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BABY FACE by Throne Maureen was in her bedroom, finishing her make-up. Her husband Richard was in his room, which was a storage space that had been converted. She knew he was there, because she could hear him on the baby monitor she had put on his dresser. He was reading his 'storybook', which was a loose leaf binder full of pages that she had written. He had to read whatever she indicated, out loud, for as long as she ordered. Today he was going over the three most recent pages she had added, which were all about proper sissy behavior when guests came to visit. She listened to the high frail voice she made him use. "A good sissy is polite and will curtsey when anyone arrives. A good sissy is respectful, and must listen carefully to what is said, but never interrupt. A good sissy should sit correctly, with ankles crossed and hands folded neatly on the lap. If no seat is offered, the sissy will kneel. Once kneeling, the sissy will look to Auntie for instructions. If told to do so, the sissy will lower her gaze and not make eye contact until given further instructions." There were pages of such rules, covering every situation, and he was expected to remember and follow them all. Just listening to him recite them in that meek effeminate voice, which sometimes caught in his throat when he read a particularly disliked rule, got her aroused. She loved running his life, robbing him of his manhood, and cheating on him. She had been doing it since they met and now, with their first anniversary approaching, she delighted in it more than ever. Maureen listened happily for several additional minutes, until he came to the end of the last page and started over from the beginning of his current assignment. That was when she pushed the transmit button on the intercom and said, her voice firm and authoritative, "Ricky, come to Auntie. Hurry up." She got an extra thrill from using that name instead of addressing him like an adult. If he was dressed in something especially girly, she would switch to 'Regina', pronouncing it to rhyme with 'vagina'. She knew he hated that. It made him cringe but he was too deeply under her power to even consider objecting. Seeing him accept every abuse she heaped on him, small or large, kept her in a constant state of sexual excitement. She was feeling quite aroused at the moment, but wanted to postpone her pleasure until later, when her lover Dutch was coming to the house. She heard her spouse approaching and set down the tube of lipstick she had been using. Maureen took a moment to check her face. She had used too much make-up on purpose. Her eyes were wildly dramatic, her lips made to appear overly full and then colored dark red, with a coating of clear gloss over the lipstick. Her long auburn hair was up in a tight bun at the back of her head. She had on a silky robe, short and belted at the waist. The single garment showed off her thrusting curves and deep cleavage. On her feet were high-heeled slippers, decorated with cheap glittery 'jewels'. Richard entered the room. She pivoted on the scroll-backed vanity chair and eyed him up and down. He curtsied prettily, his plump cheeks pinking slightly with shame. The pathetic excuse for a man was dressed in a lightweight strapless romper with a flounced ruffle around its elasticized top. It was pumpkin orange and went nicely with the yellow slip-ons that covered his feet. He was short and pudgy, with all of his body hair removed. The hair on his head had been allowed to grow long and was pulled to the sides, tied into two ponytails with apricot bows. He shuffled his feet and bit his lower lip, obviously feeling awkward in that silly outfit. She got up and stood directly in front of him, her big bust almost under his chin. Maureen was taller than Richard and usually wore heels to add inches to her height. She looked down at him, those decorated eyes holding him with their unwavering power. He hugged himself and kept lowering and raising his gaze, not sure what to do. His wife put a hand on his bare shoulder. She liked to touch him, to feel how soft and weak he was, but also because she knew any sort of contact between them tickled his libido. She was entertained by getting him aroused, especially because she regulated his sex life absolutely. He had been reduced to her total body slave, always available to use his mouth on her impressively large breasts, her shaved pussy, or even the tight opening between the well upholstered hemispheres of her backside. She said, "Dutch will be coming over later, so I need you to clean up around here. Follow your usual schedule, finishing with the main bathroom and the powder room. He executed a deep curtsey. "Yes, Auntie Maureen." He wanted to say something about how uncomfortable it made him feel to have to address her that way, but knew better than to risk it. She would take any excuse he provided to punish him. Richard didn't want to find himself over her broad lap, his backside bared, to receive a nasty spanking with a wooden kitchen spoon, ping pong paddle, or any other implement from her collection. Backing away and curtseying once more, he left the room and went to get his cleaning supplies. She had gotten him a pink plastic wagon, intended for a young girl, to carry the containers, brushes, rags and such. Pulling that symbol of submission behind him, he went to the living room to dust and polish. Richard tried not to think too much about his nemesis, Dutch, who was not only bigger than him, but much stronger. It wasn't enough that the man had supplanted Richard in his marriage bed, but he also enjoyed tormenting the weakling husband. He made Richard run and fetch for him, hand wash his shorts and socks, and witness their sex sessions. Lately there had also been the threat of Dutch physically punishing him. Maureen would complain about her husband's behavior and Dutch would stand there, usually with his muscular arms bare, and talk about how maybe the sissy needed discipline. Richard tried extra hard to be good and do everything right, but they always found fault with him. He finished his cleaning and was about to put his equipment away, when there was a loud knock on the door. That could only be Dutch. One of Maureen's rules was that, if her lover arrived while Richard was cleaning, the hapless husband had to pull his wagon along behind him when he went to answer the door. It was mortifying but, of course, that was exactly what they intended. He hurried to the door with the cleaning supplies rattling in the wagon. When he opened the door, Dutch was standing there in a black sleeveless T-shirt, worn jeans, and work shoes. He had on a scuffed leather jacket that he often wore. His dark hair was short and his boxy jaw had its usual shadow of beard. He leered at the wimp and effortlessly pushed him out of the way. Richard bit his lips and followed. When Dutch reached Maureen, the two of them embraced and she gave him a hard kiss. His thick-fingered hands ran down her back and grabbed her full bottom through the thin robe. All Richard could do was watch helplessly as Dutch slipped one hand under the robe and enjoyed the warm softness of her breasts. Maureen purred and ground her hips against his crotch. He laughed and said there would plenty of time for that, but first he wanted a cold beer. She had only to glance at Richard, her eyes flashing anger, and the little man scurried away to the kitchen. Richard mentally reviewed the rules. What were the ones about bringing Dutch his beer? Don't shake it. Don't touch the pull tab. Hold it upright. Richard was entering the rec room, can in hand, when he remembered the other rule -- always wrap the can in a paper towel. He froze. The couple was sitting on the couch. Maureen had one leg thrown over her boyfriend's thigh, making her robe fall aside and expose her panties. When she observed her husband's error she grinned. "Oh my, it looks like little Regina doesn't care about following the rules. It looks like the disobedient brat has no respect for grown-ups. Is that what I'm seeing, Regina? Disregard for the rules and disrespect for adults?" Richard stood there quivering, knowing he was trapped. He couldn't answer her back. But saying nothing was like admitting guilt. He sniffled and tried not to start crying. Dutch stood up, giving him a disappointed look, as if he had expected Richard to follow the rules and couldn't believe he had been so lax. The big man waved him nearer and Richard moved reluctantly, taking tiny shuffling steps, not wanting to face whatever punishment he was going to suffer. His imagination ran wild. Would it be a beating? Or maybe being knocked down and kicked repeatedly? Or...? To the frightened husband's shock, Dutch did none of those things, but grabbed him and got him out of that romper. He took him by the ear and walked him to a wooden chair, sat himself down, and put Richard over his lap. All at once the horrified husband understood what was happening. He was going to be spanked, like a naughty child, by this superior male. Dutch dragged him across his lap and raised his arm. Richard made a pitiable whining sound which was cut off when a solid spank landed on his bare, pink, hairless upturned bottom. He wailed and kicked his legs but to no avail. Dutch hit him again and again, turning his pale backside to bright pink and then glowing red. Richard cried freely, his fleshy face a mask of suffering and shame, while his wife looked on with delight. Not until Richard was a sobbing mess, nose running, breath coming in gasps, did Dutch stop and stand up abruptly, dumping his victim onto the floor in a heap. Maureen's features were flushed with excitement. She got a perverse thrill from seeing her husband mistreated, but this was the biggest kick she had experienced yet. Her pussy was so wet it was soaking the crotch of her tiny panties. She went to Dutch and straddled his lap, rubbing her heavy breasts against him and kissing him with wild abandon. He reciprocated and pulled the front of her robe open, baring her magnificent braless tits. His mouth found one nipple and then the other. Her arousal kept mounting, reaching impossible heights. He took her in his arms and stood, then laid her on the floor. Both of them were too eager to wait until they could reach the bed. He opened his pants and shoved them down to his ankles, not even bothering to remove his shoes. She squirmed out of her panties. In a moment he was on her, and then inside, both of them thrusting their hips at each other, urgently working to satisfy their runaway lust. Richard, meanwhile, had gotten as far as his knees. His backside was ablaze and he still couldn't get his weeping under control. He felt like an utter pansy because of the way he looked and how he was acting. He watched Dutch ravage his willing cooperative wife. It went on longer than a dozen of his performances combined. The longest Richard had ever lasted was three minutes, usually closer to one and a half. The pair on the floor weren't even aware that he was in the room, at least not until they were done. Then his wife look at him. She was sated and happy. Her faced was glistening with pinpoints of perspiration. She grinned crookedly and chuckled at the idiotic sight he made. "Damn it, Regina, I'm glad I found a real man to take your place. Now you can spend your time being what you really are, which is a wimpy little girl. That spanking was exactly what you deserved. I hope Dutch gives you more of that all the time." Dutch said, "Yeah, it was fun. And it got you so hot, babe. I'll tan his sissy ass whenever I'm over here. You know, if he gets out of line." "Oh, I'm SURE he'll get out of line." ****** It was a week later and Richard couldn't believe how much worse his situation had gotten. His wife had switched him to diapers and plastic panties. Above that he was wearing was a frilly top that looked like it belonged on a little girl, but someone had made it in his size. On his head was a ruffled bonnet and in his mouth was an oversized pacifier. There was a ribbon going through the ring of the pacifier. The ribbon went around the back of his head, where it was tied in a bow. He couldn't remove it because his hands were inside thumb-less mittens, which were tied at his wrists. He was sitting on a circular throw rug in the middle of the recreation room. His wife had fed him a bottle an hour ago, a very large bottle, and he was trying to control his bladder. He had only been diapered a few times and so far had been able to avoid having an 'accident'. Richard held his thighs together and hoped desperately that he would be allowed to visit the bathroom soon. Very soon. Or else. Dutch and Maureen were on their favored spot on the couch, watching TV. It was one of those sporting events that the masterful man liked so much and the babified husband couldn't follow. Richard's wife was snuggled against her Bull. She probably wasn't a fan of whatever athletic competition was on the screen, but she didn't care. She just loved having her fingers on Dutch's hard bicep while she watched other well- developed men compete with each other. All Richard could think of was how out-of-place he would be in that event. He sucked anxiously on the fat pacifier and wriggled his bottom, wishing his mouth wasn't so full that he couldn't speak. He just wanted to plead for bathroom rights, even if that would mean breaking a rule and incurring a punishment. A commercial came on and his bride noticed his agitated behavior. She wanted to know, "What's the matter with my little sugar puff? Hmmm? Is baby Regina having a problem? Does she have to go pee pee?" He nodded vigorously and grunted. "Well," his amused wife said, "that's why baby Regina is wearing a diaper. So she can do her tinkles and Aunt Maureen and Uncle Dutch won't have to stop watching their game. Understand?" She WANTED him to wet himself. She wasn't going to offer any help. No, no, no. He couldn't do that. It would be the ultimate limit of disgrace, for a grown man to release his bladder into a diaper. He sniffed and blinked, feeling tears forming. One large hot drop trembled on his lower eyelid and then ran down his chubby pink cheek. The game resumed and his spouse shushed him. Richard could only sit there and continue what he knew was a losing battle to regulate his bladder. Already it felt like drips of urine were leaking into the diaper. He was wracked by sobs, though they were largely silenced by the rubber stopper in his mouth. Maureen gave him a sharp look of disapproval. That stupid TV program was more important than he was. Richard knew he was less than a minute from having that dreaded accident. He held it in as long as he could and then felt the mixed shame and relief of release. The front of his diaper grew wet and warm and there was a faint smell of the freed fluid. He couldn't staunch his tears. Not until the game was over did his wife again acknowledge that he was present. She looked down and said, "Did our widdle Regina make a piddle in her nappy? Is she all wet down there? Does she need to be changed by her Mommy-Wife?" All he could do was make a sad face. Dutch laughed loudly. Maureen told Richard to get onto his back. She got down alongside him with a box of pre-moistened wipes and removed his plastic panties, then unpinned his diaper. As she took it off she sighed. Then she used two wipes to clean the area. As she worked he couldn't help getting aroused. His little dick began to grow. It reached its full unimpressive size and she frowned. Maureen said, "Baby isn't supposed to have that happening down there. Baby is being naughty." She reached under his small penis and grabbed his undersized balls, squeezing and twisting at the same time. He yowled into the pacifier and lost his erection. She smiled and told him, "Much better. Now Mommy is going to leave you out of diapers so your bits can get nice and dry." She rolled him over and coaxed him up onto hands and knees. Richard didn't know what was happening. She asked Dutch, "Hey, stud, could you give me that thing we got for the baby?" Richard saw something pass from the seated man to her, but couldn't see what it was. He felt his wife take his balls in her soft hand, gently this time, and pull them back. She closed something around them and he had a moment of panic. What was she doing? What was pressing against the backs of his hairless thighs? "It's called a humbler, Regina. Back up to the closet and I'll show you." Without thinking, he tried to rise, but couldn't do it because his scrotum was trapped in that position and attempting to stand put an awful strain on it. So he inched toward the closet in reverse. She opened the door so he could see the mirror that hung on the inside. What he saw horrified him. His testicles were protruding through a narrow opening in a wooden device. Its top and bottom were long strips that reached across the tops of this thighs, just below his bare buttocks. There must be a cut-out section in the slats to prevent them from crushing his flesh. But the opening wasn't large enough to allow his balls to slip back through. They were caught in that unnatural position and having them there made it impossible for him to rise. He was stuck on his hands and knees, able to get about only if he crawled - - like a baby. He looked up at her pleadingly and she feigned sympathy. Maureen asked, "What's the trouble, little one? Don't you know how to walk yet? Poor boo boo girl." Dutch handed her a rubber slapper, about a foot long and two inches wide. She held it behind her husband's bottom and swung it suggestively through the air. He tensed. Was she going to swat his backside? Or was her target... something else? She told him, "I don't want my Regina trying to get up because she might topple over and hurt her fragile self. So I'm going to show her what it will feel like if she tries to straighten up." She flicked her wrist and the rubber smacked across his tightly stretched and totally vulnerable balls. He grunted into the pacifier. She struck again and he made a longer sound that rose and fell, expressing fear as well as suffering. He was afraid of having his unprotected nuggets damaged. Dutch got off the couch and squatted alongside him. "You'd better be extra cautious, Richie-Regina. Wouldn't want to have any permanent injuries to those precious, half-size family jewels back there." He chortled softly. "It's not like your wife is ever going to give you back your sex life again. But, still, you never know if she might let you pleasure yourself sometime. Maybe. Eventually. With both of us watching and making comments." The slapper made contact again. And again. And another dozen times, until his balls were throbbing with pain, even though they hadn't been attacked very forcefully. He was shedding hot tears and feeling even more defeated than usual. Naked, unable to stand, and aching in that most tender spot, he had to watch as the couple embraced and kissed, running their hands over each other's bodies. The amused man looked down at Richard and said, "Time for Mommy-Wife and Daddy-Lover to go to the bedroom. Come on, Regina. Maybe when you watch us, you can figure what you were doing wrong all the time, back when you were allowed to touch this super sexy body that I'm about to have an hour's fun with. Let's go, little girl." Nervous and sucking furiously on his pacifier, Richard had to crawl along behind them. His wife's wide shapely ass rolled invitingly before him. He wanted her so desperately, but no longer felt enough like a man to seriously consider having her. His marital rights and privileges had been revoked and were not likely to be reinstated, ever. He couldn't contain a mewling sound of longing. Maureen glanced back over her smooth satiny shoulder and stuck her tongue out at him. Once they were all in the bedroom, Dutch directed him to a spot alongside the bed from where Richard could peer over the edge of the mattress. His vision was blurred by tears as he watched them undress each other and revel in prolonged foreplay. Dutch had his mouth on Maureen's gorgeous tits and she got her lips and tongue all over his rampant, stallion cock. When he mounted her, the disgraced husband shuddered with jealousy and shame. His wife was being penetrated by another man, right in front of him, and he could do nothing about it. Dutch demonstrated that he was an expert in bed and, as he had said, made it last a full hour. When it was at last over, Richard was a quivering wreck. ****** "Our Regina looks so pretty," Maureen said proudly. "I'm so glad she behaved well all week and got to go from being a baby to a BIG girl again." Richard stood before his wife and her alpha male. The unlucky husband had been allowed to shed his infant role, it was true. But was this alternative any better? He was stuffed into a pink satin party dress with capped sleeves and a wide waist sash. The skirt had wiring inside to give it an inverted tulip shape. Underneath it he was wearing ruffled panties. His legs were encased in knee socks and his feet in Mary Jane shoes. Oversized bows held his hair in pigtails that stuck out on either side of his head. The make-up his wife applied once he was dressed gave him the appearance of a doll: high arched brows, exaggerated eyelashes, rosy circles on his round cheeks, enlarged cupid- bow mouth. All the colors were blatantly girly. Dutch snickered and said, "Looks kind of like a ventriloquist dummy. Maybe I should put her on my lap and make her talk." Maureen giggled. "I can do that from right here. Watch." To her spouse she said, "Regina, sweetheart, it's time for you to sing that song we worked on. For Uncle and Auntie. You remember." He blushed beet red, which was quite a sight with him already wearing that make-up. Then he shuffled his feet and looked incredibly uncomfortable. Dutch made a fist and brought it up to shoulder level, sending an unmistakable message. Richard began to sway and took a deep breath. He sang, "I'm a little girly, I come when Auntie calls/She has to spank my fanny and sometimes slap my balls/I used to be her husband but I couldn't do it right/So Dutch takes my place -- especially at night." His audience of two howled with laughter. Richard wished he could run and hide. Instead, he had to sing his humiliating song again while holding the hem of his dress and flipping it up in front at the end of every line, showing off his embarrassing panties. His voice quivered and, on the last line, broke. He hoped desperately that they were done with him but he wasn't that lucky. It turned out that Dutch had picked up some things to use in his role playing. First came plastic jewelry, bought in the toy section of a dollar store. There was a necklace and matching tiara, which Richard had to wear while he struck the types of fashion model poses a juvenile girl might assume. Then they gave him a magazine full of young celebrities. He had to moon over the guys with flashing smiles and longish hair, improvising enthusiastic remarks. "Oh, Jason, you are such a doll. I wish I could go on a dream date with you." "Andy, you have the cutest lips. I wish I was kissing them right now. (giggle)" There were full-page portraits of the most popular guys and he had to apply extra lipstick to his mouth and then kiss them repeatedly, covering them with bright red prints. Maureen promised to tear out several and hang them in his tiny room. Finally, there was a twelve- pack of Little Sally brand snacks, cream filled cakes with pink icing on top. He had to eat one of the overly sweet treats and say how much he enjoyed it. Then he was told to have a second. And a third. Feeling increasingly sick, he was made to consume the entire contents. The last few he had to gobble down, shoving them against his mouth, so that he ended up with a messy lower face. He stood there feeling and looking ridiculous. Dutch said consolingly, "Poor Regina. Did you eat too much? That's why you're so chubby. Such a baby face. But Uncle Dutch brought something that will make you feel better." He reached into the bag that had held the other items and came out with a big bottle of fish oil. It wasn't the good kind that didn't smell so bad. It was the cheap stuff that stank like yesterday's scaly carcasses. Maureen went to the kitchen and got a spoon. A very big spoon. Richard wanted to point out that fish oil wasn't even meant as a remedy for a sick stomach. If anything, it would make him feel even more nauseated. But he had no say in the matter. Dutch opened the bottle while Maureen held the large spoon. They wrinkled their noses as Dutch poured a generous dose. "Come on, sweetie bird. Open wide for your medicine." Feeling queasy, Richard stretched his jaws wide. The stench made his stomach rebel. He gagged slightly. His wife instructed him that, when she gave him his medicine, he had to hold it in his mouth, to make it work better. That was incorrect too, but again he wasn't able to say anything. She gleefully tipped the spoon and let all that stinking liquid spill onto his tongue. It was revolting. All those too-sweet cakes churned around inside him. He began to cry and his wife took a tissue and made a show of dabbing his tears, as if she cared about the misery they were putting him through. He had to keep the distasteful stuff in his mouth for five minutes. At last they allowed him to swallow what hadn't already run down the back of his throat. He made a face and his wife scowled at him. "Is that the way you show your appreciation for all the goodies we got you? And the medicine we gave you? Well, young lady, I'm afraid you're going to have to be taught a lesson. If you can't behave like a proper young lady, you won't be treated like one. No," She shook her head as if she regretted what came next. "It's back into diapers for you. We'll let you stay in your pretty clothes this evening, because we're not mean people. You can sleep in your favorite pajamas tonight. The ones with the kitty cats on them. But tomorrow morning you're going back into your baby wardrobe." Richard was devastated. He had tried to be good, but they always found fault. And it was so unfair, punishing him just for making a face. He kept sniffling and wringing his hands as they gave him stern looks. His spouse and her lover had a real meal, while Richard stood by with his insides in distress. He had to watch them enjoy thick sandwiches, washed down with bottles of beer. Then he followed them to the den, where they viewed a few TV shows, while he knelt penitently in the corner, unable to see the screen. At last it was time for what he dreaded most. They were going to the bedroom. Once they were there the lovers had to decide where he should be. This time he was told to kneel at the foot of the bed with his chin on the edge of the mattress, so he would have a submissive view of the impending action. Dutch and Maureen undressed each other, with lots of touching and kissing. As soon as they were naked they laid down side by side. She took a moment to wriggle down far enough that her husband could kiss the bottoms of both her feet. Dutch laughed at how subservient he was and the way he went on to sucking her toes. She stroked her lover's impressive cock slowly while her digits were worshipped. At last she pushed her husband's face away. Maureen moved back to where she had started, spread her legs, and opened her arms wide. Dutch knelt between her thighs. He leaned forward and she embraced him. He ducked his head down and pressed his lips to hers. While their tongues were dancing around each other he slid his cock into her, inch after thick inch, until he was buried all the way. He began to pump her while Richard, still ashamed by the way he looked, his stomach even more upset from this added stress, remained where he was, helplessly watching. It took them nearly an hour to finish. She kept making references to what a baby and a sissy her husband was. Dutch rewarded each insult made about Richard with a few extra-hard thrusts, which thrilled Maureen and made her moan. When they were done, Richard was blubbering. ****** True to their decision, they put him back into diapers the next day. Maureen gave him an oversized baby bottle, followed by a fat pacifier that was held in place by a ribbon tied around his head. He had to crawl from place to place, with the liquid he had consumed sloshing around in his stomach. Soon he felt the need to relieve himself. He knew he wouldn't be allowed to use the toilet, or even the kiddie potty they had bought. Even so, he couldn't help trying to control his bladder. It was so shameful to wet himself. He held out for an extra hour but, in the end, experienced the mingled relief and humiliation of pissing into his diaper. His wife made a point not to change him for several hours, because she wanted him to develop a rash. That would mean lots of extra pampering, which he found completely mortifying. They had him sitting on the floor, on a baby blanket, hugging a rubber giraffe. He saw his wife get out her cell phone to take pictures. That was the last thing he wanted to happen. He pouted and looked so ludicrous that both of them laughed at him. Then she took several shots, making him stick out his tongue, put his forefinger into his nose, and even fellate the toy. He wasn't allowed to speak, only to produce baby sounds, so he was left to his thoughts, most of which were about how trapped he was and how happy his bride was with her lover. The other thing that occupied his mind was wanting to shed his baby role and advance again into looking and acting like a little girl. That was awful, too, but it was still better than this. Maureen and Dutch had manipulated him into thinking that way. In the months to come, they continually gave small rewards and punishments, letting him lose his diapers and use the potty chair, then putting him onto a diet of some distasteful mush because he was deemed to young for solid food. He was delighted when he was permitted to wear outfits appropriate for a three year old, and to babble simple phrases. But he always found himself demoted once more to infant status. His keepers delighted in making his whole world center on the way they controlled him and repeatedly dashed his hopes. Dutch even built a mock highchair, with very short legs, so they could feed him in it. The pictures they had been taking were sent to and posted on several kinky websites. Richard realized that they would not give up the fun they were having with him. He would never be free. But he went into denial, just enough to keep himself going. They sensed that and didn't mind. After all, it was more amusing when they knew that he still harbored secret dreams of someday being allowed to return to adulthood, even though that wasn't going to happen. ******