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Dear Katie, Pansy, Jeannie, Candi and Tammy, thank you for those lovely comments. Please keep posting your reviews here. Hugs from Baby Jennie Chapter 13. Mummy and Uncle Jake. Jane was driving fast and the lights of Jake's red Porsche followed close behind, making her loose tawny locks glint in the bright halogen headlights from time to time. Daphne stared at Mummy's beautiful face like a lovesick puppy from her toddler car seat in the back. In profile Jane looked regal and proud, her pouting red lips open and glistening, her gorgeous swan neck seemed somehow sensual. Why did he love her so much? Why could he not stop wanting to please his wonderful Mummy? He always pined for the slightest hint of her approval - a glance here, a smile there, anything, any small token of Mummy's affection. After Mummy unlocked the front door and dragged him into the house, her voice was strangely husky when she commanded, "Corner-time, Baby Daphne! In the naughty corner with you - but in the lounge room, this time." She pointed to the stairs. "Go and get your corner-time ball from the Nursery. Go on! I want you to do your time-out in front of Jake, not lurking out here in the hallway where no one can see you." This happened sometimes when some visitor was sitting in the lounge room and Mummy wanted to make sure her baby behaved during her 'time-out.' He had to put the soft rubber ball on the bridge of his nose and keep it there by pressing his face into the designated corner. So humiliating! Jane let him run up to the Nursery alone to fetch the ball while she hurried back outside to unload the car. She gave Jake a lingering sensuous kiss after he locked his car and took some of Daphne's baby things from her hands. She closed the front door and deadlocked it behind them, pushing baby's pram aside for the moment. As David waddled down the stairs, he saw them drop his stuff on the carpet against the wall and stroll down the hallway arm in arm. Jane gazed up at Jake with a radiant longing and her sexy hip waggle practically screamed, 'I need it now!' He could see how she felt about Jake, and his face was a picture of misery as he headed into the lounge room clutching and squeezing his pink rubber ball. He shuffled to the required juncture of the cream-painted walls and pressed his face hard into the corner - as he must to stop the ball from falling. He imagined what he must look like. Bonneted, bibbed, nappies bulging inside glinting plastic panties, poking out below frothy petticoats and a flounced satin dress; face pressed into the corner like a penitent child. Loud sucking noises echoed in his ears. He couldn't see himself, which was just as well. He was the perfect sissy-baby cuckold! Confident the baby couldn't see them, Jane gave Jake another lingering kiss in the hallway and pressed her hips against his strong hard body. She felt his hands slide down her back to possessively cup her big round bottom and she collapsed against him, shivering with arousal. Her gathered her silk skirt in his thick fingers and bunched it up around her hips, then slid one hand over her beautiful big round bottom, caressing her firm muscular cheeks through the fine mesh knickers. He briefly played with the taut suspender straps before he boldly slid his fingers down her bumcrack, between her parted thighs to the slippery gusset of her panties, and he briefly caressed her wet quim. Jane moaned and sank into his body for a few seconds, spreading her legs slightly and boldly pressing her sensitive spot against his naughty fingers. He pressed her sodden panties inside her with two fingers, she was so open and wet. His tongue delicately licked her pouting red lips, making them moist, teasing them open, till he was thrusting inside her. With a gasp she pulled her face back. "Wait! Wait just a minute. Please Jake? I need to get the baby settled first," Jane pleaded, reluctantly breaking away from his grasp. Jake possessively patted her curvaceous rear one last time before she dashed upstairs to the Nursery, to get things ready to put Daphne down in her cot for the night. David would be lucky, his corner-time would be cut short this evening. Mummy and Uncle Jake had more urgent, pressing needs. Jake strode into the lounge room and stared at the rear view of the effeminate sissy he intended to further devastate - by fucking his gorgeous wife again and again. He looked like a real girl with those hairless little legs and his shimmering clouds of petticoats. Jake was hard as hell already and couldn't wait for David to be locked away in his crib. A malicious thought struck him and he took out his phone and started video recording the bizarre sight. Keeping his phone at arm's length, he walked over to the cringing baby girl in the corner, leaning down so his face was level with the sissy's neck. He pressed his thick sensual lips close to David's ear and stage-whispered, "Hey baby! I'm going to fuck the shit out of Jane tonight, David! I bet you like that idea? Hmm?" There was a muffled whiny, "No!" "Do you know how? I'm going to make her kneel on the bed first, facing away from me. She's wearing her black lace-bottomed panties - the see- through ones - and they will be tight on that luscious big round arse of hers. The black suspenders will cut into the backs of her thighs, holding up those glamorous silk stockings. They have sexy lace tops, too. I know; I've already run my hands over them," Jake gloated. "She's wearing that sexy basque tonight. She showed me. I love the way it makes her big boobs stand up and out, like tits on a tray. I bet you'd love to see her kneeling on all fours on your bed, with her bum proudly displayed, open and ready. Wanting and waiting. Waiting for who? Waiting for me, of course!" He chucked nastily, and his deep manly voice grew hoarse with desire. He leaned his left hand holding the phone against the wall, to keep the image steady. "Picture it!" he whispered. "Her swollen fanny will bulge invitingly inside the sodden little strip of satin that forms the crotch of her panties. I won't bother to undress her. I shall simply pull her knickers aside and fuck her like a greedy slut. The cotton gusset is already dripping with her juices, she is so desperate for my cock. You know that, don't you?" He moved closer to Daphne, who had her hands clasped behind her back like a good obedient little girl. David was trying hard to fight off the mental images Jake was so eloquently painting. Thinking of Mummy like that made his clittie harder, and he moaned at the sharp biting pain. Jake took the sissy's moans to be sounds of submission. He stood up and brushed his tenting pants' front across the cringing pansy's curled fingers, so she could feel how long and hard and thick it was. Daphne moaned around the dummy-teat buried in her slobbering mouth, the walls pressing against her temples, unable to move away from the nasty big man. "I'm gonna slowly shove this big hard cock of mine right into your wife's hot wet welcoming cunt!" Jake coarsely whispered. "I'll take her hard, doggy-style, and she will beg me for more! Beg, beg, beg! Here, smell her." He put those fingers which moments ago had caressed her heavenly place, perfumed with her musky aroma, right under David's nose. He rubbed the aromatic tips across the bobbing guard of his dummy, marking it with her scent. "See? She's already wet and ready for me, wanting me." Daphne shivered as she inhaled deeply, her twitching nostrils filling with Mummy's sweet musky odour. She whimpered at the biting pain as Jake boasted, "I bet you never took her doggy-style? Don't answer, I know. A submissive sissy like you would never dare! You would fail miserably. You probably couldn't even get a hard-on. Ho-hum, David. What's it like to be a loser? Now when you hear Jane yell for it and scream out in orgasm, you will know it's me making her cum. That's so good of me, isn't it? What does a good little sissy cuckold say to his wife's lover, when he's making her so happy in bed? Hmm? What does he say?" Jake demanded. There was a tiny muffled moan in reply. "We're very quiet this evening, are we not, Daphne? But you know what to say, don't you? You know, little girl. You fairy! You read that smutty sissy porn all the time, don't you? You must have read what you need to say, haven't you? In your dirty little wanking stories?" He leaned forward, pressing his massive erection against Daphne's trembling hands. It was sticking straight up towards Jake's belly button, so hard, so long - and Daphne could feel the heat of him, even through his trousers and boxers. Jake spread his feet and flexed his knees, crouching and pressing his swollen tool harder against the sissy's linked hands. Rubbing it in. Showing off. He straightened his legs slightly and crouched again, sliding his rampant cock up and down against the trembling fingers of his lover's husband. Those little fingers curled and uncurled in panic, until they unintentionally clasped the hot solid length of Jake's throbbing manhood through his trousers. Daphne shuddered at the strong masculine presence behind her, but couldn't seem to release her grip on his cock. It was massive! Terrifying! She moaned piteously, a strangely feminine sound, and Jake whispered triumphantly, "I knew it! You gay fucking fairy!" His chuckle was evil as he backed away, freeing himself from her unintended grasp, and he bent over the sissy till his minty breath warmed her neck. "Now thank me. Say it nicely," Jake growled menacingly. "Come on. Say thank you, Uncle Jake." "F-f-fank you, Unca Jake," Daphne snivelled wetly through a mouthful of dripping rubber teat. "What for?" he prompted, making her spell it out. He held the phone close so the inbuilt microphone would pick up every word. "Ohh! Fank you for making wonderful wove to my wife, fank you," was the muffled whimpered reply. "Fank you Unca Jake." Jake could tell the moaning sissy was close to tears again. Jake laughed in contempt and swatted Daphne's big padded bum viciously hard, making him yelp and jump. "That's alright, Daphne! Any time! Although she's not your wife anymore. She's your Mummy! Isn't she? Maybe some day your Mummy will let you lick her pussy clean after I've finished with her, as a special treat?" Another tearful whimper. "Or maybe not." Jake moved away, more excited than ever, hard as a rock and ready for Jane. He switched off the video recording and dropped his phone in his pocket, then caressed his straining erection through his trousers. He rubbed his massive hard-on through his clothing, eager for Jane's return. David, nose buried in the corner, sucked harder on his dum-dums, seeking any vestige of comfort. He wanted his teddy bear to cuddle. He was shattered! It was impossible to feel more used, more defiled, surely? He could but wait patiently, eyes closed to avoid staring at the featureless walls, hands clasped tightly behind his back like a naughty child suffering penance, until the adults gave him permission to move. Sudden unexpected warmth blossomed around his front as he wet himself yet again. He hadn't even noticed he needed to go! His lack of control was getting worse. When Daphne heard Jane return, he wanted to tell Mummy what naughty Unca Jake intended doing to her - but he couldn't. He was trapped - silent and immobile in the corner - by his own weak character - at Jane and Jake's pleasure. Jane snapped, "That's enough corner-time, Baby Daphne! "I've had enough of you today, you bad little girl! Go upstairs, quickly brush your teeth and put on your nightie. Call Mummy when you are ready for your nappy change." As he scuttled out of the room clutching his rubber ball, he could see the hungry lovers fondling each other. He hurried to get ready for bed, carefully putting his dress and petticoat on the correct padded hangers, taking off his Maryjanes and socks. Shoes in the shoe cupboard, socks in the dirty clothes basket. Carrots and sticks, carrots and sticks. On with a new, hip-length lavender Winnie the Pooh nightie - in slinky nylon with oodles of white lace trim. He called downstairs for Mummy after he had done his teeth and rushed to wait beside the change table for her, cuddling his favourite fluffy pink teddy and sucking his dum-dums. Jane carried two fresh 20 oz. bottles of water - one for bedtime and one for overnight. She dumped one in the crib, upright against the head end and propped up by his pillow, and the other in the cup-holder secured to the headboard. "Up you hop, little girl." When he lay back on the padded table, Mummy pulled down his baby panties and quickly changed his wet nappy. This time true to her word, she arranged two of the thick hourglass-shaped nappies on the table. Each nappy was made from two layers of double-sided terrycloth sewn together, with another two layers in an oval soaker pad in the centre. This meant each single nappy represented four layers of thick fluffy towelling between his legs. Jane then produced an open package of toddlers' disposable diapers from beside the change table, size 'Junior walker - 18-25 kgs.' "Look Daphne," Mummy crooned, opening the puffy pink diaper and shaking it over his face. He inhaled the delightful fragrance and whimpered. "Aunty Sheila gave me a packet of Zoe's old diapers to use as nappy- liners for you. Aren't you a lucky baby girl?" She slid the open toddler's disposable between the two cloth layers, absorbent side up. She made sure the diaper was centred in the nappies and then she pinned them tightly over his hips. "You get to wear some of your cousin's old diapers!" Mummy slid some purple baby panties over the top, to go with his nightie. David couldn't bring his legs together at all when she helped him to stand, his crotch bulged so much it looked ridiculous. Mummy laughed and predicted, "You can expect some strange looks with that lot on when you're out with Emma tomorrow - and for the rest of the week!" At last he was in safe his cot, and Mummy raised the high barred side till it locked in place - which strangely comforted him. David was thankful to be left alone in peace and quiet, to think how he could extricate himself from this awful predicament he'd found himself in. He reached down instinctively and caressed the bulging front of his baby panties, his other hand reaching for his bottle. Realising that he no longer had to wear the hated pink leather mittens was little comfort. He spat out his dum-dums and replaced it with the teat of his bottle. Jane smiled at the sissy baby submissively lying back in her crib with her hand cupped over her nappy crotch, sucking noisily on her baby bottle. A picture of infantile innocence. Leaving the door wide open, she hurried back to her bedroom to her waiting lover. At last they were alone! Jake stood barefoot beside the king-size bed, legs slightly apart, wearing nothing but his charcoal Calvin Klein boxer undershorts and a hungry expression. His muscular body rippled in the soft yellow light of one bedside lamp, making him look more bronzed and cut than usual. A large, as yet unseen male member tented those baggy silk shorts impressively outwards. Ready, inviting, so absolutely delicious! His massive cock was hers, hers alone to enjoy, hers to savour, hers to use and abuse. Jane knew she was about to get fucked - not by her pathetic submissive husband, but by her strong dominant lover. And her caged sissy baby would be able to hear every moan, every scream, every cry of passion. Never had Jane been so excited, never had she needed sex like she did right now. She stood admiring his Adonis-like body for a moment, soaking in his masculine perfection and mentally comparing it to the soft puny frame of her baby. She gladly kicked off the stiletto-heeled Jimmy Choo's, two supple movements had her silk skirt in a neat puddle for her to step elegantly away from. Her black vest and white cotton blouse joined the other things on the floor, leaving her in her sexy black lingerie. Jane stretched her arms above her head and stood on tip-toes, reaching slowly, languorously upward, to ease away the tension from the hours of waiting, emphasising her tiny waist and her womanly breasts and bottom. Jane had a magnificent body, her sumptuous curves enhanced by glamorous lingerie carefully chosen and crafted to sexually arouse. Jake gazed at her voluptuous silhouette with lust-crazed eyes and his manhood seemed to get bigger. Two hungry souls, perfectly matched - young, athletic, confident in each others lovemaking ability, stimulated beyond reason by an afternoon of sexual fetish theatre, barely able to touch each other or respond while watching stimulating scene after stimulating scene, as Daphne sank lower and lower into her submissive sissy-baby persona in front of their very eyes. As Jane's power over Daphne soared, so did her sexual arousal. But now the children had been put to bed, and the adults had been released to play. As they stood in each others arms, tongues lustfully intertwined in each others mouths, a tropical front was building that would soon become a storm. His hands roamed everywhere on her body, stimulating, teasing, touching, so beautifully intimate. He smelled so manly, his tongue tasted so sweet. She sucked his tongue like she dreamed of sucking his cock, and he groaned in arousal. Her senses were tingling with expectant need. She could sense fresh moistness seeping from her juicy opening, flooding the sodden gusset of her bikini panties. 'God! I'm so wet! I almost need a diaper myself,' she mentally chided herself. She giggled at the silly thought as she pulled down her panties, peeling the sticky wet gusset away from her sweet spot with a whimper of pleasure/pain. Jake guided her to the bed, helping her to ease down her lace-lavished wet panties till they joined the scattered clothes on the floor. He could smell her arousal and it only made him harder. Jane flexed her knees and spread her long legs, ready to lie back and receive him, but was intrigued when he gruffly commanded, "No honey. Roll over. I want you on your knees. Kneel for me!" She sat up and he impatiently ripped off her beautiful black basque, destroying the fastenings in his haste. Jane threw back her tawny blonde mane with a moan of passion. Jake growled, "Face the other way. Kneel for me!" No man had ever ripped an expensive undergarment from her body before to expose her feminine delights, and she obeyed his commands in a fog of desire. He gently eased her silk-clad knees further apart, until she collapsed forward onto her elbows with a guttural moan of acceptance. She buried her face in the bedclothes and arched her back, poking out that beautiful round rear so she was waiting, open and vulnerable, presenting her steaming wet quim to her rampant lover. She felt her pussy lips retracting and she knew she was open and ready for him, juices dripping from her pulsating pink walls. He intended to take her from behind! How insulting! How demeaning, how disgusting! How could he do such a thing? Oh how she wanted it ! Now, this way! She wiggled her gorgeous plump rear at him in blatant invitation and whimpered, "Please Jake? Please take me!" He stood behind her, caressing her stocking-clad legs and the bare backs of her silken thighs, stroking her quivering bum cheeks, taking his time - his trailing fingers moving closer and closer to her steamy opening until she moaned in need. "Please fuck me, Jake! I need your cock! Your big beautiful cock!" She raised her seductive pleading voice until she was certain the baby in the next room couldn't avoid hearing her. "Please Jake? Fuck me with your massive cock! Fuck me hard, fuck me now!" Jane hissed her demands with desperate urgency. How could she be so crude? He laughed, an evil sound of victory, and stretched her creamy round buttocks apart with both hands, opening her wider till she felt so exposed, so vulnerable and wanton. She could feel him staring at her wrinkled pink rosebud and gaping love-tunnel and Jane begged, "Ohhh! Oh please? Please?" He stood between her splayed feet and nuzzled her juicy opening with the tip of his manhood, and it was so hot and spongy. "I need your beautiful, big hard cock! I need it so bad!" She could feel her dripping vagina pulsating in readiness, opening like a hungry wet mouth. Jane cried out in passion when he slid the first few inches in; big, bold, confident, wonderful ! "Ohh! Oh yes! Yes! Yesss !" Instant ecstasy! She screamed in joy as her slick vaginal muscles clenched on his solid throbbing member, gripping him and squeezing him like a fist in a wet satin glove. Her noisy climax lasted for almost a minute. When she imagined the agony her chastised sissy must be enduring in the next room, the rush of ecstasy was so severe, Jane thought she was going to pass out for a few moments. She panted for breath, then felt the second wave coming. She was like a growling panther, weight on spread knees and elbows, back arched, thrusting her gaping opening back on Jake's pistoning member, determined to engulf every pulsating centimetre. "I love your big thick cock!" she screamed, her husky voice ragged with desire. "Fuck me, Jake! Fuck me with that beautiful big hard cock!" "You're so wet, baby! So open! Oh God! Oh God!" Jake yelled between thrusts. It thrilled him to perform like this, knowing he was satisfying a beautiful woman while torturing a gay faggot at the same time. "Take it for me! Take it all for me like a good girl!" "Oh yes! Yes!" She flung out her arms and grabbed the doona cover with her splayed fingers, gripping the material in her clenched fists and bracing herself, stopping herself being driven forward by the power and intensity of his thrusts. "Give it to me Jake!" she shrieked. "I need it all! I need your big hard cock!" The storm gathered its strength, action feeding on action, lust on lust, unsated desire intensifying, bodies gleaming with perspiration as they coupled harder, trying to magnify the sweet sensations. They loudly spurred each other on, their vocal responses aimed at torturing the sissy baby, but stimulating each other beyond belief. Muscles rippled wavelike, her back arched up and down, as he grasped her tiny waist in a vise-like grip to further impale her on his engorged member, his huge fingers locked on her bucking pelvis. A hurricane of emotion, hugely powerful, gripped the two of them. Each deep powerful thrust produced a scream of exultation from Jane, reverberating round the house. As they built towards the inevitable noisy climax, Jake's grunts became animalistic in intensity. Jane knew there was no stopping him now, no subtlety here, no teasing! A rapidly approaching finale was soon to be upon them. In his cot, David knelt up and gripped the side bars tighter and tighter as though he might sunder them. Not possible. Nanna had long ago informed him they were made from Australian hardwood - ironbark - and were as strong and heavy as steel. He let his forehead rest on the painted wooden bars and sucked harder on his dum-dums. Nothing had prepared him for this. The storm of ecstatic passion in the next room only deepened his feelings of inadequacy, making him feel more vulnerable. Each joyful scream from his wife hammered home his failure as a man. Jake - his former employee - was enjoying his wife to the utmost - and Mummy was loving it! Somehow her perfidy didn't make him want to reject Jane, but made him more desperate for her love and attention. Little spurts of wee seemed to leak out of his clittie each time Mummy screamed, bringing comforting warmth round his tiny imprisoned uselessness. Letting go of the bars, he collapsed onto his side and cuddled his fluffy pink teddy to his breast in lonely isolation. He was apparently so close to love but in reality, light years away. He could hear Mummy squealing, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" Despite himself, his tiny member stiffened and thickened until it met the solid metal loops of his restraint. Then his clittie recoiled in painful frustration as the horrid ring bit into the tender swelling flesh. He tried hard not to think sexual thoughts, tried hard not to imagine the passionate performance in the next room, but he found it difficult. Mummy was so noisy! He tried singing along to the Nursery rhymes coming from the twirling mobile over his cot. 'Old McDonald had a farm, eee-eye eee-eye oh! And on that farm he had some duckies, eee-eye eee-eye oh!' Each time his concentration lapsed, the ring bit again, making him whimper and writhe in pain. 'Everywhere a quack-quack!' The clittie-cage reminded him that he must remain erection-free if he was ever to be comfortable down there. He must remain soft and limp - like a girl. The reality of this new restraint discipline and the painful way in which it forced from his mind any thoughts of sexual self-gratification, was dawning on him. The fury climaxed in the next room, suspending normal thought. Their great cries of exaltation joined in unison as Jake pounded her pussy like never before. He could hear the machine-gun slapping of flesh on wet flesh between the roars. His orgasmic yells went on for ever. Again and again he pumped his manhood into her, copiously filling her with his seed. Then slowly the storm eased, the wind dropped, their bodies shining wet with perspiration, heaving to draw air into their lungs. They slowly calmed till they rested, still linked; she on elbows and knees, locked on that massive hardness which barely shrank. They remained tied together like two dogs, he gripping her hips and leaning into her for support. Panting as though they were caught in the low pressure eye of the storm, they paused and waited helplessly for the next inevitable onslaught. They ignored David's soft cries over the baby monitor; "Mummy! Mummy, Mummy!" He felt it must be impossible for normal humans to survive such a powerful coupling. 'Unca Jake must have killed her! He's fucked her to death!' Lonely neglected Daphne sobbed quietly at the thought of what Jake had done to his beautiful Mummy, while she was left all by herself in her baby's cot, thinking 'I'm an orphan!' The baby's tearful whimpers merely stimulated the linked couple. When the soft murmurings and movements started again in the next room, Daphne sniffled back the tears. Mummy was alright. She was right there next door, safe and sound. The eye passed swiftly - assisted by the tearful cries they could hear over the baby monitor. Jake's need for her returned quickly and his semi-hard-on started to thicken once more inside her pulsating warmth. He withdrew fractionally but even so, Jane cried, "No Jake! No! I need more! More, please Jake! Please darling, I need more!" But he withdrew only long enough to roll her over to her back and push her up the bed, climbing between her spread legs to impale her again. "Aieee! Yes! Yes! Oh yes!" Moments later every inch of his hardness was buried inside her luscious wetness again and she squealed in absolute ecstasy. When she finished cumming, Jake withdrew slightly, then slowly slid back in. Slowly out, and slowly back in again, each time withdrawing a little further - before filling her to the hilt. After a few minutes of languorously teasing her, he speeded up, and his side-to- side hip movements became more pronounced. Jane moaned as she spread her thighs sluttishly wide, opening herself as wide as possible for his expert gyrations. He made her noisily climax again, but when Jane recovered a few minutes later and tried to accelerate the action, he deliberately slowed down, making her groan in frustration. He wrapped his massive arms around her, trapping her in place with his hard muscular body, needing to dominate her. Jake grinned as he panted, then accelerated his hip thrusts again, building the speed slowly, inevitably towards another peak. She relaxed and surrendered control, swept along happily, knowing that with one more climax for him, the day's extreme experience would be over. After months together, Jane knew Jake was rarely up for more than two orgasms in one night. Ecstasy built again and they both screamed in passion without restraint as they violently climaxed. Then it passed, over too soon, no subtlety here, no finesse. A raw need which had been stoked repeatedly during the day, had been vigorously slaked. David, the partial inspiration of their lust, lay motionless in the next room in his baby cot. 'And on that farm he had some piggies, eee-eye eee-eye oh!' He was only dimly aware that he had been a catalyst for the events in the next room - but only in a passive role. He was merely a toy to be enjoyed by Jake and Jane, whenever they desired the added sexual thrill of embarrassing or humiliating him. He had never felt so used, lonely, ashamed - and above all, helpless. He wanted to be the man in Jane's bed, but that was impossible. He wasn't a man. He was a baby. A baby girl. The perfectly feasible option of climbing out of his crib, walking into the next room and demanding an end to this humiliating treatment, never entered his head. He had accepted his subservient role totally. In the dim light he looked down and he could see the faint outline of his bulging plastic panties, packed with the double thickness nappy which forced his thighs apart. The sight comforted him. 'And on that farm he had some baa-lambs, eee-eye eee-eye oh.' He felt safe being properly diapered, with no worries anymore about wetties and messes. No sexual responsibilities, either. Not anymore. When he couldn't think of any more farm animals, he whispered in teddy's ear, "I'm jutht a baby. A widdle baby girl." His pink teddy seemed to be a true friend this evening, his ever-present dummy gave real comfort as he sucked rhythmically on the fat rubber teat, trying to mentally distance himself from the scenes he had been forced to overhear. The bars of the cot acted like a barrier to the real world, a world that could only shame him and laugh at his sissy existence. Although there was no physical reason for him to remain in his cot - as he could have climbed over the railing without too much difficulty - the constant brainwashing over the last few months had effectively crushed all thought of rebellious behaviour. He therefore mentally retreated into his safe little baby girl world, fondling his silky nylon nightie and stroking his soft plastic panties, babbling quietly to himself as he cuddled his teddy. There he felt secure. Mummy still loved him. She would provide food, comfort and security. She would bathe, dress and change him. He swapped the dummy for the bottle teat before rolling onto his back on the crinkling cot mattress, watching the fairy mobile twirling slowly above him. He fell asleep singing the song in his head, mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted. It was only half past seven, but little girls need their beauty sleep. * * * * * The next morning Jane bounced into his room full of smiles, her sapphire eyes glowing with the satisfaction which can only result from a night of fabulous energetic sex. Already showered, Mummy was dressed in a smart oyster-grey business skirt and matching grey court shoes with four-inch pencil heels. As usual her skirt was enticingly short and tight, her black cotton button-front blouse stretched taut over her generous bosoms, revealing the lacy edges of her black bra cups. Jane left the top few buttons daringly unfastened to show more than a hint of cleavage, loving the effect her beautiful bouncing titties had on her chastised sissy this morning. He would peek - grimace and whimper - then look away, and her happy smile would widen. Her vivacious movements made her tight skirt creep up provocatively, and she cheekily turned her back on him and bent right over to fetch a clean bib for him from the bottom drawer, till he could almost see her knickers. Jane snickered quietly to herself when she heard a fresh whimper, and then she straightened up and glanced accusingly over her shoulder at him. Although Daphne had heard Jake and Mummy making love time and time again last night, he still desired her. In spite of the pain, he wanted to enjoy the briefest glimpse of her panties, to ogle her well-filled lacy bra or her sensuous silken thighs. Jane loved the doe-eyed fawning look of the true submissive David exhibited at such moments, despite the suffering she knew she was inflicting on him. David had been awake for hours; the time passing slowly as he drifted in and out of sleep and his thick nappy grew wetter and wetter. He used to love playing with himself during those early morning hours when he couldn't sleep, but that was now definitely 'verboten!' The ring had bitten him hard when Jane and Jake enjoyed another noisy session of sex this morning. The rhythmic sounds and motions of yet another violent lovemaking bout in the master bedroom could easily be heard in his Nursery - not to mention their vocal instructions and exhortations. Ashamed as he was at the thought of being excited by his wife making love with another man, he couldn't stop himself becoming aroused. He longed to plunge his hand inside his warm wet nappy and fondle his clittie, but instead on that first morning of chastity prison, he'd had to repress those feelings. The ring caused such pain when he was the slightest bit aroused. He was forced to listen to their lovemaking and try hard not to think erotic thoughts. It was hard to do, and only when anger at his own predicament surfaced, did the sharp pains eventually diminish. Slowly his resentment at his penile prison lifted as he began to imagine a future without regular masturbation - his only source of sexual pleasure. He found he could think soft baby thoughts which didn't cause his clittie to rise, like singing Nursery rhymes in his head. 'I'm a little tea-pot short and stout, here is my handle, here is my spout.' Unbeknownst to him, he was beginning the long slow road to embracing the concept of a life as a baby girl - without the erotic element. As she removed Daphne's wet night nappy, Jane chattered away with gay abandon about the great sex she'd enjoyed this morning and the night before. "Daphne, Jake was spectacular last night! Did you hear? I have never been so aroused! I swear; he made me cum before he was halfway inside me! I tell you, baby girl - I had the most fantastic orgasms! You will write him a lovely 'thank you' letter, won't you sweetheart? I'll ask Emma to help you write it today. Do you want to do a little crayon drawing to send him as well? What a good idea! That would be sweet, wouldn't it?" Daphne lay back on the changing table, legs wide apart, hands gripping the backs of her knees to fully expose her baby-smooth bottom and bits so Mummy could wipe, clean and powder her. Then David became aware of heavy footsteps elsewhere in the room. Jake had wandered into his Nursery! His wrinkled freckle puckered closed in alarm as he contracted into himself, biting his dummy teat and whimpering in fear. This was his sissy sanctuary, soft and pink with delicate understated flounces. All the furniture screamed that this was a little baby girl's room. Princess curtains and pretty matching lampshades, the pink painted cot matching the changing table with the pastel-pink vinyl 'Barbie' top. The wardrobe and chest of drawers were in practical white with gold edgings, brightened here and there with feminine baby motifs and Nursery print stickers, and soft toys were scattered everywhere. There was even a mirror toy Nursery for his baby dolly in one corner, complete with change table and crib, and toy chest of drawers for his growing collection of doll's clothes. It was a place where David could hide from reality, pretending that he really was a little baby girl - not the failed businessman and ineffectual husband the outside world used to despise. Daphne could sense Jake's raw masculinity, so utterly out of place in this feminine pink palace. He felt violated, but he forced himself to peek. Jake was looking around incredulously at the big baby Nursery, touching this doll here or the pile of adult disposables there, muttering to himself in disbelief. It was his first visit to Baby Daphne's Nursery and Jake didn't know if he should be amused or horrified. He was fresh from the shower, wearing only the white Egyptian cotton towel he had dried himself with, tied loosely round his muscular midriff. The black curly hairs on his damp chest still glistened, and the smell of his Gucci aftershave overwhelmed the more delicate perfumes of baby powder and scented wipes. David felt his caged clittie and virgin rosebud were totally exposed and was desperate for Mummy to hurry and pin his nappy on, to grant him some modicum of modesty. Jane merely busied herself with her task of thoroughly wiping his bot-bot, taking her time - as if she realised the acute embarrassment David must be feeling in such an exposed position. She could see his trapped clittie shrivel and he was clenching his hairless pink anus, and she smiled at the expression of concern on her baby's puckered face. Mummy crooned, "Aww! What is it, darling? What's wrong, sweetie-pie? Don't you want Uncle Jake to see you like this?" Her tone turned sly and teasing. "Is Uncle Jake looking at your little bot-bot? Hmm, I think you might be worried that the nasty big man might want to do something painful to that cute little rosebud of yours, now that Mummy's got it all shiny and pink and squeaky-clean." She poked the hole in question with her wipe-covered fingernail and he squealed in alarm as she roughly fingered him. Jane sniggered at the brown stain on the wipe before casting it in the bin and plucking another from the tub. "Well don't worry!" Mummy wiped clean his freckle again and gave him a quick swat across his upturned cheeks. He squealed in shock. "I want Uncle Jake's manhood all for myself! It's far too good to share with your sissy- pussy, sweetheart!" "You're dead right there!" Jake scornfully added, "I don't fuck pansies! Mind you, I know a few guys who do. Like an introduction to a gay mate of mine, Davie old boy? He likes to bum pansies." David shuddered at the thought and took refuge in his sissy self. "Pweathe Mummy, I jutht want to be a thissy baby." "I know, sweetie. Mummy knows. Pass me one of those pink disposables, honey." Jane said the last to Jake. She placed the open toddler disposable he handed her in between the two cloth nappies. As Jake stepped closer to watch, Jane pinched the head of David's limp little peanut between her forefinger and thumb and held it up away from his body, as far as it would stretch. Giggling in derision she insisted; "Look Jake! Here's your so-called competition!" "Huh!" snorted Jake, staring in disbelief at the little sissy's caged clittie. His deep masculine voice oozed contempt. "So that's what a clittie-cage looks like. Hah! You'd never get one of those on me! That's pathetic! Like this fairy's room. Jane, how could you ever marry such wretched gay pansy?" Jane released her painful grip and chuckled, "Don't be so mean to her! She's just a baby! Daphne can't help having such a tiny clittie - not like your great big male plonker! Now go and choose her a pretty dress from that cupboard over there. Remember, she is in double terries today as a punishment, and Emma is taking her to the hairdresser's later this morning. They're getting more and more used to seeing her in nappies at the salon, and today she'll be all dressed up. Isabell will be delighted! She tells me that there is actually some competition amongst the girls these days, to wash Daphne's hair and generally attend to her. They love to see a sissy-boy treated this way and lead the teasing." Turning to Daphne Mummy added, "Isn't this exciting, having Uncle Jake choose the baby dress you're going to wear to the salon today? That will be something to tell the girls about! Won't it, sweetie?" Daphne whimpered wordlessly in reply, her expression sulky. Jake returned with a little sleeveless frock in pale green cotton with a pattern of pale pink roses all over, high-waisted as usual. It had a shirred section round the top of the bodice, flaring out beneath over two layers of sewn-in white petticoats, with lavish lace edges that were deliberately an inch longer than the dress. The layered skirts swished about in flouncy profusion as Jake brought it over. It came with transparent pale green rumbas with darker green and white frills across the seat, which David knew would be prominently displayed, his frock was so short. It was altogether not want he wanted to wear to the hairdressers today. Jake grinned at him: "There was quite a choice of girly outfits, I have to say! But this little number took my fancy this morning." He chuckled, "I'm sure the girls in the hair salon will love you in it, David." Jane slipped it on her submissive big baby and gently scolded her lover. "Her name is Daphne now. Remember? David doesn't live here anymore. Just Mummy and her little girl. Turn around for Mummy, baby. Oh good, Jake - you've picked the one with lots and lots of buttons. See here, all the way up the back? My friend Cathy made it especially for my sissy baby. It takes ages to do them all up. My Baby Daphne always wanted to own a dress like this, and I bet you can't guess why?" "No?" Jane giggled as Daphne's little round cheeks turned pink with shame. "My masochistic sissy likes to feel trapped in a dress sometimes, and she can't get this one off without undoing all the buttons. She's a bit of a bondage-Princess! Aren't you, sweetie? You can see they are in two columns, running all the way down her back, and it buttons both ways. Intermittently there are fake buttons and dummy buttonholes. Not too difficult to see - but of course, if Daphne tried to undo them herself, she can't tell the real ones from the false by feel, as they are located in the small of her back." It was true. Baby Daphne fought to control her excitement as Mummy fastened the buttons, trapping her in the juvenile frock. It hurt to get aroused. She frowned in concentration, thinking babyish thoughts until things calmed down. Humming Nursery-rhymes helped. 'Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.' Mummy finished behind him and swatted his bottom in completion. "There you are, Daphne!" Jane crooned. "A darling baby girl trapped in your pretty baby frock - until some grown- up decides to take it off you! Just like you always dreamed about!" To Jake she said, "She used to log on to a fetish site that had lots of pictures and notes about such silly sissy-bondage trivia." The outfit was topped off with a little white woolly cardigan, white anklet socks and his black patent Maryjanes. Mummy led him into her bedroom and sat him in front of the vanity to brush and style his hair, and he examined his pretty green frock and his matching baby panties in the mirror. They really did look smart, and he had to admit; Mummy's dressmaking friend Cathy had done a marvellous job of the bondage frock. He was trapped, unable to change his clothes - like a real baby. No, don't think about it. Think of kittens and puppies and pretty ribbons... 'Baa-baa black sheep, have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.' He remembered the first time he'd spent the whole day as Jane's baby girl, and how alarmed he'd been when he heard the doorbell ring that Friday evening. He was strapped in his highchair and Mummy had been feeding him dinner, and he jerked so badly she accidentally smeared pureed goop all over his cheek. She even got some in his eye, and he wailed and rubbed the injured spot like a distraught infant. Mummy ignored his shrill complaints and placed his bowl and spoon on the tray. She shot her trapped toddler a devious smile. "Relax, Baby Daphne," she crooned. "You wait right there and Mummy will see who's at the door." As if he could go anywhere! Jane marched off and he wriggled in his restraints, searching for a way out. This wasn't the first time he'd been left alone in the highchair - but it was the first time he'd been desperate to escape! He twisted around as far as his webbing bonds would permit, and spotted the release buckle attached to the rear right leg, close to the floor. He stretched for it with his right hand, but it was too far away. He wriggled around some more, trying to gain a few more inches of reach, but it was hopeless. He slumped back with a sigh of resignation, even as he felt his clittie stiffen inside his wet nappy. His lace-edged terry bib told the world he was 'Mummy's Little Nappy Wetter.' He was trapped - like a real baby in a highchair - and he couldn't help the feeling of arousal his baby bondage induced. Jane walked back into the kitchen followed by her friend Cathy, who sniggered at the sight of the big baby girl slumping in the highchair. Even though she'd been told what to expect, reality was something else entirely. He cringed in his restraints, making himself look even smaller in the oversized piece of baby furniture. The slender brunette cried, "Oh my God! Look at you!" She read the message on his bib and burst into laughter, and David's food-smeared face turned scarlet with shame. Cathy turned to Jane and asked, "Did I disturb baby's din-dins? Sorry." "No, don't worry about it," Jane reassured her grinning friend. "I'm just finishing feeding her. This is my little baby girl, Baby Daphne. Baby Daphne, be a good baby girl and say hello to Aunty Cathy." Knowing he had no other option, David squeaked in his sissy-baby voice, "Hewwo Aunty Caffy." That caused another outburst of hilarity from the pretty brunette. David prayed for the floor to open up and swallow him, even as his stiff clittie throbbed with excitement. He'd always dreamed of being humiliated in front of strange beautiful women, and Mummy was unwittingly (he assumed) fulfilling his unspoken fantasies. He didn't realise Jane knew all about his perverted likes and dislikes. Mummy intended playing her sissy baby like a well-used organ. "You've got to be kidding!" Cath sputtered between chuckles. "He even sounds like a little girl." "Not he, Cath. She! My Baby Daphne is a sweet little baby girl. Isn't she cute? I've almost finished feeding her, then we can have a chat while she's having her bottle." She picked up the spoon and bowl and in a treacly voice ordered, "Open wide, Baby Daphne." "I love the highchair," Cath commented, patting the side of the plastic tray. "And pink, too!" "Pink is my baby girl's favourite colour," Jane reported, with a triumphant smile for David's shocked expression. How did she know? Mummy seemed to know everything. Jane continued, "If you like the highchair, wait'll you see Baby Daphne's Nursery upstairs. It's fully set up for a big baby girl." "I can't wait," Cath replied, "but I need to take her measurements first. Business before pleasure, you know?" She glanced at the prominent whiteboard marked out with 'carrots and sticks,' and chuckled to herself. She knew what it was used for. A few messy spoonfuls later, Cathy observed, "She certainly eats like a real baby. Look at all that mess on her face and her bib!" "Yes, my Baby Daphne is such a messy eater," Jane mournfully agreed, before grinning at her friend and making excuses. "She can't help it. She's only little! Make yourself a drink, Cath, and pour one for me too. Scotch and dry, please." "I know how you like it." Cath tottered about the familiar kitchen locating drinks, ice, mixers and booze. She had an oval face and olive skin, eyes the colour of jade, but her full pouting lips were her best feature. She had a fabulous mouth. Her shoulder-length mid-brown hair was tied up in a sexy loose bun on top of her head, and artful black eyeliner made her eyes look huge. She was dressed in a form-fitting white sleeveless rayon dress, falling to her mid-thighs, with a large black polka-dot print. Her legs were shapely, with muscular calves narrowing to slender ankles. A wide white leather belt nipped in her tiny waist, and she was wearing black heels with tiny white polka-dots for contrast. Cath was five-foot seven, an inch taller than Jane, but her stiletto heels were over six inches high. Jane had specifically asked her friend to wear her tallest heels for the occasion of meeting Baby Daphne. She explained, "It makes him feel little and helpless by comparison, and makes him easier to manipulate - which is just the way we want him!" Cath had been happy to oblige. When David had emptied the plastic bowl and Jane had scooped up most of the spillage and fed it to him again, she tossed the bowl and cutlery in the sink. She fetched Daphne's bottle from the microwave, clamping the fat nipple with her fingers and shaking it to even out the warmth. "Lord! That's a big bottle!" Cath commented in amazement. Mummy nodded and crooned, "Here you are, baby." She steered the nipple between his lips and held it there until he grasped the plastic vessel in both hands. "It's a big bottle for a big baby." Jane watched him slurp down the warm milk through a throat thick and tight with shame. "Good girl. Drink up all your milkies for Mummy, then we can have a little chat with Aunty Cath. Alright?" The women took their drinks into the lounge room and David could hear the murmur of their voices, but no distinguishable words. He tried to suck quietly on the bottle teat, but it was so noisy! He thought of putting it aside and trying to listen, but he (rightly) suspected that Mummy would be cranky if he didn't finish his bottle in a timely fashion. Bright feminine laughter split the air a few times, and he knew they were laughing at him. He cringed in shame even as his clittie grew hard again in masochistic delight. He thrust his stiff little tool against the front of his wet nappy, pressing the front of his slick plastic panties against the tight crotch strap so that it rubbed harder against him. The feeling was wonderful! He had long finished his bottle by the time the women returned. He had been keeping himself amused by thrusting his stiff clittie into his nappy under the tray, but he halted when he realised the grinning women could tell what he'd been doing. Fortunately neither of them mentioned it as Mummy unlocked the tray and lifted it aside, then she stepped behind him and crouched down to release the waist belt buckle. "Cute highchair," Cathy commented with a patronising grin, running her finger along the pink steel struts. She yanked at the crotch strap, testing how strong it was. "I love the restraints. Perfect for keeping a big baby girl out of mischief." "Like my Baby Daphne, you mean? Come on baby, down we hop. Let me take off that bib. It's messy! Good girl. Here's your dum-dums. Come with Mummy into the lounge room and Aunty Cath can take your measurements. She's going to make you some new toddler frocks. Isn't that exciting?" He had to stand there sucking his dummy while Mummy undressed him down to his nappies and baby panties, and then Cathy took out a measuring tape and a pen and notebook. She measured him everywhere, only stopping to ask Jane; "Do you want me to measure his- I mean, her hips, while she's wearing a nappy?" "Of course!" Jane merrily replied. "My Baby Daphne always wears nappies! She's not potty-trained yet, you know?" Daphne blushed in shame even as she shivered in excitement. David hoped Aunty Cathy couldn't tell he was hard and excited inside his nappy and baby panties, when her hands brushed across his nappy front as she turned him this way and that. If she noticed, she didn't bother commenting. When Cath closed her notebook, indicating she had finished, she asked Jane, "Okay, I've got her measurements. Now what style of outfit are you after?" "I think my baby girl can show you best," Mummy replied with a sly smile. "Baby Daphne? Run to your den and fetch your laptop, please." He scuttled out of the room in just his feminine shoes and socks, his nappy and baby panties, wondering, 'Why does Mummy want my computer?' The pacifier clip bounced distractingly against his bare tummy as he trotted up and down the stairs. When he returned, Jane and Cathy were sitting on the lounge in front of the coffee table. Jane patted the low table top between them. "Put your laptop here, sweetie, and sit on the floor between us." When he obeyed, she opened his laptop and switched it on. "Sign in, open the internet, baby, and go to Sissykiss." David almost passed out from shock. If he hadn't been sitting on the floor, he would have collapsed in a heap. Mummy knew about Sissykiss? How? When? Both women were watching over his shoulders as he typed in his password - babydaphne - lower case, all one word - and his cheeks burned with shame. With numb fingers he logged in and opened the site for sissy adult babies, and Cathy marvelled at all the pink writing and feminine background layout. Mummy instructed the humiliated sissy, "Log in and go to the member's section featuring bondage frocks. I want you to show Aunty Cath your favourite frocks. You know? The ones you left comments on." He went to the required part of the site and opened a page full of photos and drawings of the sissiest little-girl frocks you could ever imagine. "Scroll down," Mummy commanded. "Keep going, baby. Keep going. Stop! Go back. That pink one there. Good girl! Now open the comments file." His fingers were shaking so badly, he almost lost control of the cursor. When he clicked on the 'comments' box, Mummy made him scroll down until she spied his name. "There! See?" Jane declared triumphantly. "See what Baby Daphne wrote?" David cringed in shame as Cathy read aloud the comment he'd posted. 'My name is Baby Daphne and I love - love - LOVE this bondage frock ! It's so sweet and babyish ! I wish I had a Mummy to button me into such a beautiful baby dress, so I could never break free. Then Mummy would have to keep me as her baby girl forever !' Cathy leaned forward so she could stare at David's flushed red features. "Is that right, Baby Daphne? Is that what you really want?" When he ducked his head and made no reply, the brunette ordered, "Go back to the pictures of the dress." Cath closely examined the half-dozen pics and read the accompanying descriptions, then nodded. "I see." She turned to her friend Jane. "I can make something like that for your sissy, if you like - but it won't be cheap. There's a lot of lace frills and finicky details, and all the buttons and fake button-holes will have to be hand-sewn." Jane shook her head in dismissal. "I don't care if it's expensive. I want my precious baby girl to have the very best!" "It'll take me about two weeks," Cath estimated. She absent-mindedly stroked the hairless back of the slender sissy sitting between them, quietly marvelling at the soft silky texture of his skin. He even had skin like a girl! "I have to purchase some appropriate material first," she explained. "I haven't made any baby clothes before - let alone big baby clothes." "That's just one outfit. Daphne, show Aunty Cath the purple dress you told everyone you loved. Go on!" By the time Cath was satisfied she knew what they wanted, Daphne was emotionally exhausted. Jane had selected four new frocks for him, and Cath had noted down the details of the website and the names and locations of the outfits. "Okay, I have everything I need," Cath told Jane, rising to her feet. She put her notebook in her handbag and pulled out her keys. "I suppose I'd better be going, Jane. You've given me a ton of work to do." "Do you want to pop upstairs and check out Baby Daphne's Nursery before you go?" "Sure!" David could never forget being changed in front of Aunty Cathy that first time. When Cath finished inspecting the big baby furniture and finally controlled her laughter, Mummy ordered him to climb up on the change table. After she pulled down his baby panties, Cathy sniggered and jeered at how wet he was. He was mortified and yet so aroused, he couldn't make his stiff clittie go down. When Mummy peeled down his saturated disposable, his bobbing little tool popped into view. "Oh no!" Cath exploded in a fit of giggles and covered her luscious red painted mouth with her hand. "Oh my God! Is that it?" She tilted her head at David's groin, as if there could be any doubt what she was talking about. "It's so tiny! Is that as big as it gets?" "I'm afraid so," Jane replied with a sad smile. "Actually, this is as big as I've ever seen baby's clittie! She must be very excited, thinking about all the gorgeous new bondage-frocks Aunty Cathy is going to make for her." "Baby's clittie? You call it her clittie?" Jane waited until Cath's laughter sputtered to a halt before replying, "Well, it's too small to be a penis. And sissy babies like to call their tiny things 'clitties.' Don't they, Baby Daphne?" "Yeth Mummy," he submissively replied, his face burning with shame. Mummy knew everything! How? When? His tiny erection bounced and jerked in Mummy's hands as she wiped him clean with baby wipes. Jane sprinkled powder over his diaper area front and back before giving his bobbing tool a few last teasing strokes. Despite the humiliating circumstances, he was so excited, he almost climaxed in her hand! "There!" Jane sang. "My baby girl is all ready for her night nappy." Cath stood beside the change table grinning maniacally as Mummy pinned him into some fresh nappies and drew his pink baby panties into place. She made him sit up and raise his arms for his - her - yellow nightgown, and she straightened the flowing folds over his puffy plastic panties like a loving mother. "Climb down for Mummy and hop in your crib, sweetheart," Mummy cooed. After he climbed into the crib and rolled onto his back, Mummy raised the side rail until it clicked into place. Cathy stared at the dummy-sucking big baby through the pink wooden bars, her expression a mixture of disbelief, contempt and amusement. She glanced up at the high top rail, asking, "Couldn't he climb out pretty easily?" "She could - but then Baby Daphne's knows she'd get a dozen hard cuts of the cane on her naughty little bot-bot from Mummy. Don't you, little girl?" "Yeth Mummy," he squeaked around the mouth-filling teat, shrivelling in fear. He hadn't known - but he knew now! "Poke your hands through the bars, sweetheart," Mummy crooned. He was almost expecting the pink mittens when Mummy pulled them from the drawer and forced his hands inside. Cath fingered one of the soft pink leather restraints and shook her head in wonderment. "Where did you get pink leather mittens?" she asked. "It's amazing what you can buy on the internet these days, " Mummy replied with a wicked grin. "These mittens make sure my sissy baby doesn't spend all night in her cot playing with her naughty hands in her nappies. My precious baby girl needs her beauty sleep." She buckled the mittens in place and tied them off with a some pink satin ribbon, which would have to be cut off tomorrow morning to free his hands. She patted his bound fists in a dismissive gesture and Baby Daphne pulled his arms back through the bars with a scowl of frustration. "But Mummy," Daphne whined, "you thaid I could play with my cwittie whenever I wanted." He shook his mittens at her in protest, trying to ignore Aunty Cath's giggles. Jane smiled patronisingly and shook her head. "No baby. I said you could ask Mummy for permission to play with your clittie whenever you liked. Remember?" Cath laughed in disdain and walked to the doorway, preparing to leave. She turned back to look at the scowling sissy baby in the crib one last time. "Goodnight Baby Daphne," she sang, her voice bubbling with mocking laughter. "G'night Aunty Caff." David rubbed the leather mittens against his padded crotch, over his stiff clittie, desperate for some stimulation. He stuck out his bottom lip, but it was mostly concealed by the wide plastic guard of his dum-dums. His pale blue eyes pleaded silently with Mummy for some sympathy. There was none. Despite the humiliation of asking his wife for permission to masturbate in front of one of her best friends, Daphne begged, "Mummy? Pweathe can I play wif my cwittie tonight? Pweathe Mummy?" "Aww! Poor baby!" Jane laughed and reached between the bars, and she slapped his mitten away from his groin. She briefly caressed the tenting front of his baby panties, and she chuckled when he jerked and twitched in her grip. "Too late now! Mummy has already buckled your mittens on and put you to bed. You should have asked Mummy earlier. Maybe tomorrow night, sweetheart. Would you like that?" She squeezed him through his nappy, encouraging his reply. Despite his arousal, he grimaced in disappointment, then nodded. "Yeth pweathe, Mummy." He tried to ignore Cathy's sniggers from where she lingered in the Nursery doorway, able to hear every word. Mummy's hand felt so good rubbing his clittie through his nappy, he thought he might cum anyway. "Then let Mummy hear you ask for permission in your sweetest sissy-baby voice, little girl." Realising he had to spell it out, he haltingly whimpered, "Pweathe Mummy? P-p-pweathe may I - may I p-pway wif my- wif my cwittie t- tomowwow night?" Why did humiliating himself like this only make him harder? "Of course you can, Baby Daphne!" Squeeze, squeeze, rub, rub. "After Mummy gives you a nurse from her titties before bedtime, you can show her how you like to do baby squirties in your nappy. Alright?" Squeeze, squeeze, rub, rub. "Ohh! Yeth Mummy! Fank you Mummy." "Good girl! That's my baby!" She released her erotic grip and pulled her arm back through the bars. "Alright baby girl, off to sleep. Goodnight, Princess." "Goodnight Mummy," Daphne whimpered. "I wove you Mummy." "I know you do, sweetheart. And Mummy loves her special baby girl very much, too." Despite closing the Nursery door, he could hear the women laughing all the way down the stairs. He was jerked out of his reverie when Jake lifted him down from the change table, as though he was nothing but a tiny child. Mummy's boyfriend was so big and strong! Daphne felt like a helpless little girl in his muscular hairy arms. Mummy ushered her sissy baby downstairs to be strapped in her highchair for breakfast. He was dressed in a full plastic bib that covered his arms, so that his lovely green frock and pretty white cardigan would be kept clean from the warm runny porridge which inevitably spilled everywhere. "I have to get to work," Jake murmured, kissing Jane on the cheek and wrapping one arm possessively around her tiny waist. She sank against him for a moment and he asked, "Will I see you around the office today?" "I've got to go through some contracts this morning, so I'll be busy. I'll meet you for lunch in my office at one," Jane promised. She turned her face up for a longer, more passionate kiss, and sighed happily when their lips noisily parted. "Bye darling." David sagged in his bonds when he realised Jake must have returned to work for Nanna's company. He didn't respond when Unca Jake waved him farewell and hurried out the door. To be continued in chapter 14. Please post your reviews here. 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