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Dear sissybabytammy, Eugene, Rachel Belle, sissy jeannie, Victoria, sissy missy and Sissy Katie, thank you all so much for those lovely reviews! I really appreciate you taking the time to post your glowing responses. Please keep letting me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy the next chapter in Baby Daphne's 'downfall.' Baby Jennie Chapter 16. A Visit to the Salon. Yesterday had been the first time he'd been dragged outside dressed like a big baby girl. This felt worse than Sunday. When he was being bundled into the car by Mummy, he was pretty sure they were going to visit Nanna or one of Mummy's girlfriends. This time he knew Nanny intended taking him out in public in his toddler frock and nappies. He expected Emma planned on walking him into the hairdressing salon from the car park at the rear, as usual. They would have to walk through the whole salon to the reception desk at the front, exposing him to all the customers and staff in the popular, plate-glass fronted shop. The salon was in a busy section of the main street, and there was a constant parade of passers-by on the sidewalk outside. Like all fashionable beauty salons, there was an abundance of mirrors mounted everywhere, so it was always possible to see yourself from any angle - and equally impossible to hide from your reflection. His heart pounded with apprehension and he fell silent as he tried to mentally steel himself for the shame to come. Emma felt quietly satisfied as she drove the short distance to Isabell's salon. Jane had warned the Nanny that she might have trouble dragging their big baby outside dressed in her too-short toddler frock and obvious nappies. But so far - so good! Emma knew Daphne wasn't going to enjoy her visit today! To make sure, the Nanny rehearsed him in the revealing 'conversation points' he needed to have with the staff. She reminded him that twenty carrot points were available - if he remembered to tell each one his five humiliating talking-points in memorable detail. "Don't forget your curtseys," Nanny reminded him, glancing at his worried face in the rear-view mirror. "You were a little forgetful last week, and Nanny had to give you a smack! Didn't I?" He grimaced and nodded, rubbing his left inner thigh at the painful memory. "Do nice neat pronounced bobs, so that everyone knows you are a properly-trained sissy. Otherwise you can wear your tutu for our next visit, and give every woman there a half-dozen Punishment Curtseys." She peeked in the rear-view mirror again and snickered at the look of horror on the baby's face. "And keep that nice new dummy in your mouth. You know how babyish it makes you look when you suck and drool. Anyway, I bet you can't manage without it, these days! Can you, sweetie?" David shook his head as he sucked his new Avnet silicon dummy, silently conceding it was more discreet than his adult pacifiers. He was practically dependent on the firm slippery texture of a rubber teat in his mouth these days. He reached inside his Mac and fondled the other bright-pink Nuk No. 4 dummy hanging from a baby clip attached to the collar of his pretty green dress, in case he misplaced the one in his mouth. Once when shopping in the supermarket, he had found a transparent plastic dummy that he though might be a little less obvious in his mouth. Emma had agreed that he could use it when he was out and about, choosing the largest size they made. Some concession! A deep rumble in his lower stomach as the suppository started its infernal work, caused David a brief moment of concern. Had he soiled himself this morning? When you spend all night and day, every day in nappies, the days kind of run together. He couldn't quite remember. Perhaps not. Perhaps he might have to go poo-poos soon. No! That was quite impossible! He never messed himself at the salon - not with all those pretty girls there. The moment passed and a shiver ran through him as he thought of the day to come. Emma hoped to find a vacant meter outside in the high street. That would be enough to unsettle her nervous baby even before she dragged him into the salon. As luck would have it, she spied someone starting to pull out a few car lengths ahead, a good block from their destination. "Excellent!" Emma put on her indicator and waited for the slot to become free. "Nanny? Why are we parking here?" came the worried voice from the back. "It's only a couple of hundred metres to Isabell's place," Emma replied with a sadistic smile, looking in the mirror at the anxious face in the rear carseat. The space became free and she deftly reversed the SUV into the slot. For David this apparently casual decision represented a two-hundred metre stroll through hell. It was a busy high street thronged with people on a cloudy, breezy Monday morning. He cowered back in his toddler seat when Nanny opened the rear door, a squall of rain pattering against her leather jacket. He couldn't do it! She unclipped his seat belts and cold air swirled round his bare legs. "No Nanny! Pweathe no? Pweathe?" "The more you argue, the longer it will take - and the more attention you'll draw to yourself! Hop out now, little girl! Stop being so silly!" She leaned in and held out her huge hand. "Now, baby!" The nightmare was real! He was being taken out in public dressed as a baby girl! In the main street! He wasn't ready for this! He'd been caught off-guard by Nanny's unexpected change in routine. He found himself clambering out of the car and standing on the pavement as though in a nightmare. He noticed Nanny had his new baby harness and a pair of reins in her hands. The harness was made from solid pink leather by Wilf, in a traditional design, with cartoon drawings of scampering rabbits on the chest strap. Mummy had bought some inch-high diamante-encrusted letters and glued them to the front, spelling out the words, 'Baby Daphne.' There were two or three small jingly bells attached to the D-rings either side of the sparkly letters, over his nipples. "Arms out," Nanny briskly commanded, before slipping the harness over his bowed head and settling the strap around his chest. He felt the buckle being snapped closed at the back, and a further sense of lost control shivered through him as the shoulder straps tightened. Nanny put down the voluminous change bag for a moment and attached the pink webbing reins to the front D-rings. She looped the ends over one wrist and smiling in sadistic glee, she leaned into the back seat. Scrabbling briefly, Nanny produced his dolly and her changing bag, and she handed Nancy to him with a shark-like smile. "Being forgetful on purpose, sweetie? Don't forget! Nanny knows all your little tricks. Hold your dolly. Properly. Oh dear, I must feed the meter. Hold on a moment. Don't run away. Oh, you can't run away, can you? Nanny is holding the baby reins." She fumbled endlessly in her purse as he stood there with the cold draft swirling round his bare legs, chilling his thighs and causing goose bumps up to leg bands of his shiny green plastic panties. Cautiously raising his head, he sheepishly glanced around to see what the people around him were doing - if anyone had stopped to stare. His pounding heart assured him a jeering crowd would swiftly gather, but most people walked past them with barely a second glance; Did they really notice nothing at all? An elderly couple stared, put their heads together and spoke quietly together, looked again - then averted their eyes in embarrassment for him. One smartly-dressed middle-aged lady stopped beside them on the footpath and genuinely stared at the big baby girl clutching her dolly to her breast. She held his uncertain gaze for several long seconds and smiled loftily - as if she understood what she was seeing - nodding to herself before she marched away. A couple of pimply youths with baggy jeans and dirty hooded sweatshirts sauntered past looking astonished. "What the hell is that all about, lady?" was offered to the world in general. "How old is that kid?" David turned his back on them and looked the other way, wishing they would go away. They turned back to stare and started laughing loudly as they retreated, but to David's relief, walked on - if backwards, while still staring at him. He had almost subconsciously spat out his dummy and he concealed it in his hand under his dolly, too embarrassed to take refuge in its soothing assistance. The meter fed, Jane tugged firmly on the reins and he toddled wide- legged after her. He waddled faster, pulling slightly ahead of Nanny's tall figure despite her long-legged stride, keen to reach to the relative safety of the salon as quickly as possible. The little bells jingled merrily against his chest, drawing more unwanted attention. He couldn't see Nanny's smirking face and her confident eye-drawing swagger - which in truth, gave the game away. Two long-legged girls in tiny miniskirts approached them along the footpath - teenagers, no maybe in their early twenties. They obviously spotted him and slowed down to take in the odd sight. The attractive brunettes glanced at each other, then back at him, and started giggling. They reduced their lackadaisical pace to a snail's crawl and made no attempt to conceal their amusement. They wore towering high heels and were smartly dressed - if a little provocatively. Button-front blouses with enough buttons unfastened to show off their high proud bosoms, and skirts so short and tight, you could almost see their knickers as they sashayed towards them. Exactly the sort of confident, sexy young women who simultaneously fascinated and terrified the David of old. He felt his wind-scored cheeks flush with warmth and he tried to hurry past them, but the reins drew taut as Emma held him back. As he passed the pretty brunettes, he saw recognition light up their faces. One of them cried, "Emma! Hi Emma! What on earth are you doing with that!" She pointed at the big baby straining at the end of the pink webbing reins. 'Oh my God!' David thought in despair, 'More friends of Emma's! She must know everyone in town!' Emma yanked harder on the reins and brought him to a wobbling standstill. He turned to face them, not daring to complain. He had to wait there bow-legged, with the cold breeze chilling his bare thighs, dancing from foot to foot in anxiety. He didn't realise his behaviour only made him seem more child-like. "Hi girls! It's been ages! How are you both?" Emma brightly responded. She pointed at the horrified big baby. "And yes - it is exactly what you see! This young thing here," she almost sneered the words, "needs me as her Nanny. That's right, isn't it - Daphne?" He could only nod helplessly, giving the tiniest curtsey he could get away with to the two sniggering young beauties. 'Why couldn't ? be with Mummy?' he thought despairingly. 'Why am I being dragged down the High Street, being made an object of ridicule?' As if to hammer home his baby status, his bladder lost its unequal fight against the cold wind swirling round his legs. A warm flood splashed around his caged privates and then seeped down between his legs, soaking into the absorbent Abriform diaper. He twitched and bent his knees slightly as he felt the flood pour out, with indiscernible resistance from his wasting sphincter muscles. "Oh no!" The involuntary high-pitched squeal caused by the act of wetting so helplessly in public in front of Emma and her pretty friends, unfortunately gave the game away. He shifted uneasily from foot to foot, leaning forward and staring down as if expecting to see an amber stream of wee-wee hitting the pavement between his feet. His guilt-ridden features made it doubly obvious what he'd done. "Had a little accident in our nappy, have we?" Nanny heartlessly inquired, making the girls chortle. She noticed he'd taken out his dummy without permission. Without hesitation, Emma reached inside his Mac and pulled out the pink Nuk No. 4 dummy hanging from the clip, and thrust it in his mouth. An action so swift and confident that he was sucking the teat through habit - before he even realised how insane it was for a grown man to suck a dummy in public. He hung his head in misery, trying to avoid eye-contact with the giggling women, his clear dum-dums still clenched in his fist, his dolly cradled to his bosom. Emma, who had learned the trick from Jane, put the tip of her index finger under his quivering chin. She slowly but irresistibly raised his bowed head, so he was forced to look at her - and the grinning girls as well. Nanny knew he could hide his shame by looking at the ground, but when she stared into his rapidly-blinking eyes, she could see his weakness - and he could feel her power. It was if mental strength leaked from one to the other. His watery blue eyes darted from side to side in guilt and humiliation, exposing his capitulation. " She softly demanded, What's your name?" "Baby Daphne," he squeaked to mocking laughter. "And who am I?" "You're my Nanny." Emma tossed their audience a triumphant grin and the girls looked even more amazed; "What on earth is all this about Emma? Did she really wet herself? They're nappies and plastic panties I can see under her riancoat, right? My God! A girl her age still in nappies? And sucking a baby's dummy! How old is she? Twelve? Ten? I can't believe it! She's dressed like a baby - and she acts like a baby! So way out! What on earth are you doing out here in public with her, in the High Street? Doesn't she mind, for Pete's sake? How old is she?" "Not really - and by the way, she is a he !" The girls' eyes flew wide at this fresh titbit of information. From the stunned expressions on their pretty faces, Daphne thought they looked like they didn't relieve believe her Nanny. Despite her shame, the oversized toddler preened at their mistake, thinking, 'I'm pretty enough to pass for a real girl! So there!' Emma added, "Look girls, I have to get my little sissy to the salon. She's booked in for a perm and some laser hair removal." 'A perm?' "Give me a bell later?" She switched on her mobile and started punching numbers. "What's your number, Gen? Here's mine by text. I'll be in touch as soon as I can. You can come round and see the baby at home, if you like? I promise, it'll be a real hoot! Daphne, ask my good friends Gina and Genevieve to come and visit you soon, so they can see what a real baby you are." David's face was scarlet with shame and despite the cold, he felt warm and clammy with apprehension. Beads of perspiration trickled down his hairless chest. He was desperate to run away, but he could only obediently mutter, "Pweathe Mith Gina, pweathe Mith Genevieve, come an' thee me in my Nurthery thometime?" This produced another cackle of laughter from the girls, which started his eyes glistening. Conscious that he had cried during his last two visits to the salon, he manfully fought back the tears. He really wanted to be brave this week, as he felt that crying like an effeminate sissy cry-baby in front of strangers humiliated him more than almost anything. Daphne wanted her Mummy! She wanted Mummy so badly! Whatever happened to her, it never felt as bad when she was with Mummy. David loved Jane so dearly and felt comforted and safe in Mummy's presence. Never mind her affair with Jake. Mummy sometimes let him do spurties! Mummy caressed and loved him and even yesterday, she had made him do a big spurtie cummies in his yucky nappy, while Nanna showed him her new underwear. It was heaven to experience such thrills and even though he suspected they may now be rare - as Jake held the other key - they let him almost forgive her affair with Jake, her constant humiliations and the unrelenting baby treatment. He realised the greater his shame, the better her sex seemed to be with Jake. He forgave her that greedy pleasure. More than that; he wanted Mummy to have great sex with Jake - if that was what made her happy. Nanny used to be nice to him in the beginning, but she had grown increasingly strict over the months. She seemed to delight in embarrassing him even more than Jane. 'Why am I crying so much these days?' he wondered, brushing the tears from his cheeks with the back of his free hand. Hardly a day went by when he didn't find himself reduced to a flood of tears by some shameful treatment or other. He clutched Nancy tighter to his trembling bosom, taking comfort in her presence. Tugging gently on the reins to indicate his desire to reach their destination, he silently prayed for Emma to hurry up and finish chatting with the attractive young women. His anxiety increased when he dared to glance around, thinking, 'Surely Nanny won't keep me here much longer?' More people were slowing down to peer intently at the little charade being acted out in the street. Thankfully he felt his Nanny relax the tension on the reins and she cried, "Okay, off we go, Baby Daphne! Bye girls! Talk to you later." He waddled off towards the salon with a sigh of relief, stretching the webbing reins taut again in his haste. As he toddled wide-legged the last fifty or sixty metres to the shop, the familiar soggy warmth continued to work its way around his private parts. He could still hear the giggles of the two young women as they watched the diminutive diapered figure with the flouncing petties briskly waddling down the street. At last Nanny escorted him through the huge glass front door of the salon. He barely noticed there were twice as many customers in the work stations today, and two middle-aged women waiting in the anteroom grinned in anticipation. Emma had told the staff to advertise that this was a big day for Baby Daphne, and there were many new inquisitive faces peering his way. Gail the receptionist stood up to greet them. At six- four in her stockinged feet, she was the tallest woman David had ever met. "Hi Nanny Emma! You girls are early today." Gail was a delightful Jamaican girl of twenty-two, big in the way of some West Indian women, but in no sense overweight, and always bubbly and obliging. Her skin was so black it was almost purple, glossy as a ripe eggplant. When she smiled - which was often - her large even teeth were startlingly white against her shiny black face. With wide brown eyes she watched Nanny unbuckle his toddler harness and remove it, tossing it and the reins on an empty chair. The waiting women in the seats nearby glanced at the pink leather toddler restraint with sly smiles for each other, then turned to watch the diapered sissy being undressed. Gail loved to see David in his sissy baby clothes, and was privately amused at this example of the weird way some white people behaved. It brought out a mixture of the tease in her and her reserve of maternal instinct. Today, knowing that Daphne was coming in for her appointment in a pretty frock for the first time, the playful receptionist had dressed more provocatively than usual; leaving her bra at home so her enormous titties were supported only by the tight pink boob-tube top most of the staff favoured. Gail normally wore flats, but today she was wearing huge black-patent court shoes with a chunky three-inch heel. She watched the red-eyed sissy toddle in, aware of the way he tried to surreptitiously ogle her well-endowed figure and privately enjoying his hungry glances. "Good morning, Baby Daphne!" she cried in greeting. "Look at your pretty bonnet! So cute! Come here, baby. Let's take off that pretty pink Macintosh, shall we?" She waited until he performed a neat curtsey and mumbled 'hello' before stepping closer, then Gail took her sweet time fiddling with the big plastic heart-shaped buttons. The stiff bonnet brim meant he had to tilt his head back and crane his neck to look up at Gail's smiling face, although her huge bouncing titties mostly filled his limited field of view. "Good girl That was a lovely curtsey this morning! These buttons are so cute, so little girlish!" Her thimble- sized nipples stood out proudly through the thin material and they had the usual impact on David, who started sucking his dum-dums with more purpose. He barely knew he was doing it, but Mummy's regular breastfeeding sessions had only heightened his nursing fantasies. The sight of such massive bobbing breasts and visible erect nipples a couple inches away from the guard of his dum-dums, literally caused him to drool over her. Gail draped his pink raincoat over her arm and stood back to admire his outfit. "My o my! That is a pretty frock!" she sang, as she looked him up and down. "And I love the bib! 'Poopy-Pants Baby,' huh? " She chortled at the revealing inscription. "Turn around and show me the back of your frock. Oh, how sweet! I love all those little buttons." She hung up his raincoat and returned to her desk to confirm his appointment, commenting to the Nanny, "You're actually a bit early." When Emma carelessly shrugged her shoulders in reply, Gail turned back to David - whom she caught obviously staring at her breasts while sucking noisily on his substitute nipple. "Hey, little one?" Gail teased him, crouching in front of the sissy baby so her bouncing breasts were level with his face. "What you looking at? Are you getting excited looking at Aunty Gail's big titties?" She chortled in derision at his guilty expression and cupped her massive breasts in her palms, jiggling them enticingly in front of his wide eyes. She laughed at his awestruck reaction and the shiny trail of drool running down his chin. Then he winced and looked away, whimpering too quietly for her to hear. "Sit down over there and play with your dolly, Daphne," Gail commanded, pointing to a chair. "Emma, you better give me her feeding bottle so I can give her some milk. Our dribble-puss looks as though she needs something more substantial than that dummy to suck!" She laughed over her shoulder at his abashed expression as she strolled to the rear of the salon with his fifteen-ounce Avent bottle to fill it with warm milk. Gail returned minutes later, sashaying slowly through the elegant salon, heels click-clacking on the tiles, holding up the full baby bottle in her hand and smiling broadly, acknowledging a client here and a colleague there. The baby's feeding bottle she waggled, white with milk, was obviously for him. All heads turned to watch as the grinning receptionist approached him. The big baby bottle was destined for the former marketing executive, former golf club member and Porsche owner - who was sitting awkwardly in the reception area with his hairless little legs splayed helplessly wide, shiny green plastic panties bulging over a thick wet nappy, dressed as a toddler girl and waiting for his perm. He tried to look interested in the magazine Emma made him bring, but it was a Bunty for six-year-olds and could barely hold his attention. Mesmerised by that bottle of milk in Gail's hand, headed right for him, right here in this public place, he sniffled morosely. His tummy growled and a heavy churning feeling deep down in his guts brought beads of nervous perspiration to his top lip. 'No not that! Not here? Surely not? Please no,' he silently prayed. Emma then dropped her bombshell. "Well Daphne, I'm going to leave you here for the moment. You're getting a perm, at last! Isabell knows what you need, and there no need for me to hang around for three hours." Emma scrabbled in her shoulder bag and pulled out the large manila envelope addressed to Jake. "Make sure you show this to the girls, and don't forget! You have lots to tell Gail and the others." She held up her hand, waving spread fingers to indicate the five things he needed to remember, making sure the smirking receptionist heard every word. He was horrified, dumbstruck as he clutched the manila envelope to his heaving bosom.. He had never been left alone for that long in the salon before. Mummy or Nanny had always been close by to look after him. He had no money, no credit cards, no transport home - and he was dressed in complete sissy baby outfit he couldn't remove by himself. This was his worst baby nightmare; to be abandoned without Mummy or Nanny to look after him - to provide that essential moral support he needed, to help ward off the curious and intrusive people he sometimes encountered. It was plain scary! Tears started to well up, overflow, and then trickle down his trembling cheeks. "No Nanny? Pweathe no?" Gail turned to Emma and shooed the Nanny towards the door. "Don't worry, Em! She'll be alright! Go on! You take off. I can handle a sooky cry- baby! I'm always looking after my sister's baby girl, and she's a real sooky-boots! Off you go!" "Thanks Gail. Goodbye Baby Daphne. Be a good little girl - or else!" With that parting shot Emma vanished, leaving David alone. He didn't see her texting Jane on her way out the door. Gail held up his bottle and stood right in front of him, waggling it temptingly in front of the snivelling sissy's face. He spat out his dummy and it flopped against his gurgling tummy. "Here you are, Sissy Daphne," Gail sang. "Suck on this, sweetie, and I'll get a baby wipe to sort out those tears. Okay, little one? What's in the envelope? Give that to me, then you can tell me all your news, okay?" David's sobbing grew worse by the second. 'Stop it!' he tried to command himself. 'Stop crying! Why am I acting like this? Stop crying!' He fought for control of his wayward emotions, to regain some semblance of normality, and he automatically sucked harder on the teat. A fresh burst of warm milk filled his mouth. He gulped noisily, took a deep long breath, then began rhythmically sucking and swallowing. The warm milk felt soothing on his tummy. At least suckling from the bottle was comforting. The full-size silicon teats of the Avent bottles were a real pleasure. Gail took the envelope and he accepted the bottle from her enormous hand. He pressed the wide cushiony silicone layer harder against his face, loving the way it warmed his cheeks like Mummy's breast. He never wanted to use a sippy- cup any more, always asking for a bottle. Like his nappies, his big baby bottles provided him the infantile security and comfort he truly craved. The chuckling Jamaican woman gently wiped his eyes and cheeks with the sweet-smelling Johnson's wipe and he inhaled deeply through his nostrils. Oh how he loved the soothing smell of scented baby wipes, especially round his face. Gail tossed the big envelope on her reception desk for the moment and clucked her tongue in remonstration, chiding him. "Stop those tears, you silly thing! What is it you have to tell Aunty Gail today? No baby, keep drinking. I don't mind if you keep your bottle in your mouth while you tell me your news. Aunty Gail understands dummy-sucking babies real well. One day she might persuade your Mummy to let you suckle on these instead!" She lifted her massive bosoms with her cupped palms and waggled those gorgeous protruding nipples provocatively in front of his astonished eyes. "Wouldn't baby love that?" 'What made me say that?' she thought as she released her breasts, although her huge nipples stiffened at the cheeky thought. David stared - then ducked his head with a whimper of pain. Haltingly at first, the story started to pour out of the freaked-out sissy between noisy slurps on the bottle teat. He tried to avoid looking at Gail's nipples or the smirking faces of the two older women sitting nearby in the waiting room. Somehow he needed to tell the motherly receptionist about all the humiliations he'd been forced to suffer over the weekend. He had to cover every topic on his humiliating mental list. He prayed Gail wouldn't be too loud about it when she teased him. Might she understand and offer him some sympathy? He was so nervous, so uncertain. "Aunty Gail, Mummy maketh me wear a chathtity-cage now, to thtop me pwaying wif my cwittie," Daphne squeaked. "It'th bewwy naughty for thithies to pway wif their cwitties. You know? My gwandma and Mummy bought it for me ath a pwethent, but Mummy'th boyfwiend Unca Jake and Nanna hath the keyth. Unca Jake ith a big stwong man, and he sweepth wif my Mummy, and he makth wovey-dovieth wif her - coz Baby Daphne can't." The earnest little girl grimaced in self-loathing and shook her bonneted head for emphasis. Gail giggled, "Oh my! You sweet little sissy!" She patted the bulging front of his green plastic panties in mock-sympathy. "All locked up, are we? Can't you play with it anymore? Well, well, well! I'm sure that must be good for you, really." When he stared at the ground and shook his head despondently, she swapped sly grins with the listening clients. Gail advised the humiliated sissy, "Oh well! Don't you get all het up, though! Never mind, little girl." She'd never heard the word 'cuckold' and continued blithely, "Don't you mind having another man screw your wife? Hmm? I suppose you mustn't. What else must you tell me? Tell Aunty Gail everything, baby." Gail softly stroked his baby-smooth cheek, encouraging the sissy to continue, and she tried to ignore the streams of milk running down Daphne's chin. Lucky the baby was wearing an absorbent plastic-backed bib! "Uncle Jake bought me thith wovewy bonnet. It'th vewy pwetty and maketh me wook wike a baby," Daphne babbled, patting the pink cotton bonnet on her head with her free hand. "Thith morning Unca Jake did come in my thithy Nurthery while Mummy changed my nappy, and he did choothe thith fwock for Daphne to wear." He patted his flowing green outfit. "It'th vewy pwetty, ithn't it? It hath wuvverwy buttonth down the back an- an- an' I can't undo them! I can't take off my dweth by my own thelf. Mummy or Nanny hath to do it for me. An - an Uncle Jake thpent the night wif Mummy all night watht night." Oh how it hurt to say that! His ears burned when he heard muffled titters from the women sitting nearby. To fantasise about your wife having a lover is one thing. To endure the humiliating reality and report the fact to strangers was something else entirely. Gail laughed at this fresh revelation, which only confirmed her suspicions. She was right! No self-respecting Jamaican man she knew would ever tolerate such treatment. Indeed they would be seriously revolted by it - but curiously, she continued to find it cute. It brought forth an untapped flood of maternal affection. She grabbed the end of his bottle and withdrew the teat slightly so the air could back rush in, and it gurgled loudly - then she pressed the spurting nipple back between his milk-stained lips. "Suck hard, Daphne! That's it! Drink down your milkies. Good girl! When it's all gone, you will feel better. By the way, your friend PJ Prettybuttons was booked in earlier this morning, so we now have three sissy fairies we do hair for here." Baby Daphne knew the other was Grayson Perry, the sculptor who'd won the prestigious Turner Prize in London a few years ago. In the full glare of the TV cameras, on peak-time news, he received his award dressed as a little girl. Since then his part-time lifestyle as Claire - his alter- ego in little-girl clothes - had become well known. A TV programme on his bizarre lifestyle followed, together with the inevitable book. David had watched the programme when it was aired, although Jane quickly grew bored and wandered off half-way through. She couldn't understand his sudden interest in modern sculpture. Gail chattily informed Daphne how cute PJ had looked in his pink satin shortalls, white tights, white patent Maryjanes, and a precious white high-collared blouse which was totally see-through. Daphne had met PJ with his Mama for the first time two weeks ago, and they got on famously. Mummy had met his Mama, whom Daphne had to call Aunty Pam, via the internet. After much checking and cross-checking, they had agreed to meet and greet at their house. Well, at Daphne's Mummy's house. David's mind returned to his first meeting with 'Pretty PJ,' as Daphne always thought of him. As usual he hadn't been privy to Jane's plans for that Saturday morning about a month ago, and Mummy was making him show her all the things that Emma had been teaching him all week. After running through the normal routines of walk like a baby, talk like a sissy baby, eat like a baby and so on, he had to demonstrate to Mummy how he could show off like an excited little girl in the presence of strangers or visitors. He would rush into the room to stand in front of Mummy, and wrench his frock up around his head like a naughty little girl showing off. "Wook!" he'd cry with faked enthusiasm. "My Mummy makes wear pwetty fwilly baby pantieth! I wove them! Don't you?" When Mummy laughed and nodded in reply, he would scamper out of the room and return a few seconds later with a fresh outburst. "I wear weal pwoper pwathtic baby pantieth, 'cauthe I wet tho much! Thee?" And "Mummy uthes dithpothable diapeeth under my cwoff ones, an they are weally comfy when I do yucky poo-pooth in my nappieth." Or; "Wook at my pwetty dweth! Do you wike my fwuffy petticoat'th?" "I have a woverwy dolly an her name ith Nancy. She wearth nappieth like me!" "I wuv being a bubba! Me want to be Mummith exthtwa- spthethial baby girl forever and ever!" It was all part of his training to behave like a normal attention-seeking two-year-old in front of people - in ways that constantly degraded and humiliated him. There had been only a few occasions when he'd been forced to perform like this in front of strangers, and generally he hadn't done well - ending up earning lots of sticks. Of course practising in front of Mummy or Emma wasn't too bad, but the real thing - in front of their friends or strangers? That was a different matter entirely! David hated having to demean himself in front of strangers. The mere thought made him cower and cringe - and usually a little pee-pee dribbled out, mostly unnoticed. When the doorbell rang that Saturday morning and Mummy commanded, "Go and answer it, Baby Daphne! Greet whoever is at the door like a polite little girl, and show Mummy you can behave as you've been taught." Daphne nearly died and remained rooted to the spot. "Go on now!" Jane snapped, pointing towards the hallway and smacking his bulging rear end to hurry him along. He stumbled forward two paces and halted again. "You've already earned two sticks for being uncooperative!" she warned him. "Go! Right now! Or the first thing I'll do when the visitors come in, is spank your naughty behind!" He moved so slowly, with such obvious reluctance, Jane impatiently stormed past him to the front door, leaving him wallowing in a welter of shame, doubt, and unhappiness. He was frightened of disobeying Mummy and fearful of the consequences, but he was terrified of meeting whoever might be waiting on the other side of the front door dressed like this. He backed into the lounge room and closed the door to the hallway, shivering with anxiety. He didn't know who - or what - to expect. He suspected Mummy might have invited someone over, because she had dressed up and done a full make-up this morning. She usually didn't bother most Saturday mornings - unless they intended going out or planned on receiving visitors. Mummy was wearing a sexy brown suede miniskirt this morning, teamed with a fluffy white, scoop-necked lambs wool sweater - which clung like an ardent lover to her magnificent breasts. Her bare legs looked fantastic, her shapely calf muscles accentuated by her matching brown suede ankle boots with the pencil-thin four-inch heels. Her long blonde mane fell loose over her shoulders in silken amber waves. David heard two unfamiliar voices in the hallway - a well-modulated, elegant woman's, and another harder to identify voice. He thought it might belong to a young girl or a small child, but it sounded soft and sweet rather than feminine. The door to the lounge room opened and David jerked backwards and looked up in fear. He saw a lovely lady in her mid-thirties with fine sculpted features and jet-black hair tied up in a high loose bun. She wore a smart red jacket over a white polo shirt, a tight mid-thigh washed denim skirt, and tall red heels to match her jacket. She was elegant and good looking, with great legs, but with her was a... Was it a..? Another man? A girl? No, surely not a girl, despite the curly blonde page-boy hair and prissy bonnet. The face although pretty, was too masculine. His eye- catching clothes were way out, not normal clothes at all. He wore tight pink satin shorts, but they were cut so high at the waist. A glimpse of lavish lace frills, possibly from bloomers, peeked out below the shiny pants' legs, which barely covered the top two inches of his smooth hairless thighs. There were pink heart-shaped buttons down the front of his shorts, but far too high to be a fly - they were merely for decoration. The area where the fly would normally be was free of any buttons or zip. The skin-tight shorts zipped up the rear, like girls' pants. His gleaming satin shorts were complimented by a lovely white nylon top, sheer enough to reveal his lacy white bra underneath. David realised his feminine blouse must button up at the back, too. To top it all, the man was wearing a pink satin baby's bonnet - an elaborately peaked and frilled affair which made his ensemble pure sissy! It was absolutely the most ridiculous thing a grown man could possibly wear! The red-faced sissy was being ushered reluctantly into the room by his Mama, looking awkward and embarrassed. David suddenly registered that like himself, the visitor was sucking a big pink dummy, too, nervously chewing on the fat rubber teat. David was stunned! He'd never seen another sissy in the flesh. He appeared at once embarrassed and awkward in his sissy clothes, yet at the same time somehow soft and unthreatening. Strangely the sight - despite the shame and shock of meeting new visitors - made David's little clittie start to swell in the confines of his warm wet nappy. "Mama please, I'm shy," the visiting sissy whimpered, eyes firmly glued to the carpet at his feet - clad in shiny white-patent Maryjanes. "Now don't be silly, PJ!" Pam scolded her charge. "Remember your manners and do a nice curtsey for Aunty Jane." PJ bobbed down in a curtsey but found it difficult to look respectfully at Aunty Jane's face at the same time, as was required for a properly-executed curtsey. "Hello Aunty Jane. Lovely to meet you." His attention was irresistibly drawn to Baby Daphne standing awkwardly behind her Mummy, wondering what Mummy had planned for her now. PJ too was stunned, as he'd never met another person who was dominated, dressed and feminised, and treated like a small child - like him. But this delicate little sissy was dressed like a big baby, and what a baby! A young man - well, what may have once been a man - stood before PJ with his smooth hairless legs splayed wide, showing off his thick cloth nappy and packed rumba panties, poking out beneath a too-short lavender baby dress, resting gently on a fluffy cloud of shimmering white petticoats. Like PJ, he was sucking an adult-sized dummy, but a shiny stream of drool ran down the sissy baby's chin to stain his pink terry dribble bib, which was clearly drenched. What did it say on the bib? 'Poopy-Pants Baby.' PJ continued to look at him askance, though long fluttering lashes and a loose sausage curl that dropped low over his cheek from his long pageboy cut. PJ noticed Daphne's abundant platinum tresses were tied up in two high floppy pigtails, the ends brushing the high round white Peter Pan collar of his lace-lavished lavender dress. The baby's exposed thighs were hairless and shone with baby oil to match the shiny white patent Maryjanes, setting off the sheer white socks with lavish lavender frills below the knees. PJ couldn't tear his eyes away from the entrancing sight and he suddenly realised the sissy baby was equally embarrassed by the sudden and unexpected exposure to new people. The blushing big baby dropped his chin and stared at his bobbing purple skirts, and PJ could see his neck flushing red. He couldn't know that inside the sissy's lovely warm wet nappy, an excited clittie was stretching to its tiny maximum. Jane sniffed in haughty disapproval. "I see you've already noticed my Baby Daphne! Do I have competition for your attention, Miss PJ?" "Oh! Oh no! No! I'm sorry, Aunty Jane!" PJ whimpered around the dummy in his mouth. "Oh dear, please, please forgive me?" He half turned to his Mama, flustered and worried at having been so rude, looking to her for support when he realised he'd inadvertently been very disrespectful to Aunty Jane. Mama looked at Aunty Jane and chortled, "I'm sorry, but my sissy doesn't often meet other sissies. And your Daphne is a real sight!" Pam stepped closer to inspect the cowering big baby girl with wide intelligent brown eyes. "So pretty, and so feminine! Really cute, if I may say so. She could easily pass for a young girl." Pam turned to her flustered charge and wagged a finger unde his nose. "My Miss PJ will spend some time in the naughty corner later though, trying to remember her manners when meeting grown-ups and not to be diverted by big babies - however pretty." She said the last with a chuckle in her voice that was clearly directed at Daphne. " But for now, PJ - seeing how you fluffed your curtsey, you obviously need some practise. You can do a hundred curtseys to Daphne and say in your best sissy voice 'Hello little Baby Daphne, I'm Mama's precious sissy and my name is PJ Prettybuttons. Speak clearly, and nice deep ones, please." Jane was so pleased. She had searched the internet for another sissy completely under the control of a dominant Mummy, so she had someone to swap ideas with and share experiences. Also she felt it was time to provide some company for Daphne. A little girl shouldn't spend all her time in the company of adults, and regular exposure to real children presented obvious problems. Pam had seemed like a similar spirit and she was clearly totally in control of PJ, on a permanent basis. From the extensive discussions she and Jane had over the phone and in the sissy chat rooms, it appeared that Pam enjoyed using a similar mix of punishments, humiliations and teases. She seconded Pam's decision "What a good idea! My Baby Daphne always needs curtsey practice. They can do them to each other. Daphne, you can follow each one of PJ's with; 'Hello PJ, I'm a real sissy baby, and my Mummy keeps me in nappies, plastic panties and baby frocks all the time.' Go over there and stand in the window bay, where we can keep a eye on you." Daphne waddled over to the window in a fluster, wishing the curtains were drawn. The front window was near the front door, overlooking the street and the sidewalk. Anyone walking past the house would be able to see them! (As Jane fully realised.) "Pweathe no, Mummy?" Daphne whimpered, glancing fearfully at the sunny window. "Daphne! You are not going to be naughty again in front of Aunty Pam, are you? I haven't forgotten you've already earned a spanking today, but as a prelude - you can do 100 hundred proper punishment curtseys." "Oh no, Mummy! I mean, yeth Mummy! Fank you, Mummy!" "That's better. Good girl!" The sissies scuttled over in front of the bay window and started their silly humiliating routine. Two grown men who'd only just met, red-faced and embarrassed, staring intently at each other's sissy outfits, sucking earnestly on their dum-dums. The soft sound of lisping effeminate voices drifted across the room. "Hewwo PJ, I'm a weal thithy baby, and my Mummy keepth me in nappieth, pwathtic pantieth and baby fwockth all the time!" followed by, "Hello little Baby Daphne, I'm Mama's precious sissy and my name is PJ Prettybuttons." Daphne was praying the postman wouldn't turn up soon and catch them. PJ sensed his concerns and had trouble concentrating, and distracted Daphne accidentally did two curtseys in a row. Ever-watchful Pam interjected, "Come on, Daphne! You can do better than that, little girl! How many are you up to, PJ?" "Seventy-six, Mama." "Well, you will just have to start all over again!" PJ's thighs were starting to burn with the effort, and he shuddered and the thought of doing another hundred curtseys. He hoped this time Daphne would do them properly, and he smiled encouragingly at his new sissy friend from around the dummy clenched between his teeth.. "Yeth Mama! I'm sorry." They started again The two mummies chatted away, careless of the shame and pain they were heaping on their submissive husbands, discussing their experiences of bringing up sissies and the strict training they found necessary. Capriciously the women terminated the curtsying as the repetitive sounds started to grate on their ears. Pam asked her toddler, "PJ, are you going to give Daphne a nice kiss hello?" PJ was relieved that his grossly disrespectful behaviour had been so lightly glossed over. Jane addressed Daphne. "Now Daphne, be nice and respectful to PJ. I have heard how well-trained she is, and," she emphasised the distinction, "she doesn't need nappies like you do." "Not yet, anyway," Pam added sotto-voce. Daphne stood awkwardly like a shy little girl, feet spread with toes pointed inwards, knees angled together, looking apprehensive. This was the first time David had ever kissed another man - er, no - another sissy. Fortunately Emma had worked out a routine with Jane and she had spent sometime rehearsing him in the very precise technique Jane thought appropriate for sissy-to-sissy kissing. David was required to keep his elbows tucked into his ribs but his hands extended out horizontally. With his right hand he was to take the extended left hand of his partner gently and softly, tickling the palms with his curled fingers and with his left hand palm down, accept the light feminine touch of his partner's right hand. Their feet remained some distance apart and the mutual guidance of their right hands should bring pursed lips together. Before touching, each should protrude their tongues ever-so-slightly so the tips peeked out enticingly between softly puckered lips. Tongues should flicker tantalisingly around each others tips on contact, with soft gentle licks to each other's lips. Nothing must be sexual; strictly no slobbering or adult tonguing. Soft chaste sissy touches. To show how sweet they were, they should hold the required pose for at least a three heartbeats. The trouble was, PJ had a slightly different routine. With his hands behind his back, he leant forward to meet Daphne with pursed lips. This flustered Daphne, because PJ didn't extend his hands as he expected. The two anxious sissies, unsure how to proceed, nearly cried in panic - until Mama rescued them from their predicament. Pam ordered PJ to hold Daphne's offered hands while the soft sweet slow kisses were properly exchanged. The two grown men cringed inwardly at this kiss, man-to-man. Neither of them were in any sense gay and their reactions indicated their despairing obedience to their respective Mummies. But as the kiss continued, the sheer sissyness of what they were doing caused little clitties to unaccountably harden. "Now come on, you two sissy girls. Stop flirting with each other!" Jane scolded the kissing pair. They backed away, red-faced with shame, unable to meet each other's gaze. "Sit down and be quiet. Mummy and Aunty Pam need to have a little chat. You sit over there PJ, on that pink chair, and Daphne - go and play with your dollies and toys on the play mat." PJ carefully sat down on a very low pink plastic chair designed for toddlers, glancing discretely at Daphne who had returned to the plastic- backed cotton play mat spread on the floor, littered with a collection of teddy bears, dolls and toys for small toddlers. He was surprised when the diapered sissy started to play in earnest with some Disney numbered cardboard building blocks, and it was apparent she was really concentrating on putting one top of the other. The two mothers chatted away about their novel experiences of bringing up their effeminate sissies and the strict training that was necessary to keep them under control. Every now and again a question was thrown at one or the other child, which they dutifully answered. Jane made and poured the coffee, and made up drinks for the sissies - a bottle of apple juice for baby Daphne, and the same in a huge pink sippy-cup for PJ. Once the little girls were set, the grown-ups disappeared into the kitchen for a private chat, secure in the knowledge that their noisily- slurping 'husbands' would continue to sit quietly until given leave to do something else. Daphne heard Aunty Pam exclaim, "Wow! I love the big highchair!" When they returned to the front room twenty minutes later, Jane noticed the sissies had both finished their drinks and replaced their dummies. She collected the empty vessels and PJ raised his hand, asking for permission to speak. Daphne was aware that her new friend was wriggling and fidgeting in his low plastic seat and assumed he must be uncomfortable. Eventually Pam noticed and asked shortly, "What do you want, PJ?" "I need to do a wee-wee, please Mama?" he confessed, his cheeks turning scarlet as he lowered his hand. Pam sighed loudly in resignation before indicating he should stand. "Oh well. Come on then." She turned to Jane and politely asked, "May we use your bathroom?" "Of course! Baby Daphne can show you the way." Jane waved her big baby closer and ordered, "Take PJ to the downstairs bathroom, baby girl." The women followed them down the hall and pushed the confused sissies into the bathroom ahead of them. Baby Daphne shuffled into the shower stall to get out of the way and Pam steered her sissy to stand in front of the toilet. "Keep still," Pam instructed PJ, as she unfastened the tiny hook and eye in the waistband, then lowered the rear zip of his shiny pink shorts. She pushed them down till they puddled around his ankles, revealing his pretty white satin bloomers. They were high- waisted and had tight elastic cuffs around the tops of his thighs, with frilly lace trim dangling from them. "Turn around, honey," Pam crooned, smiling in approval when he clumsily turned to face her, his back to the commode and his shimmering shorts bunched around his ankles. Daphne saw the poor man's face was crimson with shame. Pam waited expectantly, fists on her hips. "Please Mama, will you pull down my panties?" PJ snivelled around his dum-dums. Pam tossed the cringing sissy a triumphant smile and turned to Jane to explain. "My sissy isn't allowed to touch her own panties any more. Sometimes she has trouble controlling her... urges. You know?" Both women turned as one and glared at Baby Daphne, who cringed in guilt at the unspoken accusation in their eyes. "Perhaps my little girl can be of some help?" Jane offered with a sly smile. "Baby Daphne? Why don't you help your new sissy friend PJ and pull down her panties for her." Pam grinned and stepped back, waving Baby Daphne into place. "Kneel down in front of PJ and you can pull down her panties, Baby Daphne," Pam commanded, a glint of mischief in her wide brown eyes. Daphne couldn't look at PJ's worried face as she obediently knelt on the cold bathroom tiles, and she grabbed the waistband of his shiny white bloomers over his hips and began peeling them down. She tried to avert her gaze when PJ's manhood popped into view. As well as smooth-shaven legs, PJ was hairless as a newborn down there too - just like Daphne. Even though it was limp, his tool was twice as thick as Daphne's little clittie at it's hardest! She couldn't help staring, and it seemed to thicken and grow the longer she stared. The watching women exchanged sly smiles. It was difficult to see which sissy was more embarrassed - the one about to use the potty in front of strangers, or the sissy baby submissively kneeling at her feet. Pam commanded, "Alright PJ, sit on the toilet for Mama." He sat down with a sigh of relief and spread his thighs wide, looking up at his wife for further instructions. "PJ isn't allowed to touch her clittie any longer, either," Pam explained to Jane. "I usually have to make sure it's aimed into the bowl properly, and not about to spray all over the place." "I'm sure my little girl can help with that, too," Jane offered. "Baby girl? Help PJ point her clittie in the right direction, will you?" With a whimper of submission, Daphne reached between PJ's baby-smooth thighs and reluctantly grasped his limp organ, aiming the soft plump head downwards. When she glanced over her shoulder at the grinning women, they nodded in approval. Pam instructed her humiliated sissy, "Alright PJ, show everyone how you use the toilet like a big girl." With a groan of relief, PJ let his straining bladder sphincter relax. Daphne was surprised at the forceful stream jetting out of the penis she delicately held, and she realised she was flooding her nappy afresh in sympathy with the sissy peeing on the toilet. She kept his penis pointed down, aiming the stream into the water at the bottom of the bowl. Everyone in the small room could hear the noisy splashing sounds. Daphne was surprised at how long it took for him to empty his bladder, and she knelt between the sitting sissy's spread thighs holding his thick cock for ages, trying to avoid looking anyone in the face. Finally his stream dwindled and slowed, and Daphne glanced over her shoulder uncertainly, awaiting direction. Pam helpfully instructed, "You have to squeeze out the last few drops, Baby Daphne." She held up both hands and made obvious milking gestures. "Get all the pee-pee out - or PJ might end up with nasty wet spots in her pretty bloomers. And that would make her Mama very cranky!" Daphne could feel PJ's manhood thickening in her fingers as she delicately milked his penis, trying to gently squeeze out the last few drops. She couldn't understand why her own clittie was stiffening inside her lovely warm wet nappy. "You have to work harder than that, little girl!" Pam scolded Daphne, speaking down to the kneeling sissyas if she'd never held a man's penis in her hands before. "Squeeze hard, and give it a few good shakes. That's right. Shake, shake, squeeze and shake. Do it again." PJ kept his gaze locked forward, staring unseeing at the tiled wall in front of him, unwilling to look at the watching women or the sissy baby kneeling between his legs. Daphne wrapped her curled fingers all the way around his thickening tool, marvelling at the silky texture of the slick shaft. It was so hot! The engorging crimson head rose above the level of the toilet seat, the shaft swelling rapidly to fill Daphne's tiny fist. In that moment Daphne noticed PJ was circumcised, just like her. Pam turned away to collect some toilet paper from the roll and when she turned back to wipe clean her sissy's clittie, it was fully erect. "Oh!" she cried, as if surprised by the sight. Baby Daphne turned to face her, her little face a picture of guilt and concern, seemingly unable to release the throbbing member in her fist. Pam put her fists on her hips and demanded of the sitting sissy, "What are you doing, little girl? Are you trying to show off for Baby Daphne, PJ? You naughty thing!" Jane couldn't help thinking, 'What a nice size cock! Lucky girl, Pam!' She chortled and observed, "No wonder you don't let PJ touch herself! Naughty girl! She's got no self-control at all!" A mere glance at her sissy baby's flushed guilty features indicated her kneeling husband was probably just as excited inside his nappy. "You can say that again," Pam retorted with a sneer of contempt. "Although I think your pretty sissy baby might be partially to blame. Baby Daphne? Did you get out all the pee-pee?" Daphne nodded uncertainly, his pale blue eyes wide. Pam demanded, "Are you sure?" "Show us how you did it, baby girl," Jane ordered her anxious sissy. "Show Mummy and Aunty Pam how you got out all the pee-pee." Daphne turned to look back at the erection she still grasped, and she began vigorously milking him - which of course, only made him harder. Nothing came out. "Give it another hard squeeze and a shake, baby," Mummy instructed. "A good hard shake! That's right!" "Alright, PJ, you can stand up now," Pam ordered. When Daphne naturally let go of his erection and sat back on her heels, Pam scolded the kneeling baby. "I didn't say to let go, baby girl! Did I?" As soon as PJ was steady on his feet, Daphne knelt up and grabbed his jutting tool again. It pounded like a live thing in her small fist, so hard and hot, and Daphne realised - level with the dummy bobbing in her mouth. The women could hear the slurping sounds increase in volume and frequency, and Jane wondered if the sissies knew they were unconsciously sucking harder and faster on their dum-dums in their excitement. Jane stepped over behind her kneeling baby and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Spit out your dummy, Baby Daphne." David obediently spat out his soother and it flopped against his tummy, dangling from the clip attached to the Peter Pan collar of his sweet lavender frock. He anxiously licked his spittle-wet lips, unaware his chin was dripping with saliva. "Look at it!" Mummy commanded. "Look at PJ's clittie! Look at how big and hard and long it is!" Daphne stared at the cock in her fist, and she couldn't seem to stop her curled fingers from sliding up and down along the pulsating length of him. "Kiss it, baby girl." 'I'm not gay! I'm not gay!' David mentally screamed to himself as his lips obediently puckered and pursed. The cock in his fist jerked and throbbed as he leaned his face closer, and he had to grip the throbbing shaft tighter to stop it from accidentally poking him in the eye. He gently kissed the crimson head, and it was as soft as the shaft was hard, so hot and spongy against his puckered lips. The sissy standing over him moaned quietly, and Daphne recognised the wordless sounds of sexual desire. "Taste him," Jane whispered enticingly in his ear. "Go on! Stick out your tongue and lick him. You know you want to." And in a strange way, Daphne did. If some pretty thing was kneeling in front of David, clutching his erection and tenderly kissing the swollen head of his cock, he knew he would want more. Daphne poked out her wet pink tongue and delicately licked the crimson head, and it seemed completely natural for her puckered lips to part and form an 'O'. Daphne wrapped her slippery wet lips over the pulsating crown, gently poking the pointed tip of her tongue into the little opening for a few moments, before licking the sensitive underside and making him tremble. "Suck it, baby," Mummy whispered in encouragement. "Suck it like it's your favourite dum-dums." Daphne reached under her frock with her free hand and surreptitiously began stroking the tenting front of her rumba panties, praying Mummy wouldn't notice. Pam was standing close beside her trembling husband, one arm around his waist to support her sissy while the kneeling baby gave him oral pleasure. "Do you like that, darling?" she crooned in PJ's ear. When he tried to groan a reply she cut him off by commanding, "Suck your dummy, PJ. Let me hear you sucking. Nice and loud now! You know Mama likes to hear you suck nice and loud." The sounds of vigorous sucking only seemed to inflame both sissies, and Daphne's head began to bob up and down as she slid her compressed lips over the pulsating crown and halfway down his shaft, then back again. "That's it! Good girl! Show me how you suck that hard clittie," Jane crooned encouragingly to Daphne. "See how much of it you can take in your mouth." Daphne obediently pressed her nose towards PJ's tummy, trying to swallow the pulsating length of him. She felt the swollen head striking the back of her throat and she gagged, almost choking. Daphne wrenched her head back without letting his jerking cock escape her lips, caught her breath by inhaling sharply through her nostrils, and then returned to sucking PJ's tool with renewed vigour. Her small right hand slid up and down the length of his pounding shaft, slick and slippery with her saliva, and she masturbated him as she fellated him. She pressed her warm wet nappy harder against her trapped little tool with her left hand, her rubbing palm slithering noisily over her nylon- covered plastic panties. His impassioned cries only spurred her to suck harder and rub faster, and she heard the dummy-muffled wail from above; "Oh Mama! I need to do a cummie! Oh Mama! Mama!" "That's alright, darling!" Pam cooed in approval. "Look down and watch Baby Daphne as she sucks all the badness out of your clittie." "Don't you dare stop, little girl," Mummy warned the sucking big baby. "Suck, baby! Keep sucking!" "Oh Mama!" PJ cried, "Mama! Mama!" Daphne tried to wrench her face back when she felt PJ pulsating cock begin to ejaculate, but Mummy's hand at the back of her head kept her resolutely in place. The swollen pounding tool in her fist grew hard as teak for a few seconds, then it was like the head exploded in her mouth. Jolt after jolt of creamy salty jism caromed off the back of her throat, and the inexperienced baby girl almost gagged before she was forced to swallow. His pulsating cock kept erupting, and it seemed like gallons of cum covered Daphne's tongue and filled her mouth, forcing her to noisily gulp and swallow repeatedly. Even as she performed this submissive intimate act, her clittie pounded with excitement inside her wonderfully warm wet nappy. David had tasted his own cum many times, so the flavour wasn't unfamiliar - nor repugnant. Baby Daphne had tasted everything her body could produce at one time or another - just like any normal diapered baby girl going through the oral phase of development. "Mama! Oh Mama!" PJ groaned, his body twitching and jerking spastically with the intensity of his climax. The little fist wrapped around his cock seemed intent on milking out every last drop of his seed. If not for his Mama's arms supporting him, PJ would have collapsed to the floor on top of the kneeling Daphne. Mummy kept her hand behind her baby's head, watching Daphne's face and listening to her noisily swallow, making sure her sissy baby accepted every drop of PJ's gift. "Shh darling," Pam crooned to her trembling sissy. "There, there! That's my good little girl! Suck your dum-dums and stand up straight, PJ. Let Mama hear you sucking, baby. Nice and loud now! Good girl!" "Good girl, Baby Daphne," Mummy purred in her whimpering sissy's ear. She removed her hand from the back of his head and David leaned back on his heels, gasping for breath as PJ's shrinking cock plopped free of his glistening lips. Jane gripped her husband's chin and turned his flushed features towards hers, grinning down with proprietary pride as he delicately licked his salty lips. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, nodding pointedly towards the hand he still had cupped over his crotch. Daphne snatched her hand away with a guilty start, but she didn't know how to respond. Not exactly enjoyed - although there was a strange feeling of power to have a man - even a sissy - under her control like that. Plus David knew how fabulous it felt to have your cock sucked, and he wanted to try and do a good job. Obviously he'd succeeded. He shook his head in the negative, but Mummy shot him a look of disbelief before she popped his dummy back in his mouth. Daphne sucked automatically on the familiar rubber teat and Jane squatted down beside her kneeling baby. She flipped up his dress and petties in front and with the ease of long practice, slid her hand inside the waistband of his rumba panties. She wormed her fingers down inside his warm wet nappy, over his slippery smooth damp pubis, right down to where his stiff clittie revealed his true feelings. Jane sniggered as she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing damp little tool, and when she began vigorously stroking him, he thought for a brief wonderful moment Mummy was going to help him do a lovely squirtie in his wet nappy. But no. Jane gave him a few quick teasing caresses, then released him and ripped away her hand. "I knew you'd like it," she softly teased him, her smile knowing. She wiped her pee-damp fingers clean on his bib and stood up, moving aside to wash her