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BABY BONNET CUCKOLD by Throne
When I got home from work on Friday my wife Mara was on the phone, so I
didn't bother her. Instead, I went to the master bathroom, got
undressed, tossed everything into the hamper, and took a hot shower.
Then, carrying my shoes, I headed for our bedroom with a large soft
towel wrapped around me. All I wanted was to put on some pajamas and a
robe, so I could relax all evening and get a start to my two-week
vacation. Mara had been playing some domination games with me lately,
which I'll admit that I instigated. She had discovered that she liked
ordering me around and making me her sex slave. There was even the
occasional swat on the bottom. That was all fine with me. I've always
had kinks in those directions. I just wished she would play along with
my cuckold fantasies and pretend there was another man in her life,
usurping my place in our marital bed. I had tried a few times to get
her started on it, without any success. But, I told myself, you can't
have everything. Maybe later.
As I strolled into the bedroom, however, I got a shocking surprise.
Laid out on the bed were items of clothing that were in my size but were
designed for a baby. There was a bonnet, a short dress with brief
puffy sleeves and a big bow at the neck, a diaper and plastic panties,
and booties. I noticed something on my dresser and went over to
discover that it was baby powder, along with diaper-rash cream and some
other lotion in an unmarked jar. I stood there shaking my head in
disbelief, and that was when Mara entered the room.
"What's the matter -- Baby?"
"Well... I mean... these things can't be for... me. Can they?"
"They can if I say they can. I've been acting as your Mistress. And
now I've decided to be a Mistress Mommy. And turn you into my adult
baby. I've been exploring some interesting sites and, as soon as I
spotted this fetish, I was instantly attracted to it. There are dealers
on line who sell everything you need for this fantasy, and I ordered
exactly what I wanted to see you in."
"B... but... I'm not... not even..."
"Not into it? Too bad, Baby Bradley. Mommy Mistress doesn't care what
you want or don't want. You talked me into being the boss and now the
boss wants this. Right?"
She was giving me a stern look and I knew at once that disagreeing would
be a bad idea. Better to just let her work it out of her system, which
I was sure she would do. I humbly told her that she was right. Even
though it wasn't what I preferred, it was still dominant, and that got
me excited. I gazed at my sexy wife. She had on a close-fitting
sleeveless top that showed off her oversized bust. The snug slacks she
wore clung to her wide hips and full thighs. And those black shoes with
two inch stacked heels added to the erotic effect. Her body language
backed up the commanding attitude she was projecting, and I lowered my
eyes meekly.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Baby Bradley?" she wanted to know.
"Strip for Mommy."
I began to undress and she went to the dresser to pick up something I
hadn't spotted. As she turned back to me I saw it was a pacifier, big
enough for an adult, with two ribbons hanging off its ring. I opened my
mouth to say something and she shoved it right in. Not wanting to
aggravate her, I closed my lips around it and even gave a few sucks.
She smiled and told me to keep it where it was. Soon I was naked,
standing there with that foolish piece of rubber and plastic sticking
out between my lips. I shifted uneasily. Even though my wife sees me
naked frequently, more than ever now that she's assumed her Mistress
role, I still get uncomfortable when my body is on display. I'm short
and slender and not at all muscular. I have practically no body hair
and, well, my genitals are smaller than average. And that's putting it
politely. Oh, and I have a baby face. Which might have been part of
her inspiration to play adult-infant games with me.
Assuming a maternal tone, Mara said, "Come on, Baby Bradley. Lie down
on the bed so Mommy can diaper your bum."
My skin prickled at her words. A feeling of powerlessness swept through
me. Being treated that way made me feel more dominated than ever. I
got onto the mattress on my back and looked up at her, still unable to
speak because of the pacifier filling my mouth. I sucked on it again,
earning myself an approving nod from... Mommy Mara. She took a cloth
diaper and expertly worked it under my hips. There was a quick
application of cream all over my crotch and then, as she rolled me one
way and then the other, powder sprinkled into the seat of the diaper.
She pulled it up between my thighs and around from both sides, then
deftly pinned everything together. I was wearing a diaper.
My wife leaned over me, her large bust temptingly close, and cooed,
"Good Baby. Mommy wants her widdle Bradley to be all dry and comfy in
his diaper. Mommy loves her widdle boy."
I felt my cheeks grow warm as I blushed. She gave my tummy a tickle,
which distracted me from my shame. Then she pulled a pair of rubber
panties up over my feet and legs, getting them into place and pulling
the elastic waist band over the top of the diaper. Not sure what to do,
I made a contented sound like a baby might. She leaned closer and
kissed the air in front of my mouth.
"Baby is being so good that I might have to let him nurse. Would Baby
like to nurse? Would Baby like to suck on Mommy's num-nums?"
Would I? Since she got into the dominant role, Mara hadn't been letting
me kiss her above the waist. I got to serve her pussy orally, several
times a week, though I was denied penetration. In its place she liked
to masturbate me, though her idea of satisfying me was to keep stroking
until I was on the verge of shooting, and then stop abruptly, letting my
small penis ooze a little ejaculate instead of shooting out an entire
load. I was so frustrating to have my orgasms ruined, but I wanted her
to be my Mistress, so I had to accept it. Now, however, this whole Baby
scene was confusing and distressing me. It had never been one of my
fantasies. I was mildly aroused by being nearly naked and so close to
her, and from being controlled so much, but I would rather have been
deciding how I would be dominated. That, unfortunately for me, wasn't
what she desired.
Next she helped me sit up so she could put the dress on me. That was
another problem. I had never longed to be feminized. I mean, maybe
having to wear panties. Or to act less-than-manly. But not to be put
completely into female clothing. Especially not baby clothes. She got
the dress on me correctly and fluffed up the big bow. Along with the
booties and bonnet, the dress was pink. I mouthed my pacifier harder,
desperate to have my voice back. Mara just smiled and worked the
booties onto my feet, then tied them there. She fitted the bonnet onto
my head and knotted its ties under my chin.
"That's my pretty girl," she enthused, clapping her hands. "My Baby
Bradley. Or should it be Baby Brenda? That's it. Mommy's Baby
Brenda."
It was all too much. I just needed to explain to her how I felt. I
took the molded rubber out of my mouth and sat there, trying to look
less foolish than I felt. I said, "Honestly, Mara, this isn't something
I want. We have to do things that work for both of us. What we should
do from now on is to..."
That was as far as I got. Mara snatched the pacifier from my hand and
shoved it back into my mouth. She was fuming. Suddenly paralyzed, I
didn't move as she took the ribbons on the pacifier's ring, pulled them
around behind my head, and tied them tightly together. If I wanted to
take it out now, I would have to untie them. She must not have wanted
me to have that option, because the next thing she did was to reach
under the pillow and take out a pair of colorful mittens.
"I was hoping I wouldn't have to use these," she said hotly. "I thought
that, since you're already my submissive, you wouldn't give me any
backtalk. But no, you still think you're running the show, Baby Brenda.
Wrong. I'm calling the shots. All of them."
As she spoke she was pulling the mitts on over my hands. I realized
that they weren't full-width, but narrow enough that my fingers were
crowded together and held so tightly that they were useless. Worse,
there was no thumb in the mitten, so all the digits on each hand were
turned into a single non-functioning flipper. As if that wasn't bad
enough, each mitten had a wide ribbon extending from its bottom. She
dragged my hands behind me. I started to panic, understanding that she
was about to bind them together, disabling my arms. But I was too slow.
I suppose I was more afraid of her wrath than of being made helpless.
Mara tied them quickly, lashing my wrists together, and pushed me over
onto my side.
I tugged at my bonds but they held tight. I couldn't talk or use my
hands. She grinned nastily down at me. I went cold inside. How far
was this going to go? Mara sat back down beside me and patted my cheek.
"You really have to learn to be a good little girl, Brenda," she said,
no longer sounding like she would boil over. "Or Mommy will have to
punish. Mommy doesn't want to be mean. Mommy wants to be nice." She
reached up under the front of the dress and her fingers found my
nipples, which she immediately began to tease. I'm highly sensitive
there and drew breath in sharply through my nostrils. Behind the
pacifier-gag I moaned with arousal. Inside the diaper I felt my penis
getting hard. It was a strange sensation, weirdly erotic. I squirmed
under her restless fingers. She withdrew one hand and used it to search
under the pillow. To my shock she produced -- what was that? -- it
looked like a dog toy but... -- it was a butt plug.
Mara saw my eyes go wide and felt me squirming, but knew I was helpless.
She giggled as she pulled down my rubber pants and unpinned my diaper.
Then she rolled me onto my back again and casually went to the dresser,
where she picked up a tube of cream. My wife rubbed it all over the
area where she had formerly used the other cream. I didn't understand
until she used a handful of tissues to wipe everything clean. When she
held up the tissues, my scant pubic hair was stuck to them. The first
cream had been a depilatory and it had removed all of the hair down
there. She got a hand mirror and held it so I could see the results.
With my girly top lifted out of the way I could see that my pubes were
as bare as a baby's. It made me look so unmanly and caused my small
genitals to appear even less impressive. I wailed behind my pacifier
but all she did was to chuckle. My weight was pressing down
uncomfortably on my arms.
"What's the matter, Baby Brenda? You've been getting off on being
dominated until now. Did you suddenly lose interest? Because I
certainly haven't. Well, at least you still have your precious cuckold
fantasy. I really hope you're really into that one. Know why? Because
Mommy has a friend coming over soon and he's going to help me make that
dream of yours come true. Now doesn't THAT make Baby happy?"
No. No. No. I had explained that infidelity on her part was strictly
a fantasy, not something I wanted made real. But of course, she knew
that. As she had said, now it was what SHE wanted that mattered. I had
gotten myself into a nasty situation and was powerless to do anything
about it. I strained uselessly at my bonds for another moment before
giving up again. My wife got her cell phone and took several shots of
me lying there, looking like the perfect sissy. She told me she was
going to send them to her new boyfriend to show him that I was as
unthreatening as she had said. I pleaded with my eyes but to no avail.
She pressed the SEND button and I had a sinking feeling that she was
going to take HER fantasy all the way.
Then she took the butt plug, put some cream on it, and pressed the end
between my bottom cheeks. I bit down on my gag as she pushed hard,
forcing the head of it past my anal ring. Mara kept up the pressure
until the entire body of it was inside me and my tightness was clenching
the narrow section near the base, where it widened out again to prevent
it from slipping completely inside me. I could feel it stretching me
back there, uncomfortable but stimulating. She gave my nipples another
brief teasing, making me get hard and even drip some clear fluid. The
whole process amused her endlessly.
"Let's get you pinned back up, now that Baby's nasty old peach fuzz is
all gone and that comfy bum-stopper is in place." She efficiently got
me re-diapered. Next she leaned over me, pressing one of her heavy
breasts, still covered, against my face. She asked me in the same Mommy
voice she'd been using if I wanted to nurse. Of course I wanted to get
my mouth on her gorgeous breast, to feel the nipple between my lips, but
that was impossible at the moment. It was just more of her teasing. I
wriggled unhappily. She intentionally drew the wrong conclusion,
telling me, "I understand. Baby doesn't want Mommy's teat. Baby wants
me to save it for the big man who's coming to see me. He'll have his
hands and mouth all over these big hooters. Maybe he'll put his cock
between them. He has one big enough to do that." She patronizingly
patted the front of my diaper. "Not a little pee pee like Baby Brenda."
After some more teasing and baby talk, with me growing ever more
distressed, she went to the dresser to check her hair and make-up in the
mirror. She used a brush on her long locks and put on a darker shade of
lipstick, a color she told me was dark cherry red. It made her appear
wanton. She struck a few poses that drove me wild with need. Then she
rubbed the front of my embarrassing diaper for several minutes, keeping
me hard while she made jokes about not being able to feel my small penis
through all that material. I was hoping that transmitting those
pictures had been a ruse, that she hadn't done any such thing, and that
she was about to reveal that the scene had just been a game she was
playing to cater to my cuckold fantasy. That desperate hope was quashed
when the doorbell rang. She gave me a wicked smile, licked her dark
scarlet lips, and left the room.
I lay there in that humiliating baby dress, which wasn't even covering
my diaper. I tugged at my bonds to no avail. I thought of slipping off
the bed and standing, but where would I go? Before I could think of
anything else to try, I heard a baritone voice speaking and my wife
answering. There really was a man in our home. I squirmed around as
the voices grew nearer. Mara strolled into the room, hips swaying, and
stood in front of me.
"Is Baby Brenda ready to meet Mommy's new friend? Hmmm?" She snickered
and then called, "Come in, Charlie. Meet my little sugar drop."
Into the room came a tall, powerful looking man. He looked down at me
and a broad grin split his square-jawed face. I shuddered as he said,
"Those pictures didn't lie. He's even more of a fairy than they made it
look like. Or should I say, SHE is more of a fairy."
My wife laughed. To me she said, "Do you like your new Uncle? Do you
like Uncle Charlie? Because I know that I certainly do."
Mara turned to him and stepped intimately close. She opened her arms,
closed her eyes, and tilted back her head. He embraced her and they
pressed their mouths together, sharing a passion-filled kiss. She
rubbed her body against his invitingly. He let his hands drop lower to
caress her jutting buttocks. They stood like that for several minutes,
exploring each other's bodies, while I moaned behind my pacifier.
They finally broke their clinch and Mara leaned over me solicitously.
She took the protruding end of the pacifier and wiggled it playfully,
saying, "Is Baby Brenda enjoying her binky? Is she?"
Afraid of breaking her mood and upsetting her, I made a happy sound and
kicked my booty clad feet. She giggled and said I was a good baby.
Then she helped me to stand. Charlie checked the ribbons behind my back
and reported that they were well tied. Then he backed me up and sat me
on the lid of the low wooden hamper. As I sat, the butt plug reminded
me of its presence.
Charlie looked me in the eyes and said, his tone serious, "Baby Brenda
has to stay right here and be quiet while Mommy Mara and Uncle Charlie
lie down and do grown-up things. If Baby Brenda ISN'T nice and quiet,
Uncle Charlie will have to spank her. Does baby want to get spanked?"
I shook my head, eyes wide, aware of how absurd I must look in that
bonnet. Charlie chuckled and patted me atop the head. He told me he
was happy that I understood and then turned his attention to my bride.
His hands went to the bottom of Mara's clinging top and he worked it up
slowly. Out plopped her big tits. He ogled them greedily before
carefully easing the top the rest of the way off. She used her hands to
ruffle her hair, opened her mouth invitingly, and licked her lips. He
took the cue and kissed her again, his hands going to the sides of her
full breasts as their fronts were pressed against his muscular chest.
When they stepped away from each other, she immediately began to
unbutton his shirt, obviously eager to get him naked.
Soon she had removed her shoes and peeled off her slacks, revealing that
she had no panties on. Charlie just stared appreciatively at all that
pink flesh. He reached out and fingered her nipples, then got closer
so he could bend forward and suck them. Waves of jealousy rushed
through me. But, to my surprise, I also got hard again. It was
shameful but I couldn't deny how my fantasies were making me react.
Mara sank to her knees and undid the front of his pants. She worked
them down and did the same to his boxer shorts. Another of my
fears/dreams was realized as I saw that he had a cock that made my
little dick look silly. She fondled all that flesh and watched it rise
and thicken. When it reached an astounding nine inches she opened her
mouth and lovingly took the head between her lips, to suck it and
swallow half of the shaft. My wife massaged his heavy balls with her
soft hands. He pressed himself gently forward, feeding her another two
inches of his member, making her purr appreciatively. I felt queasy.
But my dick didn't shrink at all.
Charlie helped Mara back to her feet. She came to me and stood there
like a goddess. My wife fussed with the front of my dress and cooed at
me. She brought her face close to mine, then moved her head to the side
so she could whisper seductively.
"Mistress Mommy Mara is getting onto the bed with hunky Uncle Charlie
now. She is going to get gloriously fucked by his enormous cock. Your
laughable like pinky-dick is going to stay where it belongs, inside that
diaper. You can squirm around on the hamper and feel that butt plug
making love to your ass, but that's about all the stimulation you're
going to get. In fact, from now on you can expect plenty of teasing
from me, but very few opportunities to squirt and empty your baby balls.
Your hairless baby balls." She chortled. "In fact, it could be a long
long time before you get to make any cream come out of the end of your
pee pee. Just think what your baby balls would feel like after a month
-- or three -- of that." She kissed the outer portion of my pacifier.
I could smell her lipstick, as well as the scent of sexual arousal that
filled the air around her. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment and
hot tears ran down my flushed cheeks. My penis was so stiff that it
hurt. My balls were drawn up super tightly, as if they were trying to
ascend back inside my body.
Mara got onto the bed on her knees, that magnificent ass up in the air,
wagging in slow motion, signaling her new lover to take his place. He
was happy to comply, putting himself behind her on his knees, his
massive cock aimed at the center of her desire. He eased the head
inside her moist entrance and she gasped with delight. Charlie fed inch
after rigid inch into her until he was buried completely. I twisted
around, full of nervous energy, my dick leaking fluid, the butt plug
stimulating me against my will. The big man began to slowly pump her,
pulling almost all the way out before sliding in once more. She sighed
and writhed against him. He gradually increased his tempo until they
were moving together at a steady but still unrushed speed. It went on
and on, longer than I could ever have hoped to last, while my wife
travelled over peaks and through valleys of pleasure.
Charlie paced himself effortlessly, maximizing Mara's enjoyment. He
leaned down and nibbled on her neck, making her whimper with need. She
glanced at me, sitting there in my little girl outfit, my hairless legs
on display, the binky still deep in my silenced mouth, my pinked cheeks
wet from weeping. She couldn't see my penis but I was sure she knew it
was achingly hard, and that my balls were throbbing. Mara favored me
with a smile and then returned her full attention to the stud who was
expertly controlling her libido. He accelerated and decelerated,
bringing her to the edge several times, making her hiss and pant.
"Please, Charlie," she said in a voice made urgent by yearning. "Please
take me all the way. My husband is just a wimp. Look at him. I turned
him into a baby girl, in a pink dress and that foolish bonnet. He's
useless in bed, unless he's sucking my pussy." She laughed throatily.
"It's your bull cock that I want. Make me a real woman, Charlie. Take
me over the top, love."
He began to thrust harder. Her eyes went wide with surprise, as if she
hadn't expected him to be able to jolt her that much. Her mouth was
opened in a big 'O' as he drove himself into her again and again, taking
her higher and then launching her into a quaking hollering orgasm. Her
legs jerked and her toes curled. She clung to him and wailed as he took
her through one climax, slowed to let her catch her breath, and elevated
her a second time into the stratosphere of satisfaction. As she reached
the apex he let himself go, growling loudly as his own want was
fulfilled and his balls were emptied into my wife's waiting and willing
body. They came together and rode it out, finally relaxing into a deep
afterglow. He draped himself over her back and she rubbed her ass
against him gratefully.
She looked utterly sated as her half-lidded eyes focused on me. Mara
murmured something to Charlie about wanting to be with him as often as
he wished. He gave her a light kiss on the cheek and assured her that
he had a voracious sexual appetite, so they would find themselves
together frequently, although, he added with a wink in his tone, it
would be in many different positions. They stretched out on their sides
and, after another half hour, with them lying face-to-face and
snuggling, she gave him one more kiss. My heart sank. My dick pulsed.
Mara said she would brew them a pot of coffee.
She got up and came to me, announcing, "But Baby Brenda can't have any
coffee. She's not old enough. Maybe Mommy bought her a bottle and will
fill it with apricot juice so she can suck on that and it will be so
yummy." She asked Charlie, "Could you get up for a second and turn this
hamper toward the closet door, honey?" He did. I was aware of how easy
it was for a strong guy like him. Then my bride opened the closet, so
that the mirror that hung on the inside of the door was directly in
front of me, and I was confronted by the image of what she had made me
into.
Staring at me was an adult baby, male but made to look like a girl. She
had on a pink bonnet and matching dress, along with booties in the same
color. Her arms were drawn back behind her. Stuck between her lips was
a big pacifier that she couldn't remove. Her cheeks were blushing and
streaked with tears. Her nose was even running a bit. Mara took a
tissue from the box on the dresser and wiped my nose. She made soothing
sounds and lightly touched her lips to the center of my forehead.
Mara told Charlie, "Coffee will be ready in a jiffy. Come on out when
you're ready. Baby Brenda is all tuckered out. She can get some rest
while we talk about adult topics. Like how soon we can have a replay of
what we just did, and what sort of cute outfit I should put her in for
that."
She left. I longingly watched her go. In the mirror I could glimpse
Charlie. He looked smug as he lay there appreciating just how much of a
sissy baby my wife had made of me. I wondered how much she had told him
about my fantasies and about pushing me beyond my limits. At last he
got up and stood by me, his long cock hanging down, still coated with
their mixed sex fluids. Charlie put the tip of his thick forefinger on
the end of my nose and chuckled.
He said, "I am going to have so much fun, so often, with Mara. She's
mine now. And you're going to stay the baby girl that she made you. I
can't wait to see you zipped up into a sleep sack, with sleeves but no
legs. You can crawl from room to room when we call you. And I've
already got ideas for building a big enough changing table. It's going
to be wonderful, Baby Brenda."
Charlie gave a deep laugh and left me there alone to think about my
fate. I wanted to be dominated but this had gone further than I'd ever
imagined, and in the wrong direction. My cuckold fantasy had become a
chilling reality. And I was stuck in my new role as Baby Brenda, with
no hope of escape. The butt plug was starting to feel almost good. I
had an unsettling thought. With my predilection for submission, what if
they got me hooked on this new scenario? What if I became addicted to
being cuckolded while in diapers? What if repetition rewired my brain
until I actually craved all this demeaning mistreatment?
I began to weep fresh tears and watched my reflection do the same. From
the kitchen I could hear Mara and Charlie. They were talking quietly
and, now and then, laughing.
*********
(If you like this story, you might want to check out HUMILIATED SISSY
HUSBAND by Rikki. It's great and I'm sure the author would appreciate
hearing from you.)
(And I'm always happy to get new comments about my older stories.)
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