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Chapter 4. Nanna In Charge Sheila crowded close to David as these thoughts rushed through his head, making him feel doubly awkward about his baby ways. "Come on, baby girl," the tall blonde crooned, taking one of his trembling hands in her much larger one. "Let's show you off to Simon. He's only seen the photos so far." David jerked in fear, thinking, 'Mummy has been showing off my baby photos? Oh no!' Oblivious to his rising panic, Sheila sang, "I'm sure he wants to see how pretty you look in real life. Come with me." Sheila hauled him into the spacious lounge room in a daze, followed by the others. Simon was drinking coffee and reading the Sunday paper, his lanky athletic frame stretched out on the sofa in old blue jeans and a green polo shirt. His dark brown hair was short and neat and swept back from his chiselled features. He looked relaxed, totally at home in these elegant surroundings, and he smiled a welcome to David and Jane. "Hi! How are you two?" Then he sat up and stared at David's appearance with wide brown eyes, chuckling, "Well, well! Look at you, David! Jane told us you wanted to be a sissy baby! You certainly look the part!" David heard muted feminine laughter from behind him. Simon's deep masculine voice oozed self-assurance and confidence, and the seeming normality of such an impossible scene in a totally inappropriate place clouded David's mind. He sensed a mist falling down round him as he lost contact with reality. Without warning, his nightmare from the previous night returned. He was in the golf club surrounded by laughing people, he was uncontrollably wetting his pants, and Simon was staring at him in disgust. He felt the wet heat spread around his crotch and then seep between his legs. Unconsciously he had lost control. Unaware of his actions, David bent his knees slightly and clutched the front of his plastic panties against his trickling tool with both hands, in a vain attempt to stem the flow - and making it clear to everyone what was happening. Simon was surprised by such an obvious display of infantile behaviour, and wrongly concluded that David was doing it on purpose. He blurted, by pure coincidence, the same words from the sissy's nightmare from last night; "David! Are you wetting your pants?" The tortured sissy could only moan around his dummy teat in response. David's panic attack peaked and his rubbery knees almost collapsed in shame. As he squatted, a noise not normally heard in polite drawing room company erupted from the seat of his baby pants - always an embarrassing noise when made in the wrong place at the wrong time, especially in public. This was far worse! It was a prolonged wet farting sound, a very obvious sound to everybody in the room. Caught in a semi-squat, David was as startled as everyone else - except Jane. She tried to hide her grin as the laxative in his morning bottle took effect. As the squishy symbol of embarrassment escaped from David's bottom in an unstoppable hot rush, he clutched his padded seat with both hands in a belated attempt to prevent what had already occurred. Horror was written all over his face, which drained of colour in a heartbeat. His breath came in short ragged gasps and tears of shame filled his eyes. The sloppy dummy-teat dropped from his gaping mouth as he panted breathlessly, hanging loosely on its ribbon and bouncing against his tummy. The two hot moist sensations spread and slowly shifted downwards, filling that so vital a nappy, till they met in that supremely sensitive place between his wide-splayed thighs. His hands still clutched uselessly at the bulging seat of his plastic panties, his legs unnaturally splayed and his knees bent. He was the very picture of a small child helplessly filling a nappy. The silence in the room was deafening - and seemed endless. David could only see through a foggy mist of tears, but he was acutely conscious of what he'd just done. The panic attack faded as suddenly as it had come, to be replaced by a sense of dread, shame, and complete helplessness. It was Zo?, still in Jane's arms, who shouted the obvious. "Uncle David did a poo-poo in his nappies, Mummy!" "Her name is Baby Daphne now," Jane reminded her squealing niece. "Baby Daphne did a poo-poo!" "Shush, Zo?! He can't help it. Don't tease him - I mean, her," cried Jessica. All of a sudden there was movement around David. Jane realised David probably thought he'd had a traumatic but true accident, and worried for a moment whether she had pushed things too far. She didn't want him to have a real mental breakdown. It would be awkward having to take her husband to the hospital dressed like this! Jane stepped forward to console her crying baby, putting Zo? down and motioning for David to embrace her in a compassionate maternal gesture. He threw his arms around her tiny waist and collapsed against her body, his face instinctively nestling between her huge cushiony breasts. Sheila and Simon held hands and watched the odd couple embrace, chuckling at what had happened. Neither was sure whether David had pooped his pants on purpose. They were so confident of their own normal loving relationship, they both felt a slight thrill at what was ultimately a piece of pure sexual domination theatre. Sheila smiled to herself as she watched her husband discretely rearrange the front of his trousers, and she licked her pink-painted lips in anticipation. As David sobbed in Jane's embrace, wishing she could somehow magic him away from this elegant house and all these people, he wailed, "Thowwy Mummy! It wath an acc-thident! I didn't mean to! I'm thowwy, Mummy!" He apologised over and over. She calmed him and caressed his face, crooning; "There, there, my little Daphne! Shh baby! It's alright. Shh, darling. Don't cry, baby girl. Mummy's here. Mummy's got you now. " At the same time Jane replaced his dummy teat in his mouth, to give him the much needed support and comfort it usually provided. She picked up the bottom edge of his bib and used a dry patch to wipe the tears from his red cheeks. With a cruel smile on her crimson painted lips, Helen stepped behind her snivelling son-in-law. David felt her hand lift up the back of his petticoats and dress. His plastic panties and diaper went tight at the front, pressing the stimulating wetness against his shrivelled member as she pulled out his nappy and baby pants at the back. Helen bent down and sniffed loudly, making it obvious what she was doing. "Pooh! Oh yes!" Nanna declared in a loud clear voice. She let the tight waistband snap back against his spine. "Baby Daphne has a dirty nappy!" David was mortified and tears of shame leaked from his eyes. A nappy inspection by his mother-in-law in front of the whole family, and he was dirty! "Sorry, folks," Jane apologised. "We'll chat in a few minutes. I need to take care of my baby's dirty diaper first. Back soon. Come with Mummy, baby." Jane took his hand and she and Helen quietly escorted him out of the room. He blindly followed their lead, waddling wide-legged after them, whimpering in humiliation and acutely conscious of the warm squishy mess filling the seat of his nappy. His free hand hovered over his bulging bottom, as if to shield his shame from everyone's view - but in effect, only drawing more attention to what he'd just done. David's blurry eyes were riveted to the carpet in front of his shiny pink Maryjanes. He couldn't imagine what Simon and Sheila must think of him. The women took him upstairs to the spare bedroom at the rear, where Helen had set up a complete adult-baby Nursery like at home, complete with a huge steel crib and a padded changing table, with all the necessary supplies. His mother-in-law looked after David every Friday from eight till five- thirty, so Emma could have the day off - in exchange for babysitting at night sometimes or working on the odd Saturday or Sunday - if Jane wanted to go out and enjoy herself without Baby Daphne being embarrassingly in tow. David, of course, had initially been appalled by the idea of being looked after by what he had considered his haughty, disapproving mother- in-law. But their relationship had changed dramatically over the ensuing months, as Helen had been moulding him into a sissy plaything for her daughter - and herself. Despite dressing him and treating him like a baby girl, Helen made David perform maid duties around her house. Nanna called them; "Little tasks, suitable for a little girl." He had grown accustomed to doing the dusting and the vacuuming for Mummy, and cleaning the bathrooms, so he was familiar with those chores. But Nanna's house was so much bigger than Mummy's, and there were three toilets to scrub - not two. Toilets he knew he would never be permitted to use again. After Helen had shown him what to do - and checked on him repeatedly - he had been allowed to work unsupervised for short periods, although Nanna always inspected his work afterwards. Carrots and sticks depended on his satisfactory performance. On a couple of his visits during the last month, Nanna had grown sufficiently lenient to let David talk to her about more everyday things. She always made him speak with a dummy in his mouth, using his cute little lisp, with streams of wet dribble running onto his bib. He would tell her of his growing acceptance of parts of his baby life between slurps from his baby bottle. He would sometimes plead with Nanna to ask Jane not to humiliate him in front of others or in public. When Helen pressed him, he admitted he had been a poor lover to her daughter, because of his submissive nature and secret longing to be a baby girl - but he also begged to be allowed potty-privileges sometimes, to return to a normal life from time to time. Of course his pleas got him nowhere. His Nanna was a good listener and a better debater, and she always had a logical answer as to why every little request he made was inappropriate or untimely. One of his more pleasurable chores was to wash Nanna's underwear by hand. He had to go into her bedroom to put away her delicates in her chest of drawers - a task he absolutely loved! He used to perform the same pleasurable task for his mother when he was little. Helen's underwear was designed for the heavier, more mature woman, and was less flimsy than the dainty things his wife usually wore. Nanna had Daphne hand-wash her full- cut control-top panties and a lovely collection of large underwire bras and boned corsets, sexy basques and panty girdles. David often spent half an hour putting Nanna's unmentionables away, lingering over every sexy garment, lovingly folding and re-folding each feminine item, caressing them before placing them in the correct drawers. It reminded him of his childhood with his real Mummy. A few weeks ago he had got so excited while handling some of Nanna's gorgeous satin panties, he'd been unable to stop himself from delving one hand into his damp nappy while he was supposed to be putting away her underwear. He started playing with his tiny peenie while fondling a coffee-coloured pair of Nanna's thick satin panties, and imagined what it would be like to try them on. The luxurious material felt wonderful when he brushed the gusset against his cheek, sighing in pleasure. His busy hand moved faster inside his nappy, pumping harder in his desperation to climax before Nanna caught him being naughty. He was so engrossed in what he was doing; he never heard Helen enter the room. When she addressed him, he nearly died of shock. "What are you up to, little girl?" Helen demanded with a sly smile. "Hmm?" He knew it was a rhetorical question. It was obvious what he was doing. Instead of being angry, the voluptuous matron sat on the bed in front of him and ordered, "Don't stop, Baby Daphne! Keep doing what you were doing, you naughty baby! Face me and show Nanna how you play with your clittie in your nappy. Go on, baby! Keep playing with yourself, little girl - but don't you dare cum!" Red-faced with shame, he awkwardly continued manipulating his hard little cock, his fist pumping slowly and rhythmically along the length of his slender shaft, revelling in the stimulating sensations of a warm wet nappy brushing against the sensitive head. Helen smiled encouragingly and opened the top three buttons of her crisp white cotton blouse, leaning closer to him to reveal her lacy white bra and the swelling curves of her huge fleshy mounds. Her mature bulging breasts seemed to fill her sexy bra cups to overflowing, and the wide-eyed sissy gasped in desire. Helen sensed he was getting close, so she sat back and commanded; "Stop that!" When he didn't instantly respond, she covered her cleavage with one hand and her voice grew harsher. "Stop playing with yourself, you naughty baby! I said stop, Daphne! That's better." Her tone softened. "Good girl! Take your hand out of your nappy, but use your other hand to hold those panties close to your face, you little sissy. Before I let you finish what you were doing, you have to promise to give me something. A present for your Nanna. Something I would really like - something you could easily do for me, to please me." He looked at her in confusion and Helen explained, "How about agreeing to let me show you off to my bridge partners? I can arrange for the ladies to visit here next Friday afternoon, instead of our regular Thursday, especially to meet my sissy-baby son-in-law. I'm sure they would love to watch you doing what you are doing right now! Wouldn't that be fun? We could do that first, and get all that nasty goo out of your sissy clittie - and then you could show them all your funny baby ways. A nappy change downstairs on the lounge room floor after you've cum would be a great ice-breaker. What do you think?" Helen laughed when she saw him shudder in fear and shake his head. "Or would you prefer me ask Jane and her new boyfriend to come round here for lunch one Sunday afternoon? It would be a great opportunity for you to thank him for being such a good lover to your Mummy. I'm sure he would love to see you all dressed up as a sissy baby girl. I understand he has some difficulty believing how feminine you look when you're all dolled up. Perhaps we could arrange for you to give him a little fashion parade in some of your prettiest frocks. I know you'd love that! Wouldn't you, little girl? Afterwards I could strap my little dribble-puss in the highchair to feed you your lunch. That would really show him how you behave like a baby! You might also finally learn who he is. Maybe he's someone you know? Don't you want to know who is making your Mummy Jane so happy in bed at night?" She snickered when he pouted and shook his head harder in response. Instead Helen offered, "Perhaps you might like me to arrange for you to visit your old office then? Would you like that? Think of all those cute girls you used to try and chat up; Penny your old secretary, Melissa your assistant, and of course, all the young people you used to terrorise in the telesales department. They're all wondering where you got to, baby - and I must tell you - the odd rumour has been flying around! You could finally explain the truth to them. Couldn't you, Daphne?" He stared at her in horrified disbelief. She wouldn't! She couldn't! Helen paused in thought and then continued, "I reckon we'd need about a half day to introduce you to everyone. Emma could bring you round one Wednesday when I'm there for a board meeting, in the new pink baby stroller I'm having made especially for you. Doesn't that sound nice? We could wheel you from floor to floor and leave you with each group for a while, to chat about old times. Wouldn't that be lovely? Although I suppose Nanny Emma would have to change your nappy at some stage, and there's no baby-changing room in our building - but I guess she could put a changing mat on the table in the conference room. You know? The glass- walled one on the second floor, right across from the telesales department." "No! No Nanna! Please no!" He was shocked that his lovely Nanna could even think such humiliating thoughts. He whipped his hand from his nappy in horror that he might have to make have to do something so shameful in exchange for letting him spurt. He wailed, "Not that, Nanna?" She laughed, a wicked teasing sound. "Alright, alright, little girl! Settle down! We won't do that to you anytime soon - but eventually, you know we will! Don't you?" The trouble was, he did. Deep down in his mind where he dare not dwell, he knew that all those things could happen to him. He knew the women hadn't fully tested the lengths they would go to, to shame him and expose his fetish to others. He knew that his own undeniable masochistic desires made it all quite possible. Partly because he was effectively trapped by Jane's clever planning from the outset. He no longer possessed any credit cards, cash, keys to the house, or a car. Jane had made great deal of the fact that he no longer had a bank account. Above all; she had taken away all of his adult male clothes and replaced them with baby dresses. To walk out of the house naked and empty-handed was absolutely unthinkable. All these constraints made it easier for him to mentally acquiesce with whatever little humiliations came along. He was also unsure of his diminishing continence these days, and guessed he would probably need to wear a nappy whatever he did - until he could eventually retrain himself. This self-doubt about wetting his pants in public sapped his resolve, which briefly resurfaced from time to time. The real truth however, was that he went along with Jane and Helen's plans because of his deeply submissive nature, which in the end undermined his will to resist or to find ways out of his weird predicament. Not that he didn't have the desire from time to time to grow up again and escape their clutches. This was always much stronger right after he'd cum. Sometimes after spurting his baby juice in his nappies, he would fight every minute to try to retain control of his bladder, resisting the women's plans for his baby ways, or at the very least complying with their demands in a surly ungracious way, making it clear he was only doing it because he had no choice. Each time though, the sticks would mount up. Punishments became more frequent - and more painful. Then his libido would start to return. His resolve would weaken until he became compliant again, desperately trying to be good by going along as much as he dared with his captors' ploys, so he could earn much-needed carrots - so that he could ease his frustration at night and play with his clittie again. At times like this, when he behaved like a proper little girl, his baby status almost seemed fun - provided it was kept safely within the confines of Mummy's or Nanna's homes, between the three of them. Outside or with strangers, Daphne always felt exposed and ashamed, however long it had been since he'd cum. He remembered Helen standing in front of him that afternoon, towering over him in her scary high heels. She raised the hem of her mid-thigh, grey knitted skirt a few inches, and slid her hands underneath. She wormed her thumbs inside the waistband of her full-cut cream panties, over her hips, and she slid her thick satin knickers down over her plump womanly bottom and down her long shapely legs. David watched her with wide staring eyes as his buxom Nanna daintily stepped out of the shiny satin puddle and she held out her hand to him. "Hand me those pants, sweetheart," Helen commanded. She smiled at his ready obedience and deftly stepped into the clean knickers, careful not to snag her six-inch stiletto heels. She slid the fresh knickers up her muscular calves and womanly thighs, but she turned her back on him to work the tight-fitting full-cut panties up over her big round rear. After Helen had demurely smoothed her wool- knit skirt back into place, the matronly blonde turned to face him and kicked the discarded cream panties towards him with the shiny toe of one black patent court shoe. "Here, baby girl." David snatched them up and cradled the heavy satin lingerie to his cheek, revelling in the fact that they were still warm from Nanna's body heat and carried a hint of her delicious personal fragrance. She chuckled at his eagerness as she sat down on the side of the bed. "Now then, turn Nanna's knickers inside-out and put your thumb in the panty gusset," Helen commanded. "You know which bit that is, don't you?" He nodded submissively, gazing in wonder at the damp cotton material lining the gusset. "Of course you do! Yes, it's the bit closest to your Nanna's special place. Isn't it?" Helen smiled wolfishly at his guilty expression as he timidly nodded. "Now put your thumb and the panty gusset in your mouth, and have a good wet sucky-suck. That's it. Good girl! Mmm! That tastes nice, doesn't it Daphne?" She laughed at the conflicting expressions on his face - part shame, part rapture. "Now let's fold the waistband of the panties over your pinkie finger, that's right. That way you can feel Nanna's sexy satin panties brushing your cheek while you sucky-suck. I bet that feels wonderful to a sissy panty-lover like you! You can come downstairs like that, and keep Nanna's knickers right there till lunchtime. Come on!" He was grateful she let him stop sucking her panties while she fed him lunch in the highchair - mainly because it allowed his erection to dwindle. His bladder was full and aching and he desperately needed to pee. As soon as his clittie returned to normal size he began to soak his nappy, and the strong hot stream continued for ages. A little after lunch he was sitting on the floor of that elegant lounge room, with the sloppy panty gusset buried in his mouth again, hard as a rock while he sucked hungrily on his wrinkled thumb. Nanna returned to the room and sat down with a mug of coffee, and he noticed she was carrying a small pink wrapped parcel which she placed on the coffee table next to her. Using the shiny toe of one black patent court shoe, Helen poked the tenting front of his baby panties with a derisive snort. "Still excited, I see! And so wet! Would Baby Daphne like to have a little squirtie in her lovely wet nappy?" David nodded eagerly as he slurped wetly on her tasty panty crotch, boldly pressing his free hand against the front of his baby panties. "Ah-ah-ah!" Nanna cautioned the excited sissy baby, kicking aside his self-pleasuring hand. "Not yet! What do I get, baby? How about Nanna gets to introduce you to a couple of her friends sometime?" David frowned and was about to shake his head in denial, but he was so horny! He was desperate to cum, and Helen knew it. And this sounded like the least threatening option she'd offered him all day. With a whimper of submission, he closed his eyes and nodded in agreement. "Good girl!" she praised him, and he moved his hand to slide his fingers under his dress and petties and inside his nappy. "Wait, Daphne!" He froze. "Nanna wants to see if you can cum just by moving your hips and rocking on your wet botty. Try it. That's it, rock and roll, rock and roll. Good girl!" She laughed at his dreamy expression. "Oh I see! Baby Daphne likes that!" She chuckled, "That seems to work." He was still rock-hard and by thrusting his hips backwards and forwards as he sat on the floor, his throbbing stiff clittie rubbed against the warm wet padding. He could feel that magic sensation building inside his clinging drenched nappy and he moaned in pleasure around the soggy panties in his mouth. Helen crooned, "That's a good girl! Show Nanna how you rub your hard little clittie against your wet nappy. You love that, don't you baby girl? Ooo! Look at you! My sissy baby is so excited to be sucking on Nanna's panties. Isn't she?" As Nanna encouraged him in crooning baby-talk, his rocking movements became more urgent, more pronounced. Her taunts about being dressed as like a sissy baby girl and sucking on Nanna's dirty panties; getting excited in front of his mother-in-law and the expectation that he would do spurties his nappy in a moment or two, couldn't stop the inevitable growth of unique pleasure spreading upwards and outwards through his body and into his brain. Reality became temporarily suspended and second only to the strange demands of his mind, the fierce obsession that only sexual obsession however oddly formed can command. The aromatic wet panty gusset in his mouth became something to lustfully slobber over; the drenched nappy between his legs seemed at once soft but firm, moistly cradling his thrusting peenie in thrilling humidity. The sleek satin panties brushing his cheek felt wonderful! With glazed eyes he stared at the lace-edged fringe of his frothy white petticoats and the bulging plastic panties between his splayed legs, the stretched leg elastics cutting into his thighs securely containing his thick wet nappy. In his mind the rustling baby panties assumed the role of an erotic sex object. He sensed Helen's body going soft and sensual as she relaxed back on the bed, leaning on one elbow, a look of amused fascination transforming her attractive face, somehow making his solitary activity a shared experience. The explosion wasn't long in coming. Accompanied by some breathless girly moans and whimpers, he slowly peaked in a series of urgent exquisite thrusts into the damp Abriform, moaning quietly, "Mama, Mama! Baba! Baba!" over and over. He finished and fell quiet, apart from panting for breath, his face flushed and his body trembling with reaction. This was always the worst moment for david - as the pleasure faded, to be replaced by feelings of shame, horror, and regret. He always wanted to be quiet, to be left alone to reorganise his thoughts - to face the reality of where he was, what he had done, how to face the world in his sissy baby clothes once more. He couldn't really believe he had just cum in his nappy - right there on the floor of this elegant lounge, in front of his watching mother-in-law! His thrilling baby clothes and delicious wet nappy lost their wondrous appeal of moments ago and became odd, inappropriate, and shameful. He didn't know what to do with Nanna's panties now, all sodden wet with his dribble around the gusset. He had fallen from the heights of exquisite pleasure to the depths of shame in a matter of seconds. Helen discretely checked her watch and thought, 'Perfect timing!' She surreptitiously rubbed her meaty upper thighs together, watching David undergo the usual transformation from pleasure to self-disgust. She had a warm moist feeling down there that she knew she'd have to discreetly attend to in bed that night, after Daphne had been taken home by her Mummy. But she was certainly not about to let her sissy baby know that. The pleasure of dominating him was always more intense when David remembered he didn't want to be a baby anymore. He didn't know it, but the post-orgasmic hiatus when he loathed his baby status was the most exciting time for his Nanna. Helen loved the moment when she could see in his hang-dog expression the realisation that he had done something so shameful; alone and unaided. The very act of masturbating was a disgraceful thing to do in her lounge room; it was unmanly and ultimately rather childish - in the sense of displaying an infantile lack of self-control. And to cum without touching himself, just by rubbing his hard little clittie against his soggy well-used diaper? Helen wanted him to realise that such behaviour revealed his quirky innermost thoughts, impotent desires and a babyish effeminate sexuality - quite out of place amongst 'normal' people like her family She realised the act of sucking her fragrant panties had exposed another weakness she could exploit. Above all, she wanted him to feel degraded and inferior. She, like Jane, wanted to manipulate David, to destroy his ego, reducing his status to that of a helpless infant - and thus making him completely dependent on them. "You can keep Nanna's pretty panties with you and show Mummy what you like doing later," Helen promised him, rubbing further shame into her spent son-in-law's shattered psyche. She had one more surprise for him. "I have a little present for you here, baby girl. I think you will like it. It was expensive, and is one of the best of its kind." She handed him the small pink wrapped parcel. David suspected he knew what was in that parcel. He sensed it from the moment he'd first seen it. He didn't want it. He knew the time for this would come eventually, but he didn't want to think about it, especially now. He also didn't believe his mother-in-law would ever be the one to present him with such a thing. He slowly unwrapped the packaging. Tearing the pink tissue paper away, he revealed a solid wooden gift box, the size of a small jewellery box. A shiny silver plaque on top was engraved with the words; "To our Baby Daphne; you will learn to love this as we love you. From Mummy and Nanna." They were using his baby girl name, which always softened his resistance. He really loved it when they called him Baby Daphne. He hesitantly opened the hinged box. There lying on a bed of purple velvet like an expensive jewel, were three shiny silver rings. They were larger than finger rings, but not much - thicker and stronger-looking as well. One was slightly bigger than the other two, and they were joined by a hinge device and a series of small chains. Each had an elegant thumbscrew mounted on the top of one and the bottom of the other, and closer inspection revealed that the rings diameter could be tightened or loosened by the thumbscrews - rather like a jubilee clip. But these were no crude devices. They were elegantly made, smooth, and polished like jewels, with a strange frightening beauty. Two miniature silver padlocks lay alongside the rings. David couldn't immediately see where they fitted. He had no doubt what this present was. He had fantasised over the years about being chastised, and written about it to some of his sissy-baby acquaintances online. However; if the thought always made you hard, then surely it wasn't for you? He wasn't ready to submit to this. The pleasure of cumming - as he had minutes before - was real; a compensation for some of the shame and humiliation he was forced to endure every day. It was something that made his submissive behaviour somehow okay in his mind. How could he sacrifice that, as well as what little was left of his male pride? The manly freedom to ejaculate at will, even if only in the most humiliating of circumstances? He shook his head almost defiantly as he tried to return the box. "No Nanna! Pweathe no? Not that! Pweathe no?" Helen refused to take it. Even as David protested, he knew he would wear it soon. He half-wanted to try it on now. What would it be like to be finally controlled in every way possible? Of course he wanted to try it - but only if he could take it off whenever he needed. He knew such thoughts were foolish. The doorbell rang and Helen went to answer it. David's normal sense of fear and apprehension flooded back. Who was at the door? Would Nanna invite them in to see him in his humiliating outfit? Having climaxed only minutes before, he desperately didn't want Nanna to make him perform like a silly baby girl in front of strangers. He heard voices in the hall; a deep male voice and a young woman's light tenor. They chatted with Nanna for a while, but he couldn't quite make out what was being said. Maybe the visitors would leave without coming into the lounge room? Perhaps Nanna would protect him from them? Surely Helen knew he didn't want to be seen in his baby frock now. No such luck, they were coming in. He mentally braced himself as best as he could, sitting on the floor in his toddler frock and wet nappies. He closed the box containing the chastity device, popped his dummy back in his mouth, and looked at the door in fearful expectation. The wet satin panties lay forgotten on the carpet beside him. Helen marched back into the lounge room and tossed him a sly grin. "Remember you agreed to let me introduce you to a couple of my friends, little girl ? Well, Baby Daphne, I want you to meet Sally and Morris. They've come over to help my sissy-baby try on her clittie-cage. Isn't that lovely?" David shook his head in useless denial as an attractive young couple entered. She was a petite, good-looking woman with long, dead-straight blonde hair and high bouncy breasts, and she padded into the room in a pair of pink sneakers. She looked in her early twenties and she was wearing a tiny denim miniskirt and a pink scoop-necked t-shirt, displaying plenty of cleavage. The man was older, fit and well-built, with something of a Brad Pitt look about him, dressed in jeans and a red and white striped business shirt. Apparently they were here to make sure David's new Chastity Device was the right size. With this up-market model, there was an optional fitting service - if the customer so desired. Helen told David, "Your Mummy and I have taken Sally's advice, and we won't insist you wear your clittie-cage. Certainly not today. You must ask us when you are ready to have it put on, baby girl. It will be your choice. Understand?" Sally chimed in, "You call it a clittie-cage? Oh that's so cute!" With a teasing grin for David she continued, "We find it much better for the proposed wearer to volunteer when they are ready. When the dominant has arranged for one in secret - as is the case here - the wearer takes a while to mentally prepare for the next step. But normally the submissive asks to chastised within a month or two after the first presentation. Obviously if they are involved from the outset, it's different. We put it on and if it fits properly, well - then it stays on." To David Sally added, "The purpose of the fitting today is to make sure that when you are finally ready to be a good little girl and submit, all will go well - without any discomfort or problems. Then you can be kept under control for as long as the key-holder deems appropriate. Isn't that wonderful?" Sally placed her hands on her bare knees and crouched down to address David face-to-face, speaking down to him like he was two years old. "Well aren't you a little sweetie! Your Nanna has you dressed up so prettily for our visit! Don't you think so, Morris? Is your name Daphne?" David tore his eyes from Sally's bulging breasts with great difficulty and stared at the floor as he nodded, making her giggle. "Oh she's shy, too!" Sally giggled. "How sweet! Well, don't worry, baby. I'm used to seeing lots of very shy men. But you are the first sissy baby girl I've ever fitted. We've sold lots of chastity belts to adult babies before, but you're my first for the full fitting service. Your Nanna told us you already had a little cummie-cum in your nappy a little while ago. Is that right? That's good - as it's so much easier to fit you if we don't have to use cold water and ice to get you small. Mrs Baxter, will you take off Daphne's nappy, please?" Nanna put a rubberised sheet under him first, explaining to her guests that these days, she was unsure how much bladder control the baby actually retained. Red-faced with shame, David lay back in the usual position with his legs splayed apart and his knees in the air, right there on the floor in the lounge in front of Sally and Morris. Nanna flipped up his frock and frothy white petties and pulled down his plastic panties and removed his wet nappy. His tummy was shiny with cum, and Nanna shook her head and clucked her tongue in reproval as she wiped him clean with some cold moist wipes. Sally and Morris didn't bother to hide their grins. Nanna then poured a small amount of baby lotion around his private parts and briefly rubbed it in, grimacing in disgust. David was too recently spent to react much. A little pull on his arms, and he was sitting up in front of Sally on the rubber mat without a nappy. As his short baby frock and chiffon petties were only hip length, all his bits and pieces were clearly on display. "Oh, that's great!" sally cried. "The lotion should make it slip on much easier." Sally knelt close in front of him, smiling encouragingly at him with her sensuous red lips as she went about her task. "First we unclip the larger ring, and that goes round your little sac. Like this. It is as wide as it needs to be to be slipped on, and then we clip it closed like a bracelet. See? This little wheel then closes it up, so it fits nice and snug." Her fingers were soft and gentle as she went about this most intimate of tasks, softly touching his limp little clittie and dangling sack. "The silver padlock stops anyone from turning the wheel or unclipping the ring. Absolutely foolproof! It is attached to the smaller rings, which work in the same way. They go over the tip and around the base of the penis. The chains let them sit about a centimetre apart. See? That's fine! A snug fit, isn't it darling?" Her gentle hands eased the rings over his tip and she pressed he first one down to the base of his tiny tool. "Morris, is this the smallest you ever made?" Sally asked. He nodded and she explained, "You see, many small men end up chastised, so we do make some very tiny sizes. But this one is the smallest we've made yet - for an adult." As she knelt in front of him he was conscious of her deep shadowed cleavage, her pretty face and sensuous perfume. She really was attractive young girl - but she had fitted a chastity cage on him! Morris who had been supervising closely, chipped in; "We must test it, Sally." He turned to the matronly blonde. "The point is, Mrs Baxter; we find that some men - well, sissy boys, really - who have a tiny penis when unaroused - like your little Daphne here - well, their penis doesn't grow much when they get fully excited." Helen interrupted Morris to correct him. "Baby Daphne doesn't have a penis. She's a baby girl! She has a clittie!" He laughed and shrugged his shoulders. "Her clittie then. Sometimes tiny sissies like your Daphne are able to obtain some relief with the chastity device locked on their clitties, even though it is fitted tightly when they're flaccid. We can't make the fitting any smaller for the unaroused state, as it could be painful and dangerous. Anyway, let's try it. Watch. Sally does this quite well." Kneeling between his splayed legs, Sally smiled tenderly at David. She pressed her upper arms against her sides to make her generous breasts bulge, and she deliberately leaned forward to expose a wide expanse of plump youthful breast flesh. He couldn't help but stare. "Ooo Daphne! Are you peeping at my breasts?" she teased him, stroking one bulging mammary. "Do you like them? Do you think I'm pretty?" Sally coyly demanded, gently taking his little tool in her soft fingers. David couldn't help sneaking peeks at her abundant mammaries and he instantly responded to the young beauty's bold display and erotic touch. Her searching fingers delved under the tip of his trapped tool and found that sensitive spot which was still slippery with baby lotion, rubbing in stimulating little circles. As he started to swell and thicken under her expert caresses, Sally gazed down in fond approval at him and licked her smiling red lips with her wet pink tongue till they were shiny and glistening. "Good baby! What a good baby girl for Aunty Sally!" she praised him in treacly toddler tones. "Show Aunty Sally how much you like her. Do you like it when Aunty Sally plays with your little clittie? Oh, and think about your Mummy's new boyfriend! Does he have a big cock? That's exciting! Ooo, that's a naughty word, isn't it? You're not allowed to say that word, Baby Daphne! Are you? I bet you like playing with this silly clittie of yours while he is having fun with your Mummy in the grown-up's bed. Is that what you do, little girl?" How could one so young, so pretty and feminine, read such awful secrets in your mind? As he became more aroused, but well before promised pleasure started to glow, the tight feeling around his swelling shaft became more and more painful. Pleasure and pain became fused, until reluctantly he had to push those soft caressing hands away from his stiffening member. He gasped and winced in pain. "Thtop! Pweathe thtop," he wretchedly murmured. Sally reluctantly stopped and leaned back on her heels. "Aww! I was enjoying that." She laughed at his anguished expression and playfully pinched his nose "Come on, Daphne, you liked it, too - at first! Didn't you, little girl?" The cute blonde noticed the discarded panties lying on the carpet beside him, the sodden crotch dark and moist. "What's going on here?" Sally pointed to the wet knickers and sniggered. Helen explained, "Our little sissy got so exited while she was playing in my panty drawer, she had to play with her clittie! I let her suck the crotch of my panties for an hour or so - the ones I'd been wearing all day. Then Baby Daphne managed to do her baby cummies in her nappy without even touching herself! I needed to get her to cum before you came, you see." The guests laughed at her witticism and David's face went bright red, and he stared fixedly at the floor. Sally's fingers slipped under his chin, forcing him look up at her pretty smiling face. She held his gaze as she said, half-scolding, half- chortling; "Well I never! That was a rather shameful thing to do, wasn't it Daphne? Fancy sucking your mother-in-law's soiled panty-crotch right in front of her! And it made you so excited, you did a baby squirtie in your nappy! Is that right? Well, well! That was naughty, wasn't it? Now if this chastity device - your clittie-cage - had been on, that wouldn't have happened. Would it? Morris and I wouldn't know your dirty little secret, and you wouldn't now be about to break down and cry!" Her eyes trapped his in that cruel mocking gaze as his face went scarlet with embarrassment. True to her word, he felt his eyes fill with hot tears, and Sally shook her head at him, sneering in contempt. Morris and Sally were clearly satisfied with their handiwork, ensuring relief wouldn't be possible for David in the future. Nanna asked, "Well Daphne? Would you like to keep your clittie-cage on to show your Mummy when she gets home?" The frightened sissy baby emphatically shook his head in denial, hot tears trickling down her flushed red cheeks. Helen theatrically stuck out her bottom lip and pouted hugely in disappointment. "Aww! But it looks so pretty," she tried to convince him, "and Mummy will be here to pick you up soon. Are you sure you don't want to keep it on for just a little while?" "Pweathe no, Nanna," the sissy snivelled, a stream of tears running down her blazing cheeks. "I don't want to." "Oh alright," Nanna conceded with bad grace. She sighed heavily in disappointment and motioned to the grinning girl kneeling between Daphne's thighs. Sally without fuss or any sexual manipulation, quickly removed the device. She wiped it clean with a baby wipe and replaced it in the box. "Keep it by Daphne's crib in her Nursery," Sally suggested, while Helen pinned a clean nappy about the sniffling sissy's hips, "and your little Baby Daphne will think about it all the time. Soon she will ask for it to be locked on her clittie. True sissies always do! The desire to have their sexual relief controlled lies deep in their submissive nature. This is especially true for Cuckolds. They know they no longer need their genitals to do anything to satisfy their wives or partners, so a chastity device is perfect for them! They love it, really. Many wives give the keys to the real man in their lives to hold, as a sign that their former sexual relationship with hubby is completely over." Sally smiled when she noticed Baby Daphne lift her bottom without being asked, so her Nanna could pull up her plastic panties. She was such a well-trained sissy- baby! As they made ready to leave, Sally turned away from Baby Daphne. From his humble position on the floor, he had a perfect view up his young tormentor's brief miniskirt. David wiped the tears from his eyes to clear his vision. She was wearing a tiny pair of baby-blue nylon panties, and he admired the way they clung like paint to her womanly bottom. He was glad his wayward clittie was safely ensconced inside his fresh fluffy nappy, as it helped conceal his growing excitement. Sally glanced over her shoulder and smiled at his fixed gaze. She laughed as she bent over slightly and cheekily poked out her curvaceous bottom at him, blowing him a farewell kiss from those full red lips before she departed. He snapped back to reality in Nanna's spare bedroom when Jane ordered him to climb up on the changing table and lie down. David resolved not to weaken, never to ask to be chastised. Never! That was two or three weeks ago, and somehow he knew Sally was right. Soon he would submit. Each new humiliation he suffered, like the terrible scene that just happened downstairs, brought with it the certainty of more degradation and submission. He was on a slow slippery slide, down and out of control. He climbed up onto the padded change table, moving gingerly to stop the warm mess between his legs from spreading everywhere. He looked desperately to Nanna, searching her face for a hint of sympathy. She looked brisk and business-like. Jane seemed a bit preoccupied, too. He guessed it was because Mummy didn't want to have to deal with his dirty stinky nappy right there and then. His whole body trembled with shame. In tears from the disgrace of messing himself in front of his wife's whole family, and desperate for some reassurance, he promptly raised his hips when Mummy commanded. Jane pulled down his plastic baby panties to his ankles, and left them there while she pulled on some disposable latex gloves before she unpinned his nappy. As soon as she was ready to pull it away, David brought his flexed knees up to his chest, keeping them as wide apart as possible. Mummy carefully lowered the front of the Abriform disposable to reveal the disgusting mess he'd made. "You dirty, dirty little girl!" Jane scolded him, in the tone of a long-suffering mother. "What a stinky poopy baby!" The inevitable smell of a messy diaper wafted round the room and Helen groaned. "Oh my God!" She threw the nearby window open all the way. David cringed and turned his face away. His fault, his smell, his shame. "Oh dear! What a mess!" Pulling a face, Jane carefully eased the soiled disposable diaper from under him, wiped up most of the sticky excrement on his bottom with the cleanest bit, then folded the heavy diaper and taped it closed. "Yuck-spuck! What a poopy baby!!" She dumped it in a disposable nappy sack and tossed the heavy bundle in the trash bin. "Keep still," Mummy scolded him, "you dirty little girl! Pooh! What a stinky bot-bot!" Looking vaguely irritated, Jane started to clean him with wet wipes and liberal amounts of baby lotion. David lay there with his hands clutching his knees to his chest, his filthy private parts exposed to his wife and mother-in-law, writhing in a silent agony of embarrassment. How could he have lost control at both ends in front of his brother and sister-in-law and their children? How was he ever going to face them again? Dressing in sissy baby clothes didn't seem so bad compared with the awful reality of what had occurred in the lounge room. Normally he would start to get aroused as feminine hands covered with lotion ran over his genitals, sliding around and up and down his little tool. But not today. Jane was soon reapplying nappy rash cream and talcum powder, but today his clittie remained shrivelled, lifeless and tiny. The two cummies earlier in the day and the sheer shock of what had happened numbed his emotions through and through. With a curt "That will do," Jane reached over to the changing bag and pulled out a clean white, fluffy terry nappy. Telling him to lift, she slipped the hourglass-shaped piece of cloth under his hips so he could relax on it's soft whiteness. She opened a fresh Abriform maxi to it's full shape, and holding it in front of his face, she demanded; "What's this, Baby Daphne?" The only answer was, as always, "It'th a baby nappy, Mummy." "Who's it for?" "Me, Mummy." Jane nodded in thin-lipped agreement and commented disdainfully, "You've certainly proved you need one, that's for sure! What a dirty baby girl!" She slipped it under his raised hips and soon the Abriform was firmly in place with the tapes tightly closed, making it snug and secure. The clean terry nappy came next, pulled up firmly between his legs. As always, the four big pink-headed nappy pins secured it tightly round his waist and again at the tops of his thighs, ensuring his legs were forced wide apart - and giving him a soft clinging feeling in his most sensitive places. Nanna meanwhile, took out a fresh pair of big pink plastic panties, flapped them to remove the creases, and held them up in front of his face. These transparent pink plastic panties had a narrow band of white lace decorating the waist and leg bands. Jane took the rustling pilchers from her mother and she stretched the lacy waistband wide, making them look even larger, all ready to go over his big nappy. "What are these?" Jane demanded, and Mummy and Nanna waited for the inevitable answer. "They are my pwathtic baby pantieth," he girlishly lisped. "And why do you wear plastic baby panties?" she asked, emphasising the 'p' the 'l' and 's' to show up his baby talk. "Becauthe I need them to thtop my wettieth and dirtieth going evewywhere." "NO! You wear them because you love them! You know that! You want to wear them! You had a whole secret supply you hid from Mummy! Didn't you? You went to naughty ladies to be pinned in your nappies and get dressed up behind Mummy's back! You love to do wetties and poo-poos in your nappies! Mummy knows! You want everyone to see you in plastic panties and baby dresses, don't you?" He knew the answers he had to provide, and he squeaked, "Pweathe Mummy and Nanna, I wove my pwathtic baby pantieth! I wove my nappieth and baby fwockth. I wove being your baby girl, Mummy! I can't thop myself doing wettieth and dirtieth in my nappieth. I can't help being a thithy baby girl." "Well, you best remember that, Baby Daphne, and behave like one," Nanna warned him. Smiling to herself at his meek submissive attitude, Jane slowly threaded his feet into the crackling plastic panties, the most shaming piece of clothing he had to wear. She drew them up his legs and over his nappy, tugging at the tight elastic waistband to make sure every bit of cloth was safely contained. This was the moment David loved, despite his feelings of shame and resentment. It happened many times a day - the completion of a nappy change; the clean, warm, safe and dry sensations down there. The firm clinging pressure between his legs, giving a real sense of safety and security. The lingering aromas of baby lotion and powder, the freedom from control and responsibility his diapering engendered - and his manhood removed, he sometimes thought. It would only last a brief time, and then the first little wet, followed by another, and then another. Hardly noticeable at first, the humid warmth gradually growing heavier, wetter, and slowly more uncomfortable, until another humiliating erotic shameful nappy change started the whole process all over again. This happened several times a day; a regular ritual which eroded his manhood, self-respect and self-esteem - but replaced them with feelings of softness, submission, and compliance. Nanna picked up the bucket containing slightly soiled cotton nappy to dump it in the washing machine. She offered to rinse out the plastic panties, too. They weren't dirty, but after Nanna put them to her nose, she cried, "Pooh! They stink of Baby Daphne's poo-poos!" She left the Nursery carrying the nappy bucket, heading for the laundry downstairs. Jane took David's hand and led him waddling back downstairs again, feeling fresh, clean, and much more comfortable. Despite himself, he cheered up at the soft caressing sensation of his clean diaper rubbing between his legs. He caught a glimpse of his refection in the floor-to ceiling mirror at the foot of the stairs, and he realised how toddler- like and 'little-girlish' his cute satin frock made him look. His platinum-blonde hair was done in high frothy bunches with pretty pink ribbons, with the glossy pink Alice band in front. His dainty feet were adorned by pretty pastel-pink patent Maryjanes and white lacy anklet socks, and his hairless little legs looked unmistakeably feminine poking out under the mass of frothy petticoats. He looked so feminine - and so babyish! To be continued in chapter 5. Please keep posting your comments and reviews here if you'd like to read more. I love to read what you think. All comments and criticisms gratefully accepted. Hugs from Baby Jennie