft and I found if I tried to run -- not an easy
thing in thick diapers and Mary Jane shoes -- I'd stumble and fall.
With my diet of baby food and bottles, my weight dropped and soon, I
never bothered to walk much. Instead, Mrs. Cage or her friends would
carry me.
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