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Mummy takes Control by Stuart Rogers "I use a lock that has no key, bind you with chains.. that no one else can see." "I'll pull your arms tight behind your back, use my self as weight, ... and wonder while you fade." The Great Escape - Moby It was a Saturday morning and I was shopping in a supermarket about 40 miles from my home. I had selected, as nonchalantly as possible, several items from the baby products aisle and was placing a toddlers training cup in my basket when a young woman brushed past me, catching my bottom with her trolley. As the plastic under my trousers crackled I looked at her sheepishly, sure that she would be aware of what I was wearing beneath my trousers. She looked at my padded behind in a curious way and carried on up the aisle. Relieved that she hadn't said anything, I took a packet of dummies from the rack, added them to the collection in my basket and completed the rest of my shopping. As I moved to the checkouts, I noticed that there was only one till open and that the woman who had hit me with her trolley was at the end of that queue. I had little option but to stand behind her. She was very attractive, quite petite and with a lovely figure which was accentuated by the black silk blouse and the long fitted leather skirt she was wearing. A black silk scarf was tied rakishly around her neck. She turned and smiled at me as she unloaded her shopping onto the belt. As the checkout girl scanned her purchases the woman leaned past me as though to get a magazine from a rack, with her other hand she squeezed the back of my trousers. She now knew for sure I was wearing a nappy and her smile turned to a grin. I was acutely embarrassed and felt myself turning red. She noted my flushed cheeks and worried look and leaned over to me whispering in my ear, "Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." I stood in a daze as she packed her groceries and paid for them and then stood at the end of the conveyor waiting for me. As my things were passed by the scanner the young woman began packing them for me, taking special interest in the items I had bought from the baby aisle. She placed my purchases in to her trolley. I paid for my things and went to retrieve them, but the woman placed her hand gently on mine. "Look I'm sorry for embarrassing you, let me buy you a drink in the cafe," she said. "Thank you, but you really don't have to ...," I started to reply. "I insist, come on" and she walked off leaving me no option but to follow. As we entered the cafeteria section of the shop she pointed to the one remaining empty table. "You go and sit down at the table and I'll bring us something across." She had an air of authority about her and I meekly did as I was told pushing the shopping trolley across to the table. She joined me a few minutes later, placing a tray on the table and waiting for me to move along the bench so that she could sit down next to me, effectively trapping me against the wall. She unloaded the tray placing a coffee in front of herself. All that remained on the tray was a small plastic container of orange squash. She took a straw and poked it through the cover before placing it in front of me. "Thank you," I said a bit taken aback that she had bought me orange juice. "Would you like it in your new sippy cup?" she asked in a matter of fact way. "No thank you," I responded and then added in a hurry .".. that ... is not for me it is for my nephew." She smiled at me and put her hand under the table and on to my crotch, squeezing the nappy. .".. and the dummies? ... and the feeding bottle? ... and the baby formula? There is no need to pretend, I am very broad minded. In fact I find it very interesting." "Tell me, do you ever wet your nappy?" she continued looking straight at my face. "Sometimes," I whispered, "but not often, ... please don't talk so loudly." She laughed. "Silly boy, no-one is listening, but I can talk much louder if I have to." There was a look on her face that left me in no doubt she was willing to carry out her threat. I was beginning to panic. "I want you do something for me," she said, "wet your nappy for me while we sit here. Can you do that?" "I don't know if I can, I don't find it easy," I said. "Well you'd better try hard then, or you'll find I can talk very loudly indeed." Her hand unzipped my fly and moved inside my trousers, grasping my penis through the nappy. After a minute or two I was able to relax myself enough to let out a trickle. She obviously felt the warmth. "Good boy, I want more though." The trickle strengthened into a flow and I began to worry that the nappy would not hold it all. "That was a very good boy. Now you can finish up your drinkie and we will go home and get you changed," she said. "It's OK, I can manage," I said. I was not looking forward to the hours drive home in a wet nappy, but was even more worried about the woman's motives. I couldn't imagine why she would want to change me. "Nonsense, I can't have you driving with a wet nappy, we need to get you cleaned up. Maybe I should ask this lady on the next table what she thinks." The woman on the next table was feeding a toddler who was sitting in a high chair. "I am sure that she will agree with me that wet nappies need to be changed as soon as possible" and then turned towards the woman and was obviously going to start speaking to her. "All right, I'll go with you," I said panicking. "Good boy, come on then." ________________________ She got up from the table and allowed me to get out. She pushed the trolley into the car park and I meekly followed. "Shall I drive behind you in my car?" I asked. "No, come in mine, I'll bring you back. There is only room for one car on my drive and there is no parking allowed on the road," she replied. I followed her to the back of a black BMW and helped her unload the trolley into the boot. She took out a rubber sheet and walked around to the rear near side door. Opening the door, she spread the sheet on the leather upholstery and invited me to get in. "Just in case you leak, we don't want your wee-wee marking Mummy's seats," she said with a wicked grin on her face. I sheepishly climbed in to the car. She took the seat belt and leaned across me to fasten me in. Her right arm rested behind me on the back of the seat and her face came very close to mine. The smell of her perfume filled my nose and her hair brushed against my cheek. Once she had secured the seat belt her left hand moved to my crotch and she squeezed the nappy. She turned her face towards me and kissed me on the forehead. Before I could respond she raised herself up and clicked the childproof lock on the door. "I can't have you jumping out when Mummy is driving can I?" and closed it, effectively locking me in. She walked around the car in climbed in to the driver's seat, put on her seat belt and started the engine. I felt trapped and was concerned by her repeated reference to herself as Mummy. The smell of the leather and her perfume surrounded me. My hands rubbed over the rubber sheet and in spite of my anxiety I felt somehow safe and secure. We didn't have to drive far. The car came to a halt on short gravel drive beside a delightful stone built detached house. The house was small and dwarfed by a large rocky outcrop that stood directly behind it. A narrow garden at the side of the house curved around between the cliff and the road. I moved to undo the seat belt but the woman saw me in the rear view mirror. "No, leave that for Mummy," she ordered and my arms dropped back on to the rubber sheet. "You sit there while I unload the car," she instructed me. I watched her as she got out of the car and opened the large wooden gate at the front of the house. She unlocked the front door and made several trips back to the car until all the shopping was transferred. As I watched her, I was struck by how beautiful she was. Her dark hair framed her delicate features, her immaculate, and obviously expensive, clothing covering a trim athletic body. Although I had some trepidation about the position I found myself in, part of me was excited at the prospect of her taking control. When the last of the shopping was taken out of the car, she shut the door to the house. She came round to the car door to let me out. Once again she leaned over me, this time pressing her cheek against mine as she unfastened the seat belt. "You'll soon be out of that nasty wet nappy darling, come on," she whispered in my ear. I got out of the car and stood next to her as she locked it and then held out her hand for me to hold. I followed her into the garden and down the path to the far end. A stone outbuilding stood there which matched the house but was even smaller. As we approached the door, she stopped and turned to face me and took hold of my other hand. She stood really close to me and her body pressed against mine. "I want to surprise you, so you will have to let me cover your eyes until we get inside, OK?" she said. It wasn't really a question; I knew she expected me to comply. She removed the silk scarf from around her neck and used it as a blindfold, wrapping it around my face. Her breasts pushed against me as she tightened it and tied it in a knot. She pulled the scarf down across my cheek and up above my eyebrows until she was satisfied I could see nothing. I heard a key turn in a lock and she held my hands to lead me through the door. Once inside the door closed behind us and was relocked. _______________________ "You just stand there while I undress you and hang up your clothes," she instructed. I nearly panicked and considered pulling off the blindfold and running, but I was also excited by what was happening and was enjoying submitting to this gorgeous woman. She slowly took off my jacket, tie and shirt, walking across the room after each item. I could hear the clicking of her stiletto heels on the wooden floor. When she returned her hands ran over my bare chest and stomach. I shivered in excitement. She placed her arms around me and pulled me to her. Her soft silk blouse caressed my chest and she pulled my face down till it was next to hers. I moved my arms to place them around her but was rewarded by her stepping backwards and slapping my face. "No, that's naughty. You just stand still and do as you are told. Is that understood?" she demanded. "Yes," I replied and received another slap. "Yes ... Mummy!" she corrected me in a stern voice. "Yes Mummy," I responded. "Good boy," she said softly. I felt her breath on my chest and then the warm moistness of her mouth on my nipples as she first gently sucked then nibbled each one in turn. I wriggled and groaned in pleasure and she laughed. "I am going to have so much fun with you," she said. I heard her move in front of me and felt her fingers working on my shoe laces. "Rest your hands on my shoulders while we take off your socks and shoes," she ordered. I lifted each foot in turn and placed my bare feet on the wooden floor. She then unclipped my trouser fastener and unzipped me. My trousers fell to the floor. She tapped each leg in turn and I lifted them to allow her to remove them. She stood up and took my shoes and trousers away. When she returned she walked around me, her clicking heels informing me of her slow and methodical progress. I sensed her looking at me from head to toe. She stopped directly behind me. "Left hand behind your back," she ordered. She held on to my hand and removed my watch. "You won't need this any more, watches are for big boys. You can wear this instead." I felt her fasten something soft around my wrist and tighten it in place. "Now your other hand behind your back." As I complied, she fastened a cuff around that one too. She then clipped the cuffs together and slowly walked round to my front. I tested my arms and found them securely restrained. My soaking nappy was now drooping under its unsupported weight. "Does baby want his nappy changing?" she asked. "Yes please," I replied and was rewarded by a slap. "You have to ask me nicely and remember my name," she instructed. "Please Mummy, will you change my nappy for me," I replied. "That's better baby. You stand there while I get ready for you." She walked across the room and I heard drawers opening and rustling of items. I then heard the unmistakable noise of her pulling on rubber gloves and snapping them into place. She walked back to me, placed her arms around me and pulled me to her. I felt a cold soft barrier between us that slid smoothly against my skin as she moved from side to side. "Mummy is wearing her changing apron and rubber gloves baby, can you feel them," she enquired. "Yes Mummy," I replied quickly, anxious to avoid another slap. She walked round to the back of me, placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed me gently forwards. As I shuffled my feet forwards I felt an obstruction in front of me. "That is your changing mat baby, kneel down then roll over onto your back," she instructed me. The cold surface was sticky beneath me and my arms dug into my back. She walked round the mat pushing my legs apart and kneeled down between them. She undid the strips of the soaking nappy and pulled it off. My genitals shrank as the cool air hit my wet body. "Ahh, look at baby's tiny tinkle!" she remarked. I then felt even colder as she wiped something around my lower body. Judging by the smell, I guessed it was baby wipes. When she was satisfied I was clean I felt her lean over and lower herself down on top of me. Her breasts pushed softly on to my chest and my penis was trapped between our two bodies. She rocked from side to side and I felt my penis growing erect. One of her hands moved to my face and a finger pushed against my lips. "Suck baby, suck Mummy's finger," and I opened my mouth to let it in, and sucked. She lay there for some time, rocking backwards and forwards, then from side to side, and in spite of the pain in my arms and back, I wanted her to stay there. "You like this don't you baby." As I opened my mouth to speak, another finger was pushed in. Unable to speak, I nodded. "I think you like the feel of Mummy's changing apron too, don't you baby?" I nodded again. "... and you love sucking on Mummy's fingers, don't you?" Again I nodded. She withdrew her fingers from my mouth. "So when you are good, Mummy will give you nice cuddles, but when you are naughty, what do you think will happen?" she asked. "I don't know Mummy," I replied. "Let me show you," and she pushed herself up off my body. "I want you to turn over on your tummy, and then get on to your knees and rest your head on the changing mat," she instructed me. I managed this with some difficulty as my restrained arms made movements difficult. She moved around to my side and shuffled her knees under me. Her hands stretched across and pulled me towards her. "Now push your legs out flat..." I did as I was told and ended up lying prostrate across her lap. Without warning she slapped my bottom painfully, a loud crack echoed around the room and my bottom stung. I let out a cry, as much from the shock as the pain. Then her hand descended again, and again, alternating cheeks and overlapping where she had slapped the time before. Again and again she slapped me until my bottom felt like it was on fire. I cried out but she carried on. As I wriggled to try and get free she held me firmly and maintained her rhythm. My tears were soaking in to the blindfold before she eventually stopped. "Now roll over towards me." As I did she cradled me in her arms and pulled my head to her breasts. "Are you going to be a good boy and do as Mummy tells you?" she asked "Yes Mummy," I replied. "Good, now you can have a lovely clean nappy on, slide off mummy's knees and lie on your changing mat." I lay on the mat as instructed. She pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. Something cold fell on my penis and I recoiled. The sweet sickly smell of baby lotion wafted up to my nose and she slowly massaged it around my penis and testicles. I relaxed back on to the mat savouring the delicious sensation. "Lift up your botty for Mummy baby," she instructed. As I lifted myself clear of the mat, she pushed a nappy under me and pressed me down on top of it. She pulled it tightly around me and fastened it into place. "Up again baby, Mummy is going to double nappy you to make sure everyone knows what you are wearing." I hesitated a bit too long and was rewarded by repeated slaps on the inside of my thighs. I quickly raised my bottom and another nappy was pushed underneath. Again she pressed me down and fastened the second nappy in place. The bulk was now really obvious between my legs and I was unable to push them together. "Now for your lovely panties, they are all pink, silky and lacey on the outside and lovely soft plastic on the inside. Feel them baby." Something soft and smooth was repeatedly dragged across my face. "Do I have to wear them Mummy?" I pleaded. "I've already got two nappies on." She then forced them over my head and pushed down the plastic over my mouth and nose, making it difficult for me to breath. "Do you want me to leave them on your face? Or would you like them on top of your nappies? And remember to ask me properly," she warned. "Please Mummy, I would like the panties on top of my nappies." "That's better, you have to learn not to question me, remember Mummy knows best." She removed the pants from my head, raised my feet and threaded them through the legs of the pants, they rustled as she pulled them up and I lifted my bottom to enable her to pull them into place. "Nearly done baby," she said. I felt her fastening something around my ankles and heard a click as they were locked together. "Roll over onto your tummy," she ordered me. As I complied she pulled my ankles up towards my bottom and fastened the wrist restraints to those around my ankles. That done she rolled me over on to my side. "Now baby, I'm going to let you see what sort of a pickle you have got yourself into." She kneeled down in front of me and unfastened the blindfold. As I opened my eyes, she filled my view. A transparent plastic apron covered her clothing and her rubber gloved hand began to stroke my cheek. Her other hand held a very large dummy which she pushed towards my face. "Look, this is so much nicer than those silly little ones you bought, and it even has a pretty pink ribbon on it. Open up for Mummy," she instructed. I knew I would get a slap if I didn't, so I slowly and reluctantly complied, allowing her to push the enormous teat into my mouth. She wrapped the ribbons around my neck and threaded them back through the ring of the dummy before tying it in a large double bow. "Suck it baby, suck your dummy!" she ordered me. "One last thing, just in case you dribble." She held up a large terry towelling bib that was backed in plastic and fastened it in place around my neck. "Now baby, welcome to your new home!" she said as she raised herself up and let me take in my surroundings. ____________________________ Although the building had looked small from the outside it must have been about fifteen feet square. Directly in front of me was a dressing mirror, angled downwards so that I could see my reflection. I looked in horror at the figure in the mirror. Voluminous pink silk pants covered in lace were wrapped around my lower body. The bib and dummy added to the ridiculous effect. 'Mummy' stood behind me obviously satisfied by what she saw. She raised her foot and rested it on my side, her stiletto heel digging in to me. My eyes were riveted to the picture in the mirror. "What do you think baby? Don't you look lovely?" I was unable to answer the rhetorical question due to the dummy that filled my mouth. "Mummy has been waiting for quite a while for her baby to come. I have been making your nursery for you and filling it full of lovely baby things. Now you are here, I am not going to let you go. Do you understand?" Now I really did begin to panic. "You lay there like a good baby while Mummy gets rid of your silly grown up clothes and sorts out the shopping." She picked a bin liner and dumped my clothes inside it before tying the top into a knot. "These are going straight in the dustbin; you won't be needing them any more." I struggled frantically but in vain, unable to free myself I desperately tried to plead with her not to take my clothes. All that came out of my mouth was a muffled stream of nonsense. "Silly baby, are you trying to tell Mummy something? You have a good look round, but don't you dare move!" she warned. She took the bag and left me alone in the room. It was then that I realised how helpless I was, I had allowed myself to be placed in a position that had made me totally dependant on her. I looked around the room and now had time to take in the details. It was furnished like a giant's nursery. On one wall was a cot, another had a highchair and a pushchair. The third wall was covered by a row of wardrobes and hanging rails. The final wall contained the door and a large picture window that was partly obscured by a set of vertical blinds. In front of the window stood a playpen, but one of the most intimidating pieces of furniture was a padded bench sitting in the middle of the room. Hanging on the side of it were some wicked looking leather straps and a cane. I was in no doubt what they were used for and longed to escape before they were used on me. All the furniture and equipment was big enough to accommodate a full grown man and I suspected the woman wanted me to use it all. Now that my clothes were gone I wondered what I could possibly wear if I managed to get out of the restraints. There was no way I would get far dressed as I was. The items on the hanging rails gave me little hope, all I could see were enormous silk party dresses covered in frills and lace and baby clothes. I would hardly be inconspicuous. _______________________ As it was, my preoccupation with escape was academic. I lay hogtied on the floor, my hands struggling to find and undo the clips and buckles that bound me. I had achieved nothing when the door opened and she returned. In her hand she held a large baby's bottle full of milk. She put it in a bottle warmer before coming over and standing astride me. Placing her hands on her hips she looked down at me. "I hope you haven't been trying to get away from Mummy, you wouldn't want to see me really cross. I am going to undo your legs and want you to shuffle across to the play pen OK?" she asked. I nodded and she leaned over and unfastened the clips that were hogtying me and helped me to sit up. I shuffled on my bottom across to the playpen and she opened a gate in its side to allow me to enter. She followed me and pushed me down onto my back. Hitching up her skirt, she lowered herself down until she was sitting on my chest with her knees either side of my head. She held my head firmly with her legs and gave me no choice but to look directly at her. "What do you think baby? What is it like to be Mummy's helpless infant?" I couldn't answer due to the dummy wedged in my moth. "You are mine now so you had better get used it. I can do anything I want to you and you have no choice." She pushed her apron over my face rubbing it from side to side before pressing it down. "There is no escape baby. You are my little toy, my little dolly to dress up and to feed. I might even take you out in your pram and show you off to the other Mummy's and you can do nothing about it." She pulled back the apron. "Peek a boo baby," and laughed hysterically at my expense. "I think it is time for your feed. Mummy has got a lovely bottle of milk for you, would you like that? You lay still will Mummy fetches it." She got up and brought back the bottle. She held it above my face; it had a large rubber teat that she squeezed releasing several drops onto my cheek. She then caressed it between her hands and held it to her breast. "Mummy is going to take out your dummy now darling and you will ask for your bottle, is that clear?" I nodded, and she undid the ribbon holding the dummy in place and removed it from my mouth. "Can I have the milk please Mummy" I asked. "Oh darling, that isn't any where near good enough," she said looking very disappointed. "This is baby's special 'Milky Bockle'. Remember you are Mummy's baby now so it is called a milky bockle. What is it called?" She asked. "A milky bockle Mummy." I replied. "Beg for it baby!" she instructed. "Please Mummy, can I have the milky bockle" I asked. "Try harder baby" she warned and her legs began to clamp tighter on my face. "Please, please Mummy, let me have my milky bockle." Her knees dug into my temples and her thighs squashed my cheeks. "Please, please, please, Mummy - baby wants his milky bockle," I pleaded frantically. She relaxed her grip slightly and lowered the teat of the bottle towards my lips. I opened my mouth and she rolled the teat around my lips. Drops of milk trickled into my mouth, before she pushed it home. I suckled on the teat filling my mouth with the warm sweet milk before swallowing it down. "Good baby" she cooed, "drink it all up for Mummy." __________ When the milk was finished, she pushed the dummy back in my mouth and secured it before getting up and opening the gate on the play pen. "Come on baby follow Mummy on your botty," she instructed me. I shuffled along behind her as she walked to the cot. She lowered the side and gestured for me to get in. I felt the plastic sheet under me and wondered what was coming next. "You belong to me now baby, so from now on you will wear a slave collar. But seeing as you are just a little sissy baby, I've got a lovely pink one for you." She held up an item that looked like a dog collar. It was made from soft leather and had D rings on its front and sides. She moved towards me to put it on and I struggled to get away. "Silly baby, you have just earned yourself 6 strokes with my paddle, do you want some more?" she asked. I knew she would get her way so let her fasten the collar around my neck. She took a small padlock and locked it in place. "Roll over onto your tummy," she instructed. She sat on my back and forced something over my hands. My fingers curled over as she pushed them into place and my hands became padded, immobilised, fists. She helped me to sit up and clipped the collar onto a lead fastened to the head of the cot. "I am going to unfasten your hands now baby. I want you to know that you are now locked to your cot and can not get out, so I hope you aren't going to try and do anything silly. Any resistance will be severely punished. But if you are a good baby there will be rewards later, do you understand?" I nodded my head. She sat across my lap and stretched her arms around my body, pulling my face to her breast. I felt her undo the clip and my arms sprang free. Leaning back she took each hand in turn, brought it around my body and clipped the cuffs to the D rings on the collar. "That was a very good baby; I can see that soon we won't have to tie you up at all." She held my face in her hands and kissed me on the forehead and then got out of the cot. "Lie back, it's time for your nap," she told me and helped me to lie down. "Roll on to your side facing the wall" she instructed me. As I did I felt her push something against my back. "Now roll onto your back again." And I ended up lying on the object. She pulled my legs apart, grabbed the bottom of the object and pulled it over my chest before fastening the top part to what I was lying on. "This is your sleeping splint baby; it keeps your legs apart and stops you from sitting up. Now we just need to sort out your feet." She unclipped the ankle restraints and fastened them to straps attached to the cot. With the splint in place and my hands and feet so severely restricted, there was nothing I could move more than a few inches. I took deep breaths to stop myself panicking as she pulled up the side of the cot and leaned over me. "You are all nice and safe in your cot, so Mummy is going to run a little errand." She held up my car keys. "Because my baby has no need for a car any more, I have got to go and find it in the Co-op car park and then get rid of it. Fortunately it has remote locking so all I have to do is push this button and it will let me know where it is. Before tea time, your car will be a hundred miles away and no one will ever be able to find you." I wriggled and struggled but was unable to get free. The dummy stopped me from yelling. "Oh sweety, anyone would think you didn't want to be my baby." ____________________ There must have been a sedative in the milk, no sooner had she left, than I found it impossible to keep my eyes open. It was getting dark when I finally woke and it took me time to gather my bearings. I had no idea what time it was when she eventually came back and leaned over the side of the cot. "All your grown up things are gone now baby. You have nothing apart from me and what is in this room." She watched my face for a reaction and I couldn't hide my dismay and fear. "You will soon get used to the idea and start behaving like the baby I want you to become. Have you been a good baby and done wee-wee's in your Nappy?" she asked. I shook my head. "Well you have 5 minutes or the six strokes of the strap I have promised you will become twelve," she added. I tried really hard but couldn't relieve myself. She watched me as I strained trying hard to please her. I sensed that she would punish me whatever I did. "Let Mummy have a look." She dropped the side of the cot and undid the splint. She pulled down the plastic pants and unfastened the strips on both nappies and opened them up. "Oh dear they are both still dry. It looks like Mummy will have to show you what to do." She climbed on to the cot and kneeled astride my lower body. Slowly and deliberately she hitched up her skirt to reveal white lace panties. She watched my face as her fingers pulled aside the gusset of the pants and she positioned herself directly above my penis. Then she started to wee on my penis and down onto the nappy, until it was drenched. She got off me and re fastened the nappies, rubbing them against my body. I knew I should feel disgusted by the degradation I had been subjected to, but somehow the excitement of what had happened outweighed it. She was right, she could do whatever she wanted with me. I now felt resigned to my fate. "Out of the cot, it is time for your punishment." She released my restraining straps and helped me to sit up and get out of the cot. "You will shuffle across to the corner on your wet nappy and stand there with your hands on your head. You WILL then wet your nappy and let me know when you are filling it. For every 5 minutes you keep me waiting I will add another two strokes - is that clear?" "Yes Mummy," I replied and felt the nappy squelch under me as I made my way to the corner. Once there I stood up facing the wall but was aware she was standing right behind, waiting for me to humiliate myself even more. The threat of extra strokes helped me to focus my mind and standing helped to overcome my innate conditioning to urinate in anything other than a toilet. "I'm wetting myself now Mummy," I was pleased to report after a very short while. She placed her hands around me and held on to the nappy. "Good baby! That wasn't so difficult was it?" "Turn around baby and walk to the spanking bench and lean over it." I suppose she was testing me. I was not restrained now and she was considerably smaller than me. I could have refused, I could even have overpowered her, but I didn't. Somehow it felt as though the punishment I was about to receive was justified, and that she had every right to administer it. I walked freely across to the bench and lay across it. Mummy fastened my ankles to rings on one side and my wrists to the other. Walking round to the side of the bench she lifted one of the straps and brought it down with a crack at the side of me. I cringed in fear. "Baby, you know that you deserve this, don't you?" she asked. "Yes Mummy," I replied. "You know that Mummy would prefer to give you kisses and cuddles, don't you?" she continued, bringing the strap down onto the bench again. "Yes Mummy," I replied anxiously. "Well don't make me do this again." "No Mummy," I replied. "OK baby get ready. You will receive twelve strokes. After each one you will say 'Sorry Mummy'. Is that clear?" "Yes Mummy," I replied. She grabbed hold of the top of the nappy and pulled it down, leaving my bottom exposed. I was now really worried about what was about to happen. I heard a swish and a burst of pain exploded on my rear end. "Ow!!! Sorry Mummy," I cried out. Then she hit me again, and the pain seemed to amplify. By the time she had reached 10 stokes I was really squirming. She stopped. "Stay still baby," she warned me. "You don't want me to miss and hit your legs do you?" "No Mummy, I'm sorry Mummy," and felt tears running down my cheeks as I began to sob. The final two strokes felt as though they were cutting in to me, but I was so relieved that it was over. I vowed, there and then, not to give Mummy cause to punish me again. From now on I would do whatever she wanted me to do. _____________________________ I lay across the bench with my bottom on fire. Mummy replaced the strap and stroked my raw behind. I heard her pulling on her rubber gloves and wondered what was coming next. I felt something cool and soothing being massaged in and the pain subsided to a tolerable level. "I think you are going to have a problem sitting down for a few days baby, you will just have to crawl and lie down instead," she said. She finished applying the lotion but left me secured to the bench. I next felt one of her fingers pushing against the entry to my anus. This caught me by surprise and I resisted by clamping the cheeks of my bottom together. I received a slap. "Relax baby, I will get my way." Her finger pushed again this time gaining entry. She was obviously lubricating my bottom, but I couldn't think why. The sensation wasn't unpleasant and I relaxed. Her finger moved backwards and forwards until I became used to the feeling. Then she pushed in two fingers and I felt my anus stretch uncomfortably. Again she moved them in and out, lubricating my bottom and stretching the opening. Her fingers withdrew and then I felt something large trying to push its way in. Again I tried to resist and Mummy slapped my behind twice. She forced the object in and I felt that it would tear me apart, then it appeared to pop into place and the pain subsided slightly. Mummy then undid the restraints and ordered me to crawl to the changing mat. As I started to move the object in my bottom began to vibrate. I stopped dead as the strange feeling seemed to take control of my body. Very quickly my penis rose to a hard erection and just as I was starting to enjoy it, it stopped. Mummy laughed at my reaction. "Is that nice baby?" she asked. "You are like Mummy's little remote control toy now, I can turn you on whenever I like." I turned round to look at her and saw she was holding a small control box. "Whenever I turn on your botty stopper, you will crawl to Mummy's feet and kiss them, do you understand?" "Yes Mummy," I replied. She pressed a button and the stopper began to vibrate. I crawled to her and began kissing her feet above her black patent stiletto shoes. "Kiss Mummy's shoes too," she instructed me and I complied without question. Mummy leaned over and stroked my head. "Good baby," she said softly. As I knelt at her feet, waves of pleasure emanated from the stopper, I felt protected and loved. A sense of well being and belonging descended on me. At that moment I didn't want to be anywhere else than at Mummy's feet. _________________ Mummy switched off the stopper. "That's enough for the moment, we need to get you protected and dressed. Crawl across to the mat and wait for Mummy," she ordered me. I lay on the mat and watched her getting ready to put me back in my nappies. She rubbed in the baby lotion and showered me with talc before fitting them in place. "I think I will dress you up as my little silk sissy. Won't that be nice baby?" "Yes Mummy," I replied She walked across to the hanging rails and began to sort through the party dresses, deciding which she would put me in to. She finally chose a pink silk dress which was covered in lace and ribbon trimmings. The dress stuck out due to the mass of underskirts that lay beneath it. She took it off the hangar to reveal a matching pair of pantaloons and a bonnet. I cringed at the thought of wearing the clothes, but knew that I mustn't show my displeasure. Mummy was so lovely when she was happy with me, but so cruel when she wasn't. "Aren't they beautiful clothes baby?" she asked. "Yes Mummy," I replied. "These pretty panties have their own plastic lining, so you won't have to wear separate plastic pants." She pulled them over my feet and up my legs. The top tucked in over the nappies and the bottoms reached down to my knees. As I moved they crackled noisily. "Hold up your hands while I put your dress on," she instructed me. She threaded my arms through the sleeves and dropped it over me. The soft fabric felt smooth and sensuous against my skin. Mummy zipped it up the back and stepped back to look at the result. "Perfect," she said. "All you need now is your bonnet and you will be my very own little Bo-Peep." She fastened the bonnet around my head and tied the ribbons below my chin in an enormous bow. "Stand up darling and look at yourself in the mirror, you are as pretty as a picture." I stood up and turned to the mirror and was stunned by how ridiculous I looked. Mummy stood next to me and fussed with the skirt and bonnet. "Aren't you pleased with what Mummy has done with you?" she asked. "Don't you love being Mummy's sissy baby?" Much as I hated my reflection in the mirror, particularly the ridiculous bonnet, the dress felt wonderful against my skin. I also relished the attention that I was receiving. "Yes Mummy, I love being your sissy." _______________________________ "Back on your knees and into your play pen baby," she instructed me. I obeyed without question. Mummy placed a doll next to me and told me to play with it. I was really struggling, how do you play with a doll? I wanted to please her and then thought that I would do to the doll what I would like her to do to me. She sat down in the nursing chair and began to read a magazine, occasionally looking over at me to see what I was doing. She seemed happy to see me cuddling the dolly and kissing it gently. After a while she picked up the remote control and switched on the botty stopper. I immediately put down the doll and crawled across to her. I now longed to worship her feet and kissed them slowly and gently. She carried on reading her magazine. "Take off my shoes baby, then you can kiss my toes." I prised off her shoes and lowered my face, kissing each toe in turn. The slightly musky odour filled my nose. "Seeing as you don't have your dummy, you can use my toes as your dummy, and take your time, there is no rush." I took her toes into my mouth and sucked each in turn, when I looked up I could see Mummy, but she ignored me as she read her magazine. To be in Mummy's presence and to be allowed to touch and kiss her, (even if it was only her feet) was heaven. Adding to that the sensations caused by the vibrator buzzing away inside me, my silk dress caressing me and the padded safety that came with being tucked up in my nappy. I was really happy. _______________________ Mummy eventually put her magazine down and turned off my vibrator. I didn't want it to stop, and reluctantly withdrew her toe from my mouth. As she stood up I kissed both of her feet and then waited for her to tell me what to do. "Let's start getting you ready for bed baby," Mummy said in a lovely soft voice. "On to your changing mat." I shuffled across to the mat, each time I moved the bruising on my bottom reminded me what would happen if I didn't do just as I was told. She undid my bonnet and dress and took them off. Then I lay down so that she could take off the silk pantaloons. Mummy pushed my dummy back in my mouth as she unfastened the nappies and took them off. "I will put your extra thick night time nappies on when you have had your tea. So for now you can just wear your plastic pants." She pulled a large pair of transparent pants up my legs and pulled them into place. Every time I moved, the soft plastic rubbed against my penis causing the most delicious feelings. Mummy smiled at me as she observed me shuffling about on the mat. "Because you have been trying so hard to please Mummy, I am going to give you a special treat with your bedtime bockle. But don't you dare touch your little winkie until I saw you can, do you understand baby?" I nodded. She took a bottle of baby oil, pulled down the top of the pants and squirted my penis liberally with the oil. Mummy handed me the doll as I lay on the mat. "Love your little dolly while Mummy gets your milky bockle ready," she instructed me. I lay on the mat cuddling the doll as Mummy prepared my bottle. She took it to the cot and placed it on a table at the side. "Put down your dolly and crawl to the cot, baby. Then climb in." I did as I was told and lay in the cot looking up at Mummy. I was surprised to see her take off her blouse to reveal a beautiful white lace bra. "Move across to the back of the cot, so Mummy can lie down next to you," she instructed me and then removed her bra. Her breasts were firm and milky white with dark brown aureole and firm nipples. I looked in amazement as she climbed into the cot next to me. She rested her back on the pillow and pulled me across so my head was nestled in her breasts. I didn't dare move, unable to believe what was happening. Mummy removed my dummy and picked up the bottle from the side of the bed, placing it in my mouth. "Now you can touch your little winkie baby, but don't rush, take your time." I was in heaven, I lay cradled in the arms of my beautiful Mummy, my face resting against her breasts and I very slowly massaged my well oiled penis through the plastic pants. I drank the milk very slowly, anxious to make the moment last as long as I could. When I was about half way down the bottle Mummy pulled it from my mouth and let drops fall on her breast. The drops rolled down and began to drip from her nipple. "Suckle on Mummy's nipple baby, very gently." I gratefully did as I was told, pulling her breast into my mouth and licking off the milk with my tongue. When the milk was gone, Mummy kept my head pulled against her breast and put down the bottle. She gently rocked me. "Now finish yourself off baby into your plastic pants." I carried on stroking myself, her breast in my mouth and her arms around me. When I came, I exploded in the plastic pants. "Good baby, you see Mummy can be very nice when you behave and do as you are told. Did baby enjoy his feed?" she asked. "Yes Mummy, it was wonderful," I replied. "Now it is baby's bed time," she said getting up from the cot. I lay in the cot in a wonderful daze. Mummy fussed about taking off the plastic pants, cleaning me, fitting me with clean nappies and plastic pants, before putting me into a terry towelling sleep suit. The sleeves of the suit ended in padded mittens, so I would find it difficult to get out, but at that moment that really didn't worry me. To make it even more difficult for me, Mummy fitted me back in the body splint before leaning over and kissing me. "Night night baby, see you in the morning," she said as she pushed my dummy back in my mouth. She pulled a cord on a musical mobile above my head, pulled up the side of the cot and left me to the relaxing lullaby. She left the room and locked the door. _______________________ I woke early, I could see small fluffy clouds drifting by the skylight in the vaulted ceiling. It looked like a beautiful day outside. I lay immobile in the cot, fully refreshed and wondering what the day would bring. I thought back to the previous evening. Lying next to Mummy, her arms around me pulling her to her, suckling on her breasts. It had been a magical experience and one that I longed to repeat. I had felt loved and protected. I now knew that the secret to making Mummy happy was to do as I was told without question. When Mummy was happy the rewards were well worth any humiliation, discomfort or embarrassment. My nappy was soaked. I had woken in the night dying to go to the toilet, but had found it extremely difficult to wet the nappy lying down. It had taken an hour before I was able to relieve myself and then I had drifted back off to sleep, certain that Mummy would be pleased with me. When the door was eventually unlocked I was happy to see Mummy. I was now looking forward to spending the day in her company, regardless of what she wanted to do to me. She carried a tray in to the room and placed it on the dressing table next to the highchair. She came across to the cot and dropped the bars at the side. Leaning over, she kissed me on the cheek. My heart skipped a beat. "Mummy is so pleased to see her little sissy baby. I hope I don't have to give you another big spanking." She undid the body splint and I lifted my body so that she could remove it. She then undid the poppers at the front of the babygro and pulled back the plastic pants to reveal my soaked nappy. "What a good baby! Let's get you up so you can have some breakfast then we will give you a lovely bath and change you for the day." She helped me to sit up and then get out of the cot. I knew what was expected of me and immediately sat down on the floor and shuffled along behind her as she walked to the highchair. She swung the table round so that I could climb in and fastened a plastic bib around my neck before locking the table back in place, trapping me in the high chair. Breakfast consisted of a scrambled egg with soldiers, a jar of banana and rice baby food and a baby's bottle of milk. Mummy fed me everything, but I still ended up with food all over my face. While I sat in the chair having my face wiped I thought briefly about my previous life and the changes that had occurred in one short day. From an independent adult with choices and responsibilities to someone who was dependant on, and controlled by, a beautiful woman. Mummy opened up the highchair and helped me down. ___________ Mummy fastened reins over my babygro and clipped the restraining cuffs on to the reins. She then pulled me towards the giant pushchair and I climbed in. The reins were fastened to the chair and the cuffs around my ankles clipped to the footrests. Mummy released the brake and pushed me to the door. I was not at all happy at the thought of going outside dressed as I was, but knew better than resist or question her. "Would you like Mummy to cover you up baby?" she asked. To say I was relieved would be an understatement. "Yes please Mummy," I replied. She took a nylon rain cover from under the push chair and fastened it in place. A hood covered my head and she pulled the drawstrings under my neck and tied them in a bow. She released the brake, opened the door and guided me out. The walk to the house was slow. Mummy took great delight in showing me the pretty flowers in the garden. Fortunately no pedestrians were walking on the footpath on the other side of the wall and the traffic moved swiftly by, so nobody observed me in the time it took to get to the house. As we got to the front door, Mummy passed it and paused at the gate. "It is such a lovely morning; perhaps we should go for a walk. What do you think baby?" She saw the horrified look on my face and laughed. "Well? Shall we go?" "If you want to Mummy," I replied, knowing full well I could do nothing to stop her. "Good baby, that's the right answer. Maybe after your bath and change." Then, to my relief, she pushed me back to the house. The front door opened straight into a tastefully furnished lounge. In one corner a wrought iron spiral staircase ascended to the next floor. Mummy removed the rain cover and unclipped the cuffs from the chair to allow me to get out. She then led me across to the staircase and slowly and carefully up the stairs. We entered a bedroom which contained a large single bed covered in a rubber sheet. Mummy removed my reins and helped me onto the bed. ________ I lay down and Mummy took each of my arms and legs in turn and fastened then to straps attached to the headboard and pushed a dummy in my mouth. She then removed my nappy and cleaned me up with baby wipes, before leaving me on the bed and moving through a door at the end of the room. When she returned she was carrying what looked like a hot water bottle with a rubber tube coming out of the stoppered end. She came across to the bed and hung it from a hook on the wall behind me. "Do you know what this is baby? It's called an enema. This will make sure that you don't do messes in your nappy. That can be really uncomfortable for you." I looked up at the bottle with trepidation, then watched Mummy as she put on a long pvc apron and pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. I wondered what would be most uncomfortable, a messy nappy or the enema, but it looked like I wasn't going to be given the choice. Mummy opened a jar of KY jelly and dipped in her finger, she scooped out a dollop and transferred it to my bottom, placing it on the entrance to my anus. Her finger pressed gently until it gained access and she repeatedly pushed it in and out. It brought back memories of the botty stopper the previous evening. This time, I was not bothered about the loss of control and just surrendered to the pleasurable sensation. I was sorry when she stopped, partly due to the stimulation, but mostly with worry about what was going to happen next. Mummy picked took the end of the tube and showed it to me. Connected to it was what looked like a botty stopper. She put more KY jelly on to her hands and rubbed it over the stopper before pushing it slowly into my bottom. I had learned my lesson from the previous evening and didn't try and resist, this time I felt only mild discomfort. "Now baby, I am not in any hurry so we can take as long as you like. Before we finish, all the water in the bottle will be inside you. You might feel uncomfortable as it goes in, so if you want me to stop just groan and we will take a rest, OK?" she said. I was getting worried now, I had never had an enema before and didn't know what to expect. Mummy reached for a clip on the tube and released it. I felt the warm liquid entering me and looked up at Mummy. I don't think I had ever felt as controlled. I was totally helpless and at her mercy, but at the same time trusted her completely. As the liquid began to fill me up a stabbing pain gripped me. I started to panic and groaned. Mummy immediately stopped the flow and tested the contents of the bag before gently massaging my stomach. "Just try and relax baby, it will be OK and you will feel much better. Just nod when you want me to start again." Slowly the cramping pain reduced. I felt the need to evacuate, but knew Mummy wouldn't let me up until the bag was empty. I nodded. Mummy released the valve again, but continued to massage my stomach. I had to get her to stop twice more before the bag was empty and she was happy. By now my stomach was fully distended and I was desperate to relieve myself. Mummy seemed in no great hurry, but fastened a clip on the tube entering the botty stopper, before disconnecting it from the bag. She undid my arms and legs and guided me off the bed and into a bathroom at the end of the room. I sat down on the toilet and waited for her to tell me to take out the botty stopper. "OK darling, you have been a big brave baby. You can go to the toilet now." I pulled out the stopper with great relief and emptied myself into the toilet. Mummy began to fill the bath and poured in bubble bath. It was embarrassing going to the toilet with someone else in the room, and even more embarrassing when Mummy left the bath, and told me to lean back. She stood next to me and pulled me to her, then leaned over and massaged my stomach again. The last remnants of the liquid and mess inside me filled the bowl. She took my hand and led me to the large cast iron bath which stood on brass clawed feet. It was filled to the top with bubbles. "Step in, but don't sit down yet," she instructed. The water was heavily perfumed and the bubbles caressed by legs. Mummy pulled out a necklace from her blouse and showed me a key hanging from the end. She used it to unlock my collar before removing it and placing it next to the bath. She then reached down into the bath with a jug, filled it and poured it over my genitals. She then took a bar of soap and a flannel and washed my lower half, paying particular attention to my bottom. She reached to the end of the bath and picked up a can of shaving foam. "It is not hygienic to have all this hair under your nappy, so we are going to have to get rid of it. Put your hands on your head." Without questioning I did as I was told. She rubbed the shaving foam into my pubic hair, my testicles and bottom. "Stand very still," she instructed me and then shaved me clean. "Now you can sit down baby." She worked up a lather on the flannel and washed my upper body and face. When she was happy that I was clean she popped a family of plastic ducks in the bath. "You play with these while I go and get your clothes ready for the day." She picked up my collar and left the bathroom. I could hear doors and drawers opening and wondered what she was getting ready for me. I also wondered what new indignities were coming my way, but frankly that didn't worry me. All I wanted was Mummy's attention and love. I lay in the bath with the plastic ducks bobbing up and down. Mummy returned and was splashing water over my chest with one hand and stroking my denuded genitals with the other. I looked up at her and smiled, feeling happier and more secure than I had felt in a long time. I sucked contentedly on my dummy as I soaked in her beauty. The water was getting cool when she finally pulled out the plug and told me to get up. As I stood, she wrapped a large fluffy towel around me and rubbed me dry. She prompted me to get out of the bath and guided me through into the bedroom. I was shocked and dismayed when I saw my suit, shirt and socks lying on the bed. My shoes stood on the floor next to the bed. "You don't have any pants," she said with a grin on her face, so you will have to wear these." She passed me a pair of pink plastic pants. "Get dressed and come downstairs for a coffee," she ordered me. I was dumbstruck. Mechanically and with a sinking heart I dressed myself in my adult clothes and walked down the spiral staircase to the lounge. Mummy sat in a leather settee and patted the cushion next to her. "Why Mummy?" I asked. She took my hand and replied, "Because I can. You were willing to give up everything and let me control your life, right?" she asked. "Yes Mummy," I replied. "You will let me do anything I want with you, right?" she continued. "Yes Mummy," I replied. "That is why; to me it is the challenge of gaining total control. I know you will come running to me if I call, I know that you will compare any of your future sexual experiences with this day and they will be a poor second best." "You will always remember this day and you will always want me. What more could a woman want?" "Please let me stay?" I begged. "Oh no darling, there are so many other men I need to put in their place." She leaned over and kissed me on my cheek. "You can keep this to remind you that you belong to me." She handed me my pink collar. "Drink up your coffee, it's time to go," she said gently. For the last time I did as she told me. I followed her out of the house to her car and stood by the rear near side door. She smiled and opened it for me and buckled me in with the seat belt. My car sat in the supermarket car park. She pulled up next to it and gave me the keys. "Your shopping is in the back, baby. Off you go." She pressed a button to release the boot lid and waited for me to get out and transfer the bags. As I closed her boot she drove off without even looking back.