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A Brother in Need, is a Sister Indeed! by Missy Satinpanties I've always been a sissy at heart. My father was wealthy, a drunk, and disappointed in me. I was not a good baseball player, a football star, or any kind of athlete, unless you counted a fair to middling game of tennis, which my father rated as a wimp playing a girl's game. Oh well. My early memories (the good ones, that is) seemed filled with my mother holding me on her lap. I can feel the soft material of her skirt, and see the lace of her bra though the blouse, and just the lacy edge of her slip as it crept out from beneath her skirt. I felt safe and loved when she held me, and safety and lace just seemed to go together. Fast-forward to my junior year in high-school. My mom had been dead for 4 years from a hit and run accident, and my father had climbed so far into the bottle that I rarely saw him. He would come home from work and get drunk, every night. Now, either no one in town knew, or no one cared; I'm not sure. You see, Dad owned his own company, and made a pretty fair chunk of money. We had a guy come by to do the lawn, and a lady to clean the house, and all that, so things looked okay from the outside. But to my sister Carol and me, things looked very dark and dreary. My sister Carol is 3 years and a few months older than I am, although since I have such a puny body (according to Dad), we are within a half- inch of each other in height, and built about the same, except Carol looks a lot prettier without clothes. (I peeked!) As for me, I'm right at 5'5" tall, and weight about 135 pounds. My hair is just a bit darker than folks would call honey-blonde, although that's the color it turns in the summer. I have hazel eyes, with long lashes, that Carol always said should have been her's. Carol looks so much like me, that folks think we're twins. As I said, I associated soft lacy things with safety, and after Mom died, I took a couple of slips from her room. Many nights found me holding a slip like a baby blanket, and crying myself to sleep. I had some nights that were unbearable. A bad day at school, followed by a drunken berating, or a beating, from Dad, and I would be in bed, clutching that smooth nylon slip, and crying myself to sleep. That's what I was doing when Carol came in my room. She had come home from college for a few days of her spring break, and had a day like mine and wanted to talk, which was pretty rare. She just stood there in her little pale blue baby-doll nightie, and watched me cry, then came over to the bed, sat down, and pulled my head to her shoulder, and held me like a baby. We both stayed like that for a long time, as I cried for mommy, holding her tightly as she rubbed my back and made little noises in my ear, like a mother comforting a baby. Finally, I was all cried out, and we talked for almost 4 hours about Mom, Dad, our family, and our feelings. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, I confessed to my deepest darkest secret. I had worn mom's slips, and found out that I liked to wear panties! They made me feel soft, and somehow secure, like a little baby. I had even borrowed some of Carol's things, and swiped a few things from friend's sisters. I told her that I had even tried to make a diaper out of a towel, and wear it, with less than fantastic results. For some reason, Carol didn't laugh at me, and I sort of forgot all about the incident for about a month or so. Then, one evening in June, Carol came into my room while I was just lying on the bed, listening to the radio and reading. It was a rainy, dark, and dreary day, and I had just given up doing anything constructive. Dad was in Chicago, or New York, or somewhere, on a business trip, and we were here by ourselves. Carol was standing by the door, just looking at me, kinda funny. "Whatcha need, Sis," I asked. "I just wanted to give you a present or two, little brother," was her cryptic reply. It wasn't my birthday, or Christmas, or any holiday I could think of, and then I looked at her again. She looked like she had just stepped out of an old television show from the sixties, or fifties. She was wearing a dark blue silk dress, a pair of black peep- toe high-heeled pumps that allowed me to just see here painted toenails through the sheer toe of her stockings. Around her neck was a single strand of pearls, and her hair, usually long and straight, was pulled back into an elegant braid against her head. Her nails were just a shade darker than pink, and her lips were painted the same shade. I just stared! My sister is more the tight jeans and halter top, or whatever is on MTV this season. She looked elegant, beautiful, and, and, like MOM! She just stood there, with her hands together in front of her, one foot behind the other, like a debutante waiting to enter a room. She smiled, and then made a "follow me" gesture with her finger, turned around and headed down the hall to her room. Well, what could I do but bounce up off the bed, and follow her, although I felt a little less than dressed, since I was just wearing an old pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. When I got to the door of her room, she turned and told me to close my eyes. She then tied a large scarf around my head like a blindfold, and led me into the room. We stopped, and she did a very, very strange thing. "Put your hands up over your head," she said. I did, and she pulled my t-shirt off. Then, without any warning, she yanked down my gym shorts, and I was standing in her room, blindfolded, with nothing on but a blindfold, and shorts around my ankles! At this point she pulled off the blindfold, and told me to look at her bed. I opened my eyes and saw a short pile of white cloth, some...some...diapers? Yeah, that's exactly what they were! A pile of folded diapers, some diaper pins, a couple of pairs of plastic pants, and some pink garments of some type in a box. Before I had time to think, Carol pushed me down on the bed, and pulled my shorts off my ankles. "Raise your cute little bottom up, sweetie," she cooed, and I just did it. She slid a diaper up under my bottom, then grabbed a tin of baby powder, and the sweet smell just about made me cry. She then brought the material of the diaper around and pinned it in place, leaving me snug in thick cotton. Then, she grabbed a pair of plastic pants and showed them to me. They were pale pink, with little circus animals on them. She took one leg, and then the other, and guided my feet into the panties, then pulled them up my legs, finally settling them in, covering the diaper. I was now in a diaper and plastic pants, and Carol was playing Mommy! I was happy, confused, and turned on, all at once. I didn't know what to think, so I just lay back and let it just happen. "I got hold of one of Daddy Dear's platinum cards, and did a little internet shopping over the last month or so.' She said with a little grin, "I hope you like my choices, Melanie." Melanie, I thought, who the heck is...oh...me! I just lay there with a silly grin on my face. Then, she put her hand under my neck, and sat me up. With one hand caressing my longish hair, the other one dove into the box on the bed. When she drew it out, there was a large pacifier in it. She popped it into my mouth, and then tied a ribbon around my head, like a gag. Then it was back into the box for another "gift." This time, she pulled out a pair of what looked like pink satin mittens, but they didn't have any thumbs. "Put your fingers together, Missy Melanie dear, and hold out your widdle hands." She crooned. I did as I was told, and the when she had slid the mittens on my outstretched hands, she tied the ribbons at the wrists, so they wouldn't come off. I flexed my hands, and found that there was a thick piece of some kind of material between the layers of satin, and that my hands were now useless. Next, she dipped into her box, and pulled out a garment of some kind. She held it up in front of me, and I could see that it was a short pink satin, short sleeved dress, with lots of white ribbon trim and ruffles. I was told to put my arms up again, and the soft, slithery dress was slid on. I felt like I was in a dream, and never wanted to wake up! She laid me back down, and brought out the final item, which was a matching pair of the most girly, ruffled pink satin panties I had ever seen! "I found these at Big Baby Fashions, on the internet, and I thought they would be perfect for my widdle girl," she said softly, as she pulled the panties up, and snugged them in place over my plastic panties. Finally, she sat me up again, and sat beside me on the bed, and just held me. I broke down and started bawling like the little baby I was, and once again, she held me, and softly told me that everything was going to be all right. "You're my widdle baby now, Melanie," she whispered in my ear, "No one is going to hurt you while I'm here. There I was, just turned 17, dressed like a sissy baby girl, satin and diapers, while my 22 year old sister was playing Mommy. Again, I didn't even think about it, I just went with the feeling, and the feeling was good. Carol untied my pacifier, and took out a hankie and dried my tears, and then held it for me to blow my nose, like a little child. She held out a pink baby bottle to me, and I allowed her to put it in my mouth, and began sucking at the apple juice, while she cradled my head on her chest. I could feel her breasts as they moved with her breathing, and could feel a girdle around her waist, and without even thinking about it, I began to rub my satin-imprisoned hands over her body. She didn't say a word, but her breathing increased a bit. I finished my bottle, and she handed me a second one, and told me to be a good little girl and finish it all. I did like I was asked, and when I had drained the second pink plastic bottle, I looked her in the eyes, and started to talk, but she held her finger against my lips and said, "Shush, Missy, babies can't speak." I looked deep in her eyes, and started to gurgle and coo like a baby, and then I began nuzzling her breasts through her dress. Without a word, she reached down and started to undo her buttons. The bodice on her dress opened, and I was greeted by the sight of a black lacy bra. Again her hands were busy, and lo and behold, it was a nursing bra! She opened one side, and I locked my lips on her nipple, and sucked and licked contentedly, while my cock was doing its level best to break through the layers of cotton, vinyl, and satin that held it tight. Sighing, she opened the other cup, and I transferred my attention to the other nipple. Meanwhile, Carol is stroking my like a baby, occasionally allowing her hand to caress my bottom, or to rub my cock in its cocoon of girlishness. All of a sudden, I had to pee, and pee badly. Years of training told me to hold it in until I got to a toilet, but I KNEW I was wearing a diaper, and I knew what was expected. I fought with myself, until Carol whispered, "its okay, Sweetheart, that's why Mommy put you in you widdle diaper!" Not wanting to disappoint Mommy, I finally let go, and filled my diaper with warm, wet pee. With a look of supreme contentment, Carol just beamed at me, and told me what I good widdle girl I was for peeing in my didee! After a few minutes, she pushed my face away, and refastened her bra and dress, laid me back down, and proceeded to take off my dress and pretty panties, and pulled a short nylon baby doll nightie over my head, and replaced the pacifier gag. I noticed that it was very large, and really worked as a gag, especially with the plastic piece pulled against my lips by the ribbon tied around my head. She unpinned my diaper, and pulled the soggy cloth from me, and then began to clean me with a baby wipe. She seemed to notice my hard cock for the first time, and wrapped her hand around the shaft, and soon brought me the relief that I craved. I was in heaven, and my sister was the most beautiful angel in the world! She cleaned me up again, and put a clean diaper back on me, and pulled my plastic panties back on. She then tucked me into her bed, and proceeded to undress. Pulling on a white nightie to mach mine, but with nylon panties, instead of plastic, and got in beside me. I drifted off to sleep holding my new mommy, and hoping it would never end. When I awoke the next morning, Carol was not in the bed with me, and I started to stretch, only to find I couldn't! I realized that my ankles were tied together with something soft, as were my still mittened hands, with a rope running from wrist to ankle. Not only that, but I had to pee, really, really bad! It all came slowly back to me, and I smiled, relaxed, and filled my diaper (What a lovely sound those words still have, "my diaper!") with a warm wet flow. Remembering my "lesson" of the night before, I waited a while, then began softly crying, not wanting to break the spell of being a baby. Soon, my efforts were rewarded by Carol's return. Gone was the "Leave it to Beaver," perfect housewife's dress. What replaced it was a gorgeous full length peignoir in ivory silk, and trimmed with pale blue ribbon. She was wearing a pair of marabou trimmed high heeled slippers, and to my eyes, never looked more beautiful! "Ah, we're awake and wet, are we?" she cooed. "Well, wet Mommy change my widdle baby Missy, and then we can get some nice milk." "By the way," she continued, I'll bet you wondered why I tied your widdle hands and feet, huh? Well, I wanted you to remember that you were a baby, not a young man. You see, I was afraid that you would have just jumped out of bed as usual, and headed for the bathroom. I wanted to keep my Missy Babykins a little while longer." I could only coo and smile at my sister, the angel. An angel she might have been, because I was in heaven as she lifted my bottom to slide a plastic sheet under me. Next, she untied my ankles and hands, but left my mittens on. I had the use of my arms, but not my hands. Then, it was off first the satin followed by the crinkly plastic panties, the wet diapers, and then I felt the cool softness of the baby wipes. As she was placing the fresh diaper on me, and pinning it in place, she looked at me with a more serious look on her face. "Melanie," she started slowly, moving to the plush little dressing chair in her room, "I want to know what you want. I mean, what you really, really want." I started to speak, but she hushed me, and said, "I have a little proposition for you, and I want you to listen to me very carefully. You will listen carefully, won't you sweetheart?" I sensed that the time to play baby was over for a moment, and I assured her that I was listening to her every word. There we were, in my sister's bedroom, her sitting there in an elegant silk peignoir and high-heeled slippers, and me sitting on the bed, wearing a pink baby- doll nightgown, diapers, plastic pants with satin panties over them, and a pair of pink satin mittens that made my hands almost completely useless. Hardly what I would have thought of a week earlier if I had imagined having a serious conversation with my sister. I wasn't sure what was coming, but I was a little afraid of what she might have to say. Maybe last night was a total mistake for her, and she was ashamed. But if that was the case, why did she continue this morning? Maybe she was going away, and this was her last present to me. But then again, but no, but...I had no idea what she would say, but I knew that I had to listen closely, or I would miss something very important to me. Her look told me this much. "Little brother," she began seriously, and then giggled. "Maybe I should say baby sister?" "Whatever makes you happy, Carol. You've made me so happy these last hours, I don't care what you call me, as long as you're happy with it," I replied sincerely. "Well, baby sister-brother, here's the deal," she began, serious again. "I've had an offer from a man to move in with him, and I'm going to take the offer, and want to take you with me." I sensed that this was not an offer from a lover, or fianc?, and kept my mouth shut while she explained. "A man wants me to be his paid, live-in lover, or I guess mistress or escort. He's a little, well, on the, I guess you could say, kinky side. He wants me to dress in corsets, and maid outfits, and a few other get-ups that he hasn't shown me yet. That whole ensemble I wore last night, as well as what I'm wearing now, came from him, sort of on deposit. Now, where do you come in? First of all, last night was the first time I have ever seen you sleep through the night without whimpering and crying in your sleep since Mom passed away. Yes, I've heard you for a long time. You seemed truly happy and at peace last night, and I made a decision during the night that I wanted you out of this house, and with me. I love you very much, and want you to be very, very happy. Toward that end, I called Eric late last night, and discussed it with him. If you came with me, there would be conditions, sort of a fee for room and board. Now, my sweet little brother, who looks so cute as my widdle babykins, here is the sixty-four thousand dollar question, or rather questions. Question one is, do you want to live with me, away from our father?" That one was easy, and I was sitting there bobbing my head up and down. I noticed, for the first time, that I had stuck the pacifier back in my mouth, and didn't remember putting it in! "Okay, Melanie dear, here's the second and much more difficult question. Do you want to, or can you, live as a girl for a year? This would mean doing everything, and I want to emphasize, everything, a girl does. You would spend some time as a baby girl, and some as a young girl, and some more grown-up moments, all to make Eric happy." I was dumfounded and confused. My mind was churning at a million miles an hour, and getting nowhere. I was also a little turned on, no really turned on, as I was hard as a rock under my diapers. (I do love saying that!) "Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you really understand?" She asked me, staring at me intently. I took the pacifier out of my mouth, and looked deep into her green eyes. "I think I understand, at least I hope I understand. We will be together, out of here, and I get to stay a little girl, and feel ever so safe and happy. But, I would like to know a little more about this guy. How did you meet him, why the whole arrangement, and probably a thousand other questions once I calm down and think of them!" My beautiful sister just sighed, her small, perfect breasts rising and falling under the thin silk. She looked down at her hands, her thick, shiny, dark golden hair falling in curtain on either side of her soft face. Quietly, she told me the story. Instead of school and waiting tables in a chainseafood restaurant like she had told us, she had been working as a stripper at a small but rather expensive club. She told me that she could make as much in one night there, as she could in 4 weeks as a waitress, and she only had to work 6 hours a night, 4 nights a week. On a good night, some yahoo might stick a twenty in her g-string, in amongst the singles, fives and tens, or maybe even a fifty, and even though these large bills almost always had the guy's phone number on them. She never used the numbers, and the bank took 'em just the same. Well, one night, this older gentleman came in and sat near the stage. His suit was expensive looking, but not flashy, and he had a thin watch on his wrist that was almost surely solid gold. She had seen him in there at least 3 or 4 times before, but always sitting at the bar, sipping a drink, and not really seeming to be interested in the meat market on stage. This night, though, he sat right up front, and when Carol came on to dance, he watched her like a cat watches a mouse. Finally when she was down to just her tiny little red panties, and dancing near the edge of the stage for her "tips", he leaned forward, and instead of pushing a bill under the elastic, he held out a little black cloth bag, and quickly tied it to the g-string. She could feel that it was kind of heavy, and she looked around for one of the bouncers or the manager to see what she should do, but they were just watching it happen, so she quickly finished her promenade, and headed for the dressing room. She threw the loose bills into a cigar box, put on her robe, and then opened the little bag. Inside were ten crisp new hundred dollar bills! A thousand dollars! There was also a note, not scribbled on a napkin, but written in elegant script on a piece of heavy stationery. In it, he asked to meet with her to discuss certain living arrangements, which would pay a lot more for the year than stripping in a smoky club for a bunch of local buffoons. If she was interested, she should get dressed, and come out into the parking lot in 15 minutes. If she was afraid, one of the security men should accompany her, by all means. To make a long story short, she went, and met with Eric, who told her that he wanted her services as a live-in mistress and escort for a year, or maybe longer. She would be at his beck and call, wear whatever he wanted her to wear, go wherever he wanted her to go, and do anything he wanted her to do. The only thing Carol told him was that she didn't, and wouldn't touch any drugs. Eric laughed at this, and told her that when you had power, money, and the total services of a beautiful 22 year old, who needed drugs! "Well, my sweet widdle baby sister, Missy, what do you think of your "Mommy's" story?" She asked, looking at me again. "Please don't bother trying to talk me out of it, because I've already signed a contract with him for my services. In return, any clothing he buys me, and any jewelry is mine to keep, along with any other gifts that he gives me. I suppose I could even keep a few of the "costumes" if I chose. He will also pay all of my expenses while I am living with him, including full coverage medical and dental insurance. Once the contract is ended, he will pay me seventy-five thousand dollars in cash, pay to move me anywhere in the country I want, and will either help me secure a good job, or pay one-half toward college tuition at almost any college I want. That $75,000, plus the almost $9,000 that I have saved up by dancing, plus the $6,500 that I got from Mom's life insurance, should add up to a nice little nest egg to get my life started in a year. Eric has also agreed that if you sign a contract with him for the year, he would give you the same deal, except for fifteen thousand, not seventy- five. At then end of the year, with the sixty-five hundred that we both have in the bank from Mom, and our "wages", we should have around a hundred and thirty thousand dollars to split between us, and college half paid for!" I laughed as she breathlessly recited this, and sat there with my mind spinning. "Uh, Sis, or Mommy," I started. "Yes my sweet?" I can add another four thousand or so to the total. You see, I've been sneaking Dad's ATM card out when he's passed out, and taking a few hundred dollars out at least once a week for a while now. It was going to be my escape money for this summer, as soon as I had graduated." Carol just threw up her hands and laughed, a pure, clear laugh that told me that all was right. I looked at my wonderful sister, and confidently told her, "You tell Eric, that if he puts the contract in front of me, I'll sign. At least if you take these mittens off long enough!" Carol's smile beamed at me like a searchlight through the fog. She jumped up, and threw herself on me, and before I knew it, she was kissing me deeply, our tongues fighting for space in each other's mouths. I tried to pull up her gown, but with my hand-hobbling satin mittens sliding on the smooth silk of her gown and robe, I got nowhere. Finally, Carol broke away, and stood up. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes, and asked me if I was ready to begin my year of servitude. I looked at her without a word. She pushed me back on the bed, and grabbed the soft ropes that she had used the night before. Quickly, my hands were tied to the bedposts, and my ankles followed suit. Truth be told, I didn't put up much of a fight! Slowly she reached up and undid the clasp that held the robe of her peignoir closed at the throat. It hit the floor in a soft heap. She reached up, and slid the thin straps of the gown off her soft white shoulders, and the silk slithered to the floor around her ankles with a soft, sibilant whisper. My sister, my sister, now stood naked in front of me, wearing nothing but white high heels and a white silk thong. Slowly she peeled the thong down her smooth legs. I could see her beautiful B cub breasts, with deliciously firm nipples, heaving with each breath. I followed the delicate curve of her stomach to see her shaved pussy, already glistening. She climbed on the bed, and I strained to lick her breasts, but couldn't reach them. She just sat there, with her legs straddling my body, my body still dressed like an infant girl, tied to the bed, with a cock so hard under my diaper that I'm sure it would have been able to split wood! Slowly she moved up my body, until that pussy was right over my face, and then she lowered herself onto my waiting mouth, and told me to lick her until she came. That was one command that did not need to be given! I had never eaten a girls pussy before, in fact, had only seen them in a magazine, but with Carol's guidance, soon learned how to pleasure a woman with my mouth. When she came, my mouth was flooded with a pungent, salty fluid that was the pure essence of my sister. I loved it! She moaned, and shook, and came a second time in just moments. Finally, she rose off my tired, but happy tongue, and looked down at my cum covered mouth. "Missy," she whispered breathlessly, "That was wonderful! I have never had two orgasms before, and never had one this good!" She closed her eyes, and sort of shuddered. Opening them again, she fixed me with those wonderful green eyes and asked if I was ready to pass a little test. Test? What kind of test? What was she talking about? I was confused, and wanted to ask questions, but she lowered that wonderful pussy back onto my face and told me that she had to pee. PEE?!? NOW? HERE?!? Did she mean in my mouth? Suddenly a warm salty flow began, and without thinking about it, I began to swallow the sour, sharp tasting pee. I didn't think she would ever stop, but finally, she raised herself a bit, and told me to use my tongue to clean her up. I did this without really thinking, as my brain had ceased to function. I just knew that the pee had come from Carol, I loved Carol, and therefore, I loved her pee. It all made sense, in a way. As she sat over me, she was smiling like the Madonna. She reached over, picked her thong up from the floor, and picked up my pacifier. She drug the skimpy little panties back and forth over my face, and I could smell the combined scent of her perfume and her wonderful pussy, all the while tasting her pee in my mouth. Suddenly, she shoved the thong into my mouth, and forced the pacifier in on top of it, tying the ribbons very tightly behind my head. I was gagged with my sister's panties! She began kissing my face, and then lifted the baby-doll nightie, and began kissing my stomach, moving up to my nipples. I had never thought about a man's nipples before. Girls had nipples that were to be explored, guys just had 'em. Now, I learned differently! She began to suck and nibble on my very sensitive nipples, until I thought I would go nuts! Finally, I felt her hands pulling down my satin panties, and then my plastic panties, as far as my bound and spread legs would allow. She slowly undid my diaper pins, and as the thick cloth came loose, my cock sprang to attention. Lovingly, she began to lick my cock and balls, and all I could do was moan around my gag, and try to hump more of my cock into her soft, warm mouth. Finally, she took all 5 inches of my cock into her mouth, and began to suck it to the back of her throat. That was it, I came almost immediately! My sister, whom I had always thought of as just my sister, another person living in the house, who just happened to be a girl, no make that a beautiful girl, had just given me a blowjob! I'll admit to a few fantasies about her as she got older, and became a young lady. I've even peeked in her door while she was dressing, and the sight of her back, clad only in white panties and a bra was very exciting. But she was my sister! You didn't even think about sex with your sister! Yet here I was! She looked up at me with a sly smile, and asked if I had enjoyed it. What a stupid question!! I had just received my first blowjob, got it from a beautiful girl who had just fulfilled fantasies I didn't even know I had, and she's dumb enough to ask if I enjoyed it??? All I could do was try to talk through my gag, and bob my head up and down as hard as I could . Without untying me, or removing my gag, she slid out of bed, and slipped back into her gown and robe, and slipped her feet back into her sexy heels. She leaned down and stroked my cheek, and told me that I could look forward to this and more, some things I hadn't even thought about, and some things I might not enjoy, if I signed the contract with Eric. With those cryptic words, she untied my pacifier, and slowly untied my hands and feet, and helped me sit up. She walked over to her desk, and took a paper out of the drawer, and placed it in the center of the desk, along with a pen. She then walked over to me, and took my sweaty hands out of their satin prisons. She pointed at my sissy panties, and told me to put them on, and then led me to the desk. She told me to read the paper very carefully, and then if I really wanted to go through with it, sign not only my real name, but my "new" name at the bottom. I read the paper twice, and what it said was that in return for the monetary compensation that Carol had described to me, I was to be Eric's servant, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, for a period of 1 year. I was to serve him, and anyone he designated in any way, including sexually. Punishment, in the form of bondage and spankings could be given out for non-performance of my "duties." At the bottom of the paper there were two lines, with a typed name next to each one. The first line read "Michael W. McMurray," and the second read simply "Missy Melanie" "Melanie," Carol said softly from behind me, with her hands on my shoulders, her hair around my neck, and her soft perfume filling my nostrils, "I want you to really think about this, make sure it's what you want. If you sign this, I'll call Eric, and he will send a car for us tomorrow. You can take anything you want with you, and Eric will put it in safe storage for you. We will leave a letter for Dad, pack your things, get dressed, and get in the car, and leave. No looking back, no regrets. I want you with me for this, but more importantly, I want you happy." Without a word, and with my hands shaking, I picked up the pen, and signed both my "old" and "new" names on the contract. Carol reached over me, took the contract, and slid it into a manila envelope, stepped to her dresser and picked up a cell phone. She hit a speed dial and waited a moment. When the person at the other end answered, she only said that I had signed the contract, and would be joining her at the estate tomorrow. The other voice said something, and she repeated, "Two O'clock, dressed as per instructions. Yes." With that, she hung up, and wrapped me in a soft hug that took all my fears away. Carol took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom. There, she sat me on the rug while she ran a bath, and added some scented oil to the water. While the tub was filling, she told me to stand up, and take off my nightie and panties, and to stand with my arms stretched out. She then took a bottle of depilatory cream, and smeared it all over my body, paying close attention to the crack of my ass and my armpits. I stood there, with the cream kind of burning, for about 10 minutes, and then Carol started the shower, and told me to step in. The hot water sluiced off the cream, along with any body hair I had. Then, she turned off the shower, and led my to the now-filled tub, where she washed me like a little child, even washing my hair for me with a flowery scented shampoo. Stepping out of the tub, I was dried off, and then she used a powder puff to dust me with perfumed talc that smelled like the bath oil; soft, flowery, and very feminine. Finally I was led back into her room to begin getting ready for the next day. Carol shaped my fingernails and toenails, and painted them a soft pink, plucked and shaped my eyebrows, which hurt, brushed my hair until it glowed, and finally tied it into a pony tail with a pink ribbon. We spent the rest of the day doing my "lessons." Carol showed me how to walk in high heels, how to curtsey, and how to talk like a girl. I still looked like a boy who dressed in girl's clothes, but I was starting to get into the role fairly well. The lessons were mixed with periods of kissing, hugging, and some serious oral ministration to my "Mommy's" delicious pussy. Finally, after supper, she told me that I had two more lessons that I must learn before I could go to Eric's with her. She reminded me that I had signed the contract, but since she still had it on her desk, it could be torn up at any moment, if I so desired. So far, I had no such desires. That almost changed, though. I was now wearing a formal gown that Carol had worn to her high school junior prom. It had a burgundy satin skirt, with an almost sheer white top, capped short sleeves, and an ivory bow in the back. I was surprised that it fit almost perfectly! I had on a pair of white satin panties that tied in cute little bows on the side, a camisole, thigh- high stockings, and a pair of high-heeled pumps with 4 inch heels. This was what she was using to teach me how to walk and talk like a girl. Now, she told me it was time for my final lessons, and these were going to be the ones I might not like. She told me to open my mouth, and in moments I was back in the panty and pacifier gag. Then she led me down the stairs to the living room, and behind a low backed leather chair. With some Velcro straps that were stashed under the chair, she secured my ankles to the chair legs, and then told me to bend over the back of the chair, while she ran ropes from the Velcro cuffs that were now on my wrists, to the front legs of the chair. I was now helpless, and bent over in a very compromising position. I knew what was coming, but was scared nevertheless. Carol whisked the long skirt of the dress up over my back, and now I found out why the panties were tied into place. As she pulled at the bows, the panties fell away, leaving my ass naked and vulnerable. I saw several flashes, and knew that she was taking pictures of everything, like she had all day. Finally she moved around to in front of me, and took a picture of my gagged mouth and pleading eyes with tears beginning to form, telling me that these were going to be e-mailed to Eric to prove that I had passed these little "tests." She then moved behind me, and I felt her run her hands all over my hairless and stocking-covered legs, and then run them up to my naked bottom. I was shivering with dread and delight, as she cupped my balls in her soft hands, and gently ran her finger nails along my cock. I wanted her to continue, but she left my cock and balls, and soon I felt her finger at my rosy little butt hole. "Relax widdle Missy," she cooed, "The more you relax, the less it will hurt you, my sweet widdle babykins." I tried to relax, and soon her slender finger was in my ass all the way. It was a bit odd and a little uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt as she moved her finger in and out, and then pulled it all the way out. Next, I felt her finger smearing something cool on my ass, and then the finger was back inside, smearing what had to be lube inside my sphincter. Now I tensed up! More cajoling and cooing from "Mommy' soon had me calmed down again, especially when she told me that if needed this to stop, all I had to do was to snap my fingers 3 times, and we would stop, I would get untied, and the contract would be shredded. I knew I really didn't have a choice, but it was nice to think there was an escape route available if I needed one. Now, I felt something hard and cold against my bottom, not like Carol's warm soft finger. "This is a little butt plug, my baby darling," she said softly as she pushed it against my muscle, and then all the way in. This one hurt, a lot! I yelled into my gag, and was openly crying. Carol told me that she was going to leave it in for 10 minutes, and then she would be back. I was alone, tied to a chair, dressed like a girl, with a plug up my ass! What in the Hell was I doing?! So far, I had been dressed and treated like a baby girl, gotten a blow job from my sister, and peed in my diapers, twice! I had eaten my sister's pussy, and then had her pee in my mouth! Now I had signed a contract to be a slave and sex toy for a man I had never met! I suspect Carol had given me these ten minutes to think about exactly this, and when she returned, she confirmed my suspicions. "Melanie, my sweet little darling, have you been thinking about what's happening?" she began, and even though she was behind me, and I couldn't see her, I started nodding my head yes. "Well, baby doll, do you want your Mommy to stop, or should she keep going? Snap your fingers twice to keep going, and once to stop. I want you to know I won't love you any less, no matter what decision you make. To me, you will always be my baby brother, and deep down, my Missy Babykins." I thought very hard, and almost before I realized it, I heard my fingers snap twice, and Carol laughing and cheering me! "Oh Babykins! I love you so much, and I'm so glad you decided to go along! But now, it gets a little harder. With this warning, she walked around in front of me, and I saw that she was naked, except for completely sheer black robe, a pair of black stiletto heels, and, and, a...oh God! A realistic strap- on dildo was bobbing in front of her like a man's cock! She warned me not to speak, and she removed my pacifier and soggy panty gag, giving me a moment to work my mouth around to get rid of the stiffness. She then stooped down in front of the chair to retrieve something from the floor. It was another cock with a harness on it, and I couldn't figure out where it would go, until she told me to open my pretty little lips. I balked, looking at the long, horribly thick, and very realistic cock that was facing my mouth. As she pushed it against my lips, she reached up and grabbed my nose, pinching it shut. I held out for a moment, and when I finally opened my mouth for a breath, she gently but firmly shoved the monster into my mouth, and tightly secured the harness around my head, so the there was no way to force out the intruder. Then, with cooing encouragement, she moved around behind me, and slowly slid the plug out of my ass. Quickly, I felt another intruder, although she told me that it was just another plug, but a lot bigger than the first one. This one went in easier than the first, but it still hurt, and I could feel my butt hole spreading wide for this new intrusion. "Now, darling, this is where it's going to get very, very difficult. Try to be brave, and be my good widdle baby girl, and I will make it up to you later. This is going to hurt, and you have my permission to cry, sweetie." With these words ringing in my ears, I felt a new, and very unwelcome sensation, as an unseen paddle cracked across my naked and plugged bottom! I began screaming into the cock-gag that completely filled my aching mouth, and the tears began to flow like rain down my cheeks. Blow after blow landed on my tender bottom, and the searing pain and heat were almost unbearable! But, for some reason, maybe love for Carol, maybe because I really was a submissive widdle sissy baby, I never used the escape route. Finally after what seemed like a million blows, but which turned out to be only 15, my beautiful Mommy put down the paddle, and began rubbing a soothing lotion on my sore bottom. I felt her fingers fool around my crack, and then the plug was slowly, ever so slowly, pulled from my abused hole. The relief, though, was short lived, as I felt her hands on my hips, and I suddenly remembered the strap-on monster. Slowly she forced this final indignity into my completely helpless, tender, and much abused ass. It was pain beyond belief, coming on the heels of the first spanking I had gotten since I was 6 or 7, and that was only Mom's hand, NOT a paddle! Ignoring my squeals, my tears, and my violent squirming, she continued to force the monster cock up my defenseless bottom, until I could feel her body pressed against mine. Reaching forward to caress my cock, she drew back, until it was almost out of me, and then drove it forward with a vengeance! Harder and faster she fucked my poor ass with the plastic cock, all the time massaging my stiff cock, until I couldn't tell where pain ended and pleasure began. Her voice, constantly telling me how much she loved me, and wanted me to be happy, became ragged, and her breathing became louder as she approached her own orgasm, from the end of the dildo embedded in her pussy. My own orgasm was building, and as I shot a load of sissy cum all over the back of the chair, I could hear "Mommy" about ready to orgasm behind me. With a final moan and a shudder, she came to rest on my sweaty back, and I could feel her breasts against me, heaving with exertion. After a few minutes, she slowly pulled out of me, leaving my ass feeling empty, somehow. The large butt plug, though, was replaced, and she came around in front of me, and released my hands, and took out the horrible cock gag. My hands were still hooked together by the Velcro wrist restraints, and with a quick ripping motion, my hands, and then my feet were freed. When I turned around on legs of jelly, Carol had dropped her cock and harness, and wrapped her arms around me, and began hugging and kissing me, like tomorrow would never come. My darling, lovely, Sister-Mommy led me back upstairs, and took me into the bathroom, where she drew another bath. While it was running, she gently pulled out the butt plug, and told me use the potty like a big girl, and then get undressed. She sat me in the warm fragrant water, and told me sit there for a few minutes, allow the hot water to soothe my aching muscles, and sore bottom. She left the bathroom, telling me that "Mommy would be right back." I relaxed and replayed the day's events over and over in my mind. Could I go through with this? Could I really pull this off? Did I want to back out? The truth was, that even with the pain of the evening, I loved being dressed in satin and lace, and adored being loved and cared for. The sexual release was almost secondary to the feeling of love, safety, and security. That's what finally made my decision for me. Eric wanted me, Carol wanted me, our father didn't care. I would go with Carol, and not look back. I would be the best little girl, sex toy, slave, or whatever Eric and Carol decided I should be. My mind now at ease, and the pain in my bottom subsiding, I relaxed completely in the girly bubble bath, waiting for Mommy to come and get me. We spent the rest of the night, with me dressed as a baby girl, and Mommy back in her ivory silk peignoir. Around 10:00, the sexual tension got the best of both of us, and if anyone would have looked in on us, they would have found a naked young lady, on top of what looked like a very large baby girl, fucking like 2 minks! After I came in her sweet pussy, she moved up over my mouth, and without a word, I knew what to do. I licked and sucked our combined juices out of her, and brought her to two more orgasms before she collapsed on top of me, and we drifted off to sleep. The next morning, after a shower and a quick touch-up with the razor, we packed up all the things that I wanted to keep. I was surprised to find that it all fit into two suitcases, without forcing. After setting the bags by the front door, we went back upstairs where Carol pulled 2 large boxes out of the closet. Telling me that these were the clothes we were supposed to wear to meet Eric, she opened the first one to reveal a white satin corset, on top of a mass of white satin and frothy lace. Withdrawing the corset, she set it on her body, and hooked up the front. Grabbing hold of a bedpost, she told me to pull it as tight as I possible could, and then tie it off. When I had it as tight as I could, Carol's waist was pulled in farther than I thought possible, and her pretty little breasts were pushed up and out so they looked larger than before. With my help, she then rolled white silk stockings up those beautiful legs, and hooked them to the garter straps. A matching white satin panty went on next, over the garter straps. Finally, I helped her put on a pair of white high-heeled sandals, with a cute little ankle strap, that...they had locks! She instructed me to put the little brass locks on the straps. I asked her where the keys were, and was told that they were with Eric. Finally, she pulled out what I saw was a beautiful white satin and lace bridal gown, with sleeves that came right down to the back of her hands, with little loops that went over the middle fingers. I zipped up the tight dress, and I realized that even as slender as my sister was, this dress would never have fit without the corset. When Carol was dressed, it was time to get me ready. Step one was to put the large, hated butt plug back in my rear end. She then covered it up with a super-thick diaper, with some sort of extra material between the legs, that kept me from putting my legs anywhere close to together. Pink plastic panties came next, although these had a covering of pink nylon, and several rows of white lace on the bottom. As she was pulling them up my legs, I noticed a thin chain running all around the waistband, which my Mommy locked behind my back. Next, she lowered a white petticoat over my head, and as it settled around my waist, I could see that it had lots of layers, and stuck out almost a foot from my body, and wasn't even really long enough to cover my plastic panties! A pink satin party dress came next, zipped up the back, and then fastened there with a button, so there was no way to easily get undressed. White nylon ankle socks with stiff pink lace came next, followed by pink patent leather Mary Janes, that, just like Mommy's high heels, were locked onto my feet with tiny brass locks. A sparkly pinafore, tied in back with a big fluffy bow finished the outfit, or so I thought. Mommy brought out my mittens again, and with a request to "hold my widdle hands out, with my widdle fingers tight together, she slid them on, and this time, ran two more of the little brass locks through a couple of eyelets in the wrists, before tying the ribbons. A big brimmed pink satin bonnet was tied onto my head, and my mouth was once again filled with a pair of used panties and my pacifier, tied tightly under my bonnet. Now, I was surprised to see my sweet Mommy take the cock-shaped gag that she had used on me, and place it in her own mouth, buckling it behind her head. She placed a veiled silk flower tiara on her head, mostly covering the straps. Finally, although it was hard to bend down with her corset and very high heels, she got the last items out of the box. Before I knew it, a pair of handcuffs were locked around my wrists! Then, to my surprise, she threaded a small cable around my waist, and locked the handcuffs to it, pinning my useless, satin- mittened hands to my front. She took a similar cable out, placed it around her own waist, and with a little bit of effort, soon Carol's delicate little hands were cuffed and pinned in front of her, just like mine. Now, bound and gagged, we weren't going anywhere, except where the mysterious Eric wanted us to go. I waddled over to my Mommy, and snuggled against her, making cooing sounds, trying to help us both relax. Almost 20 minutes went by, then the door opened, and a man in a dark grey suit opened the door, picked up my bags, and motioned to us to precede him out of the door. Parked at the curb was a white van, with no windows, like a workman's van. There we were, bound, gagged, dressed like a bride and a baby, and being led out into the broad daylight, for all to see. The worst part was that we did it to ourselves, and had no one else to blame. Slowly we walked to the van. Carol walked slowly due to the extremely high heels she was wearing, and I could only waddle, due to the huge bulk of diaper between my legs. Once we got to the van, we found that there were no real seats, and we were told to kneel on heavy pillows, as chains from the roof of the van were hooked to our handcuffs, and pulled tight to hold us in place. What kind of place were we going to? What kind of man wanted us this way? We would find out, to our pain, and our pleasure, soon enough. Without another word, he closed the sliding door, got in the driver's seat, and off we went. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was scared and excited, and worried. We were kneeling in the back of a van, both gagged, both in costume, and all we could do was look at each other. We rode like this for about 15 minutes, and when we stopped, we were warned not to move, or to do anything until we were told to. The back door on the van now opened, and I could see that were parked next to a gleaming white corporate jet. The man now crawled partway into the van, and unhooked us from the roof, and led us out onto the tarmac. Our hands were once again attached to the chains around our waists, and we were led into the plane I had never seen so much leather and wood in my life! This slender tube of aluminum was the most luxurious space I had ever seen! We were led back to a long, deep maroon, leather sofa along the side of the plane, and there, our handcuffs were removed. He now introduced himself as Edward, and told us that we had a 3 hour flight ahead of us, so we were to be comfortable. At that moment, the door closed, and the plane quickly taxied out and took off. A few moments later, Edward stood up and told Carol to take off her dress, and hang it in the closet so that it did not get overly wrinkled. He also told her to remove her gag, but not to speak. When she was done, I was looking at what I thought was the most beautiful woman in the world, dressed in white satin panties and corset, with these ultra-high heels, and at once I was proud, horny, and worried that she might be hurt. Eric then told her to take off my dress and petticoats, and hang them with hers. Now I was sitting on the sofa, diapers, plastic panties with their sissy pink overlay, a bonnet, mary jane shoes, and these mittens that reduced my hands to useless. My gag was also removed and I was given a baby bottle of apple juice, and my beautiful sweet mommy was given a glass of white wine. Oh well, I guess babies can't be choosy! We sat on the sofa and cuddled for the rest of the flight, listening to the quiet classical music on the speakers, and wondering what we had gotten ourselves into. About 10 minutes before we landed, our gags were returned to our mouths. I was in rather a lot of pain, and discomfort as I had had the butt plug up my, until so very recently, virgin bottom for well over 3 hours, and it was not very comfortable! I had also had to pee in flight, and of course, was not allowed to use the bathroom. My diaper was now wet, cold, and irritating. Edward then told her to change my diaper, and to remove my plug. I lay on the floor as my sister/mommy changed my diapers, with this stranger watching, and felt a wave of intense humiliation wash over me. What in the world could be worse than this????? We were finally led off the plane, and into a waiting car. Instead of a van, we were now in a large sedan, again cuffed, secured, and gagged, but at least we could see where we were going. As we rounded a curve, there ahead of us was what looked like a private lake, and the largest house I had ever dreamed about, let alone ever saw! Edward spoke up from the driver's seat and confirmed my thoughts. "That is your new home for the next year, little girls," he said. "I hope you are ready for what awaits you inside, because you may not like it. I know I will, but you may not!" This he said with a very nasty tone in his voice that sent shivers up my back, and caused me to look into Carol's soft green eyes, and try to pass on a message of hope and love. We pulled up the long graveled drive, and two of the most beautiful maids in the world were standing there. Both were in the traditional fetish outfit of black satin, short full petticoats, very high heels, caps, aprons, and cuffs at their wrists. They both had long, thick, black hair, large breasts, long gorgeous legs, and looked like twins. We found out later that they were sisters who had come in a few years ago, the same way we did, and then stayed on as well-paid servants. These living dolls helped us out of the car and then led us up the stairs to the huge flagstone porch and through doors big enough to drive a truck through. We entered a wide hallway, decorated with enough small tables, side chairs, and love seats to fill a living room, and were promptly led through a large door. Once inside, my stomach dropped. There were a few chairs and sofas along the walls, but the only other furniture in the room was a, a, I didn't know what it was. It was wooden, with a thickly padded leather covering, and consisted of two rails, about waist high, and about 3 foot apart. The vertical parts were of a dark rich wood, while the top pieces were padded with leather. The carpet that covered the rest of the floor ended in a 12 foot circle around this strange piece, and that floor was marble. Now one of the maids took my arm, and the other took Mommy, and we were led to either side of this device. With a warning to keep silent, our gags were removed. The maid attending Mommy Carol then took her chain off of her waist, and led her to the leather cross piece. Here, she was bent over, and her cuffed wrists were secured to a chain that led up from the floor. Her ankles were then bound to the vertical pieces with straps. Finally, the maid reached down to the floor behind Carol, and lifted her dress up to her shoulders. There must have been a hook, because the back of the dress now was pulled up, and her sweet bottom was on display through her white satin panties. Soon, I was secured in the same manner, the only difference was that my plastic panties were simply removed, so I stood in nothing but my overly thick diaper, and my little baby dress and crinolines. We were told to look at the maids, and we did. They removed their black panties, which I saw had 3 rows of white lace on the backside, and Edward appeared with a large box. One of the maids opened the box, and pulled out the biggest, pinkest, double-ended dildo in the world! It looked to be 3 foot long, and as thick as my arm!! They worked each end into a pussy, and began to fuck each other with it. After a few moments, Edward made them stop, and one of the maids took the now pussy-juice covered dildo out, and walked over to us. Carol was told to open her mouth, and one end was forced between her lips, and moments later, the other end was forced into my mouth. Almost at once, my jaw began to ache from the huge intruder. Then a nylon strap device was run behind each of our necks, with one strap that led across the top of our heads. These were hooked to the floor, and our upper bodies were pulled down, while at the same time, our heads were forced up and facing each other, pulling us together, ramming the huge dildo deep into our throats. Our bodies were bent down, and our necks were bent up so that we looked like some perverted vision of Tour de France cyclist, bent over our bars, looking for the finish. I looked deep into Mommy Carol's eyes, and saw a tear of pain there. I wanted so much to kiss it away, but I was bound tight, and connected to my darling sister and mommy by a huge pink gel dildo. I could see her painted lips stretched tight over the rubber monster, and thought that she looked so helpless, yet so sexy. I could feel my own mouth full of the dildo, could smell the maid's pussy, and was so turned on, and so scared that I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, my diaper was removed, and I could see the maid behind my sweet Carol with a large paddle, and I knew that the other was behind me. The first whack almost made me pass out, as the paddle landed on my tender bottom with a force that I didn't think was possible, while at the same time, forcing the gel monster even deeper into my abused mouth. In synch they paddled our poor bottoms, until we were both crying and screaming into the dildo gag. What hurt even worse than the paddling and the monster being rammed into my throat was the fact that my wonderful, sweet, Mommy Carol was getting the same treatment. I had just discovered how tender and loving she was, and now she was being beaten with a paddle that I just knew were leaving marks on her perfect, smooth bottom. I also knew now that when I was paddled in the living room, Carol had not hit me nearly as hard as I thought she had. These maids were wailing our bottoms like lumberjacks cutting into a tree! As suddenly as it started, though, it was over. Our bottoms were now being rubbed with some kind of cooling ointment that probably had an anesthetic in it, as the pain went down considerably. Out of the corner of my eye, I now saw that Edward had been joined by another man, and they were both watching with great intent. I wondered who he was, and what was going to happen now. I didn't have to wait long, as I saw the maids draw away, and then return. Now, each of them had a huge strap-on dildo bouncing in front of them, and I knew now what was coming. Without any prelims, the strap-on cocks were buried in our backsides as the maids fucked themselves to a climax. This was not only a bigger strap-on than my sweet Carol had used on me, this gal wasn't concerned about anything except the nub buried in her snatch, and pounding me as hard as possible. None of the fondling and sweet-talk of last night, no sir! I could only cry and grunt into the huge gel dildo buried in my throat, and watch as my darling, sweet, and loving sister had her beautiful soft bottom abused. Finally, the maids used a small bar sink built into the wall, and washed the two strap-ons, and the pulled their panties back on. They seemed to me moving in slow motion as they minced over to us on their impossibly high heels, and then began to unstrap our heads from their diabolical harnesses, and finally pulled that horrible dildo out of our mouths, leaving us drooling, licking our lips, and moving our aching jaws around, trying to get rid of the pain. At this point, Edward and the other man walked over to a couple of large and ornate chairs in the corner of the room, the only chairs that were facing a wall, and not the center. As they sat down, the unknown man waved his arm and the two maids took our arms and led us over to the two men. Edward pointed to me and looked at the one maid and simply said, "Diaper her, and gag them both." With that the maid told me to lie on the floor, and she walked over, picked up my diaper and panties, and proceeded to "dress me." Carols cock gag was strapped back into her mouth, and Carol's panties and my oversized pacifier were jammed back into mine, and the ribbons tied tight. When I was finally back in my super thick diaper and satin covered plastic panties, and Carol's dress was lowered back down, we were told to sit on a wooden bench, facing the two men. "Hello," the unknown man began, "My name is Eric, and I will be your host, your owner, and master for the next year. You may want to know what just happened to you in this room. You were both punished. Why were you punished? Because I could punish you. I want to remember that. You are both here to serve me, to serve Edward, and to serve anyone else I choose. You, of course, may refuse. At that time you will have the choice to be punished, or to be thrown out in whatever clothes you are wearing, with no money, and no help, and your contract will be null and void. I will return your suitcases to you, and that will be the end of it. Take the punishment, finish the contract, and the money, clothes, transportation to wherever you choose to go, and the payment of any education tuition will be yours, as per the contract. The choice is yours, and all you have to do is say the words, "void the contract" and I will. Do you both understand?" We both nodded our heads yes, and he smiled. I took a closer look at Eric. He was wearing a pair of cream colored slacks, leather deck shoes, and a yellow Hawaiian shirt, open at the neck. He appeared to be about 40, and had the look of an athlete, not muscle-bound, but more of a track and field man. He had curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, and was in fact, much younger than I expected, and very good looking. Beside him, Edward, still in the slacks, shirt, and vest of his suit, looked a bit younger, and had more of a linebacker look to him, under a mop of sandy blonde hair, and grey-blue eyes that seemed to be very cold. After a moment, Eric told one of the maids to take me to my room, and introduce me to "Nanny." I was taken by my useless, satin covered hand, and led waddling down the hall. We went up a flight of stairs, and as I was climbing, I couldn't help noticing how pretty my escort was. Her legs were so perfect in her heels, which in turn were so high, I didn't see how she could walk in them. At the top of the stairs, I was pulled down the hall to a door. The maid knocked, and it was opened by an older lady, maybe about 45 or so, who was dressed in a white cotton dress, and sensible shoes. This, I knew, was a no-nonsense lady, and I also figured out that she was going to be my nanny, and be in charge of me. I stood in the doorway, and suddenly came face to face with what I was doing. I had been bound, beaten, and gagged with a dildo, but now... I was wearing a satin baby girl's dress, diapers, satin covered plastic panties, a matching bonnet, little ankle sox, and Mary Jane shoes. I was, for all intents and purposes, a baby girl right now. As I looked around the room, I could see that it was an oversize nursery. Pale pink walls with a pink baby print border around the top, pink lacy curtains over the window, and right in the middle of the room was a large white crib with pink and white blankets and mattress. Against the wall was a rocking chair, and what I could only assume was a changing table. Nanny took me by the hand and led me into the room. She showed me each piece of furniture, and then opened up the closet. I just stood there, aghast. It was crammed full of baby dresses, jumpers, school girl dresses, lots of dresses in various shades of pastel satins, and the shoes! White, pink, black, silver, high heels, ballet slippers, Mary Janes! As she closed the door to the closet, I was hard as a rock, and my mind was reeling. Nanny then told me that it was time for me to get ready for bed, and I looked at the clock on the wall. It was only 7:30, and I was about to protest, when I looked again at Nanny's face and saw that protest was NOT the way to go. Nanny easily lifted me up onto the changing table and unbuttoned, then removed my dress. She pulled the crinolines over my head, and took both over to a large hamper in the corner. She then laid me down, and removed my diaper and plastic pants. She picked up my legs and examined my burning, aching bottom. Clucking softly, she began to gently clean my bottom with wipes, and then rubbed an ointment into my bottom, and even stuck some up my now stretched and sore bung hole, which cooled me down, and took away almost all the pain. Now I was re-diapered, and put into a pair of plain pink plastic panties (my what alliteration!). Now, as I lay there, still gagged with a very soggy pair of panties and my pacifier, and