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The College of Satin and Lace II By Missy Satinpanties Note: Sorry, for not doing any "recap" for this story. I've had a hard time writing it, and I think I'm just tired, So, I'm, just jumping into the second (and final) installment. Want to know what the heck is going on? Please read the first chapter. Thanks! As the morning sun filtered in through the lace curtains, I woke up with a fuzzy head, thinking that I had had a wild dream last night. It took only a moment to realize that it had been no dream! I was wearing my pink babydoll nightie, in a room fit for the sissiest princess, and I was wearing diapers. Apparently wet diapers! It was about the time I figured out where I was, and why I was there, that the door to my room opened. Professor Lawrence and his wife, now to be referred to as Daddy and Mommy came through, and while "Daddy" sat down on a chair, "Mommy" sat down on the bed beside me. "Now Sweetheart," Mommy began, "Today is the first day of your new life with us. We want you to enjoy each day, and embrace the challenges that come with this new life." She put her finger to my lips to silence my question. "You wanted to know what sort of challenges you might face? Well, some will be physical. You will have to get used to wearing high heels and corsets, and yes, sometimes you will be spanked for being naughty, and some, well, we shall get to them. Quite often, though, you will be given an order, and you won't like it. You won't want to do what it is we want you to do. That is more of a psychological challenge. You will just have to push through and do what is asked of you. You see, though, if you fail at the psychological challenge, then physical punishment will be the next step." I was getting very nervous; scared even, and without even thinking about it, I filled my diaper again! At this point, Daddy sort of took over. "Now, Chrissy, we both want you to be safe and happy here. So, the first thing we want you to do is play with yourself." I just stared at him. "That's right, Princess, make yourself cum for us." He then reached over and pulled my covers down, and slid the plastic panties off my bottom to my knees, and then unpinned and removed my diaper, carrying it to the corner, and dropping it into a covered bucket. The next thing I know, Mommy had pulled off her sheer white panties, and put them over my nose! Her musky smell drove me crazy, and I instinctually grabbed my hard cock and started to work. The whole time, Mommy was kissing and nipping my little nipples, and Daddy was kissing my thighs, and fondling my balls, finally slipping a finger into my back passage. That did it! With a loud groan, I let loose, and with that, collapsed back onto the bed. Then Daddy did a very strange thing. After he pulled my plastic panties all the way off he began licking up the pool of cum on my belly, and finally taking my limp cock in his mouth! His tongue swirled around my manhood, cleaning me off, and making me feel heavenly! He then produced a wash cloth and cleaned me up, as Mommy stepped out of the room, and then back in with something on a tray, under a cloth. "Now Chrissy," Mommy cooed in a soft voice, "The next two days are going to be sort of like probation. Like a test period. You see, today is Friday. On Sunday afternoon, you can choose to either sign a renter's agreement, and change rooms, choose a sissy agreement, and stay right where you are, or you will be free to make any other arrangement you might want. So, for the next two days, Daddy and I are going to make sure that you understand what the sissy agreement entails. Good, and maybe not so good. Okay?" I nodded my head, which was in reality, spinning rapidly. "Are you ready, dear?" With those words, Daddy grabbed my right wrist, and pulled it over my head. He quickly wrapped a strap around the wrist, and then pulled it tight. My other hand was next, and they were soon bound to the posts at the head of the bead. Now, Mommy took one leg, and Daddy the other, and soon I was bound, spread eagle, on top of the bed. Mommy took her panties off my face, and proceeded to shove them into my mouth, gagging me with her most intimate garment. She took the cover off the tray, and set it on the bed beside me. Grabbing something that jingled, she bent over my limp cock. "This is what's going on, Chrissy," she began, "I am going to put your widdle thingie into a chastity device. This means that you won't be able to play with yourself, or even get a full erection, but you will be able to pee, and keep clean." I started to writhe and pull at the restraints, and a muffled squealing was all I could hear of my pleading. "Don't worry," she continued, "I promise you it isn't permanent, and you'll still have pleasure, but it will be on my schedule, not yours." With those not so comforting words, she began to pull and tug on my balls and my "little man." I could feel something rather tight around my balls, and then more tugging, and finally a "click." A rather final "click." As she let go, I could feel that there was a fair amount of weight attached to my cock, and it fell straight down. I had my head up, straining to see what was going on, but not being able to see due to my frilly nightie, and now I just sort of dropped my head back on the pillow, not sure of what to think, and knowing that there was nothing I could do at the moment. At that moment, I could feel hands at my feet, and I raised my head to see Daddy attaching something to my ankles. I wasn't sure what it was, until he released my ankles from the bedposts, and I saw that there was a long bar between my ankles, connected to the restraint straps that had been put on them. I was a bit puzzled, and yes, very nervous at this new development! My instinct to be nervous and frightened turned out to be absolutely correct, as my shackled ankles were raised above my head. As the hem of my nightie fell away, I could see that my cock was encased in a cage of stainless steel, and locked to a ring that was tightly wrapped around the base of my balls, with the two parts held together by a small, but sturdy looking lock. I didn't have long to contemplate the nature of my predicament, as the next act of this little play was about to begin. My feet were now at the head of the bed, and my ankle restraints were tied off about three feet over my wrists, leaving me severely bent at the waist, cock in chastity, wearing a pink satin nightie and baby bonnet, with a pair of used panties stuffed into my mouth. I wasn't sure what was going on, but this was NOT what I thought I had signed on for! My thoughts were again interrupted as Mommy began to slide something under my bum. "Relax Sweetheart," she said softly, "What we're doing now is giving you a bit of a crash course in what to expect if you come to live as my sissy baby girl. I promise that nothing is permanent, and while you will feel a bit of pain, no real harm will come to you. What I'm doing now is putting a diaper under your cute little bottom so your pretty sheets and comforter don't get all messy." Messy from WHAT? The answer came quickly as I felt some sort of cool liquid being dripped into the crack of my butt, which I now realized was fully open for...for anything. Daddy got on his knees on the bed, and then began to work one of his long fingers into my back passage. Even with what I knew to be lube, this was uncomfortable. When I was horny, it felt good. Now, after I had that huge orgasm, I wasn't into it at all! As he worked his finger in and out though, it started to sort of feel good. After a moment, he pulled his finger out, and then started working two of them up inside me. This flat out hurt, as the squeals and moans that escaped around my panty gag attested. As he pulled his fingers from my bottom, I noticed that he was wearing thin surgical gloves. He squeezed a bit more lube out, and sort of rubbed it in, and then put some more in the palm of his hand, then turned and picked something up. Suddenly, there was a blunt, wide object pushing at my little rosebud, and I started to swing my bum as much as I could to keep it away. Mommy was having none of that, and grabbed my steel caged cock and held my tight. Harder and harder the object was pushed against my asshole, and the harder he pushed, the more I screamed and cried, and begged for him to stop. Finally, when I thought I could take no more, I felt something sort of give, and whatever it was forced its way deep inside of me, making me think that my ass had split wide open! I was screaming, crying, begging, and at the same time, trying to push those sodden panties out of my mouth, when Mommy changed her tone. "Young lady!" She exploded, "I gifted your mewling mouth with my most intimate garment, and just because you have a tiny little plug in your bottom, you want to spit them out?! I'll show you how I deal with ungrateful little babies like you!" With those words, she snatched off her high heeled slipper, and began to beat my bottom with the sole. Now I was screaming louder, and thought that I was truly going to die at the hands of these monsters! As suddenly as it started, the beating stopped. In truth, it was only about 8 or ten whacks, and probably not anywhere near as hard as she could have made them, but it seemed to be 40 lashes with a cat-o-nine tails to my little heinie! Mommy rubbed some ointment onto my rosy red tush, and then my legs were lowered back down to the bed, and my restraints, and the panties were removed. Mommy then pinned the diaper from bed tightly around me, slipped a clean pair of plastic panties into place, and then wrapped her arms around me and held me as I cried. "You see, Chrissy," Professor Lawrence, I mean, uh, Daddy began, "If you really wish to continue on as our little sissy, then there are certain realities pleasant, and not so pleasant, that must be dealt with. The first one is simple. Your body is for our pleasure, not your own. We will never abuse you, but we will control you. If we want you to cum, then you will. If not, then you will continue in chastity until such a time as we release you. The second rule is sort of like the first one. If we wish to gag you, or to plug your adorable little bottom, we will. If we wish you to be restrained, you will be restrained. Spankings and other punishments will be administered as required. The one thing I want you understand is that we do not believe in whips, canes, or the like. We don't want bruising, blood, or permanent marks. You will also not be pierced or tattooed, other than having your ears pierced. Do you understand everything I've said?" I thought for a moment, and then lifted my head from Mommy's breast. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Hell no, I didn't understand! My head was spinning around at a thousand RPM, and my stomach was in knots. Everything was happening so damn fast, I barely had time to digest what had happened, let alone whatever was being done to me currently! In simpler terms, "What the heck was happening to me? Did I want this? Was I ready for this? And what all is entailed by that simple word, "This"?" By now, though, I had a more immediate problem. The plug in my bottom was really starting to ache, and I couldn't help reaching behind me to rub my butt through my diapers. This didn't help at all. I looked at Mommy and in a very quiet voice asked her if she could take out the plug because it hurt. "Little one," she whispered, "If you stay with us, you will soon learn that a sissy's bottom must stay clean and plugged. I know this is your first time, and we won't leave it in you for a long time, but it needs to stay in there for 15 more minutes, and then we'll get you bathed, get you your breakfast, and begin a few basic lessons. (She must have read my mind, as she continued) You must learn to speak in the proper manner, and how to walk, sit, and stand in high heels and a skirt. You will also be instructed in how to curtsey. These aren't hard lessons, but it will take a bit of practice on your part. I think we have a new motto for you to remember. Perfect practice makes perfect performance, and perfect performance makes for no punishment." With those enigmatic words, I was laid back down, and those soft satin sheets were pulled back around me. Daddy produced a baby bottle, as though by magic, and told me to drink it down like a good girl. Soon, they would back to get that nasty plug out of me and get me all cleaned up. With little choice, I lay back and began to suckle at the bottle of apple juice, which caused me to realize how thirsty and hungry I really was! The juice must have been drugged, because when I opened my eyes, I could tell it was already near noon. Either that, or the morning's activities really wore me out! (Turned out the latter was the case!) Mommy helped me out of bed, and the placed a plastic sheet on top of the comforter, told me to lay back while she got me out of that nappy. When the wet diaper had been tossed into the covered pail, and the plastic panties dropped into the hamper, she looked me in eye, and told me that I had to be a big girl while Mommy got that nasty plug out of my widdle bottom. I had almost forgotten about it, but the pain was still there, along with a strong urge to take a dump. I really wasn't sure how to go about this, but I sort put my little finger in my mouth, and in a high pitched, lispy voice said, "Mommy, I got to go poo-poo weally bad." Apparently that was the right thing, as I was lifted up as though I weighed nothing, and carried to the ensuite bathroom, where Mommy just sort of looked around, as though weighing her options. "Well, Chrissy," Mommy sort of sighed, "Mommy did NOT think this one out, did she? You see, first of all, I did not clean you out before using the plug, and then I went and left it in far longer than I should have. But you were sleeping so sweetly, I just didn't want to disturb our widdle cutie! I must learn to plan ahead a little better. So, Sweetie, here's what we're going to do. I want you to sit on the edge of the tub, and I'll pop that nasty old plug out of your bottom. If you poop, well, you poop! But, try not to, and we'll get you to the potty, and then get you all cleaned up. Now, I have to warn you that the plug will hurt as it comes out, so be prepared little one." I sat on the edge of the tub, flinching as the cold porcelain came in contact with my thighs. Mommy wrapped one arm around me, and then reached under me and sort of wiggled her fingers around to get a grip on the plug. With a quiet warning, she pulled it free in a blast of pain, and I have to admit I squealed very loudly! Luckily, only a little poo dribbled out, and she quickly transferred me to the potty. After that plug had been in that long, even doing my business hurt! From the potty, I was whisked to a tub filled with hot water and flowery scented bath oil. Mommy had slipped out of the bathroom, and returned a few minutes late wearing a pair of white satin panties trimmed with baby blue lace with a blue satin bow on each hip, a matching bra, high heeled slippers, and a clear plastic pinafore apron. She then knelt on the bath rug and proceeded to gently wash me all over, all the time telling me that I was her special little girl, and that Mommy was sorry for hurting my widdle bottom. After washing me, she washed my hair with shampoo that had the same flowery scent. Helping me out of the tub, she patted me dry with a fluffy pink towel, and with the help of a blow dryer and brush, took care of my hair. Leading me back to my room (I think I still want to stay here, don't I?) I was treated to a wonderful sight. There on the bed was an outfit to thrill even the most discerning sissy! Let's see, I could see a pair of lemon colored satin panties, with delicate pink lace around the leg openings, and across the bum. There was a pair of white nylon ankle socks with a huge fringe of yellow lace at the top and a nylon petticoat that looked to be at least a million layers of soft netting, with the top nylon layer decorated at the hem with yellow ribbon and small yellow bows. To top it off was a lemon yellow sissy dress that was so over-the-top I almost swooned! Yellow satin covered in sheer white glass silk, super puffy capped sleeves with white ribbons and bows, a white satin peter pan collar, and a huge yellow satin sash! The hem and bodice were decorated with tiny pink rosettes with white satin bows, and the whole thing looked heavenly! When I looked at Mommy, she just beamed and said, "Of course it's all for you, Sweetums! You were such a good widdle girl today, learning all those nasty things, that it's time to give you a big reward! But, before my widdle Chrissy can put on her dress, we have to take care of one more thing." With those words, she again knelt down, and taking a small key from a chain around her neck, she removed my cage, and worked the steel ring from behind my balls. I have to say it felt good to get it off! And of course, nature being what it is, and the sight of all that little girly, feminine satin and lace, my little man stood immediately to attention! Mommy saw this of course, as she was still at eye level with my crotch. She giggled, and to my surprise, she leaned in and gave the tip of my penis a kiss! I thought I would have an orgasm on the spot! Now, Mrs. Lawrence, Fiona, Mommy was standing in front of me in that bra and panty set that made her look both sexy and a bit virginal. My little cock was hard as a rock just looking at her! "Would my widdle girl like a treat?" she almost whispered. All I could do was nod my head, not sure what she had in mind, but willing to find out. "Okay, Chrissy, we need to get you dressed a bit, first." She had me hold my arms over my head, and she picked up what she described as a petticoat slip. She held it up, and slipped it over my head, and as it slithered down my body, I thought I would pass out from the pleasure. Next, she had me sit on the bed as she pulled the silky socks over my feet, and then turned down the tops to expose the frilly lace. Finally, she slipped a pair of shiny black Mary Janes onto my feet, and buckled the strap over my instep. What happened next sent me over the edge. Mommy knelt down between my legs, lifted my petticoat, and then proceeded to kiss and lick my cock! I thought I was in heaven, and things just were never going to get better, when she took it all the way into her soft, warm mouth, and gave me my very first blowjob! I think I lasted about 45 seconds before I filled her mouth with my pent- up cum! Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she stood up, and motioned for me to stand, also. My legs were still shaking from my orgasm, and I slowly stood up. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, allowing her tongue to snake into my mouth. I opened up for her, and before I knew it, she was sharing my own cum with me! As I was still high from the orgasm, I let her, too! Usually, after an orgasm, all I wanted to do was to lie back, and let my heart and breathing come back to normal, and then remove whatever lingerie/baby clothing I was wearing. Today was no different. I felt a bit ashamed, and started to pull the petticoats up and off. Mommy reached out her hand and stopped me, quietly telling me that it was all right for widdle Chrissy to be all dressed up and pretty. I was embarrassed, but allowed her to smooth the petticoats back into place, and submissively stepped into those oh-so-sissy, and oh-so-beautiful panties. When she had pulled them up my legs, and settled them into place, I knew, as sure as I knew what day it was, that orgasm or no, I wanted to not only wear them, but everything else that was frilly, satiny, lacy, and silky that I could. It was right then that I totally accepted my destiny. She pulled that heavenly dress on me, and then applied just a little pale pink lipstick, added a spritz of perfume, and pronounced me, "darling." We spent the rest of the day eating a light lunch, and then sitting together on the sofa, watching a movie, and cuddling. Mommy had slipped a pale blue satin robe on over her lovely bra and panties, and I still wore my lemon yellow sissy dress. It was lovely! Around six that evening Daddy returned home, and we had a lovely dinner of lamb chops, boiled potato, and peas, followed by custard and fruit tarts that Daddy had picked up at the local bakery. After dinner, Mommy took me by the hand and led me to my bathroom, where she supervised me while I brushed my teeth. Then, telling me to go sit on the bed, she left the room for about ten or fifteen minutes. When she returned, she had shed the semi-virginal white satin bra and panties, and was dressed in a much more dramatic fashion. What returned to my room was a first class, grade A, right-outta-the- news Dominatrix! Mommy was a vision in a black satin over-the-bust corset, a tight black satin skirt, black stockings, thigh-high black leather boots with skyscraper heels, and black satin gloves that came up over her elbows. (I guess not everyone is into leather or latex) Her makeup was smoky, and her lips were a dark vermillion. Sexy, yes, but also sort of scary! When she spoke, she didn?t yell, but for some reason, the words had the same impact. ?Stand up, turn around, and put your hands behind you back!? The words were sort of barked at me, but without being loud. I was so startled, that I merely jumped up, turned around, and placed my hands behind my back. Quickly she slipped cuffs onto my wrists. Reaching under the bed, she pulled out some kind of white leather thing with laces. Again going behind me, she began wrapping this contraption around my arms, and when she started lacing it up, I found it was pulling my elbows in, most painfully! ?This is an arm binder, Chrissy,? she said conversationally, ?I will not pull it fully tight, as you aren?t ready for that yet, but within a few months, we will have you bound tightly, both elbows touching behind your back.? By this time I was actually whimpering with discomfort. ?I suspect you want to know why, don?t you?? I nodded. ?Well, let me see if I can explain this to you. You are a sissy. I am your owner. I can, and will, do anything I want with you. Sometimes a tightly bound and gagged sissy is a nice thing to have around. Sometimes it might be for punishment. Today, though, I wanted to give you an idea of, if you will, the full gamut of fun and games a sissy and owner might have. You have sampled pain and confinement, love and kisses, and now you will have a sample of servitude. It?s really as simple as that. With that, I was turned around, and marched down the hall to the master bedroom. Once inside, I could see Daddy standing beside the bed, wearing a kimono. I was pushed down to me knees, and Daddy shrugged off the loose garment. I was now staring at a man?s cock. It was at least eight inches long, and very thick. Of course I knew what was expected of me, but I really wasn?t gay. Then I sort of dawned on me. So far, just today, I had worn a diaper and had something jammed up my ass. I had been confined in a chastity device and spanked. Then, dressed in some of the most heavenly little girly clothing I had ever seen, I received my very first blowjob. When I considered these facts, I realized that even though I might not be ?gay,? I was perfectly willing to partake in some, shall we say, less than manly activities. With that thought running through my mind, I heard Mommy tell me to kiss Daddy?s cock. Without hesitation, I leaned a bit forward, and began to kiss the length of his flaccid cock. As I did so, it began to swell, and I soon found myself kissing the head of a very thick, long, and hard cock. Without instruction, I put my pink painted lips around the head, and used my tongue to caress it. A very loud voice inside my head called out, ?Yeah, you?re gay, and you like it!? With guidance from Mommy, I licked and kissed his cock and balls, and then began to learn the ?manly? art of deepthroating a cock. Naturally, I couldn?t do it on my first try, but understood the concept. I was concentrating so hard on my technique and Mommy?s coaching that it came as almost a surprise when he tensed up, grabbed my head and held me tightly as he filled my mouth with his seed. My jaw was tired, my arms and shoulders ached, and I had just sucked a man?s cock, and swallowed his cum. Add to that equation, I was wearing a yellow satin sissy dress and all the trimmings, and most damning of all, I was doing this of my own free will. I now knew two things for certain: I was a sissy, and I was a cocksucker. Actually, I knew three things: I was a sissy, a cocksucker, and I loved it! My bedroom was really very large, as it had been an in-law suite. With all that room, they had moved two more pieces of furniture was moved into my ?princess suite.? (I couldn?t quite call it a man cave, could I?) I was taken to my room about 8:00 on that night, and was confronted with a huge baby?s changing table and an over sized baby crib, both in white and pink! I was bathed, diapered, and dressed in a very long, pink, satin, and rather tight nightgown that came down over my feet. A large pacifier was placed in my mouth and was tied rather tightly in place with a ribbon behind my head. Next was a pink satin baby bonnet that was tied under my chin. My final bit of ?sleepwear? was a pair of pink satin mittens that had no fingers or thumbs. I had to kind of scrunch my hands up to get them into the mittens, and then they were tied tightly around my wrists. These mittens were heavily padded, so my hands were basically useless. I was half lifted into my crib, and Mommy then pulled the material of my nightgown down below my feet, and tied it off, so my legs were in a sort of satin bag! Let?s see, my hands were useless, my legs were now confined, I was pretty much gagged, and now Mommy was raising the side of my new crib, and swinging a top into place. I was now in a small, pink cage with a padded bottom, blanket, and a little teddy bear. Or to paraphrase Dorothy in The Wizard of OZ, ?Satin, and diapers, and bears, Oh My!? Over the course of the next three weeks, when Mommy wasn?t at work in the bookstore, she took the time to ?train me.? I would spend increasing amounts of time with a plug up my backside, and after a few days, these started to get a bit bigger. I learned how to stand, sit, curtsey, walk, curtsey some more, walk a lot more, and well, you get it. By the end of the three weeks, I could walk fairly gracefully in 5? heels, curtsey like the cutest Victorian Maid, get in and out of car without flashing my knickers (unless I wanted to!), and to be ?girly.? This last category included things like putting my little finger into my mouth, dropping my head, and putting one foot behind the other, and sort of twisting it around on the ball of my foot in order to look shy. I learned how to dangle a heel while sitting, little flirty things to do with my lips and eyes, but even though a lot of the lessons were about how to be an adult lady, most concentrated on little girly and baby behaviors. I had to learn that anytime I was in a diaper, my vocabulary had to become very limited, and oddly pronounced. As a little girl, I was supposed to use a high lisping voice. Lots of little things like that. Yes, my little bottom was red and sore a lot of the time for my failures, my legs and feet ached from 12 hours or more a day in heels, and I always felt as though I needed to poop, due to the plug in my bottom. At the end of the second week, a lady came to the house, and washed, cut and styled my hair so that I had bangs, and there was no way to even think I had a boy?s haircut! During my training, that horrible steel cage was re-installed, and no matter what I did, it wouldn?t come off, and so it seemed like I was aroused all day and night, with no way to get any relief. I also was ?forced? to practice cock sucking on Daddy, but gee, was this part supposed to be punishment, or reward? The feeling of a cock, so smooth and warm, as it slid in and out of my lips was wonderful. Most of the time, I was on my knees in front of Daddy, and dressed in pastel satin and lace, so I felt truly submissive, and I loved that, too! And, for the first time in my life, I got to see a woman?s vagina up close! I learned how a woman is so much different than a man, and how to truly appreciate those differences! No, my little pee-pee, as I was taught to call it, never got near Mommy?s treasure, but I learned how to use my mouth and tongue to make her treasure very happy! Let?s see, spankings, enemas, plugs up my bottom, very high heels that kept my feet, legs, and back in pain, a corset so tight that I dare not do anything that would require deep breaths, and to top it all off, a steel chastity cage. What does all that add up to, up to... hmmm? Maybe some higher math might help. If I take servicing Daddy?s cock and Mommy?s treasure, and all the wonderful satin and lace I got to wear, diapers and plastic panties at night, and sleeping in a real crib and put all of that on the other side of the, I think the equation balances out nicely. However the math might work out, I now knew, with absolute certainty, that the two words that I would use to describe myself were ?Sissy? and ?Submissive.? And to tell the truth, for the most part, I loved it! Finally, one morning, I was roused from my crib, and told that today was Friday, and this would be a very special weekend for me. In a rather stern voice, Mommy told me, ?This weekend marks the end of your training, and the beginning of your service, both to me and Daddy. I want you to understand that that service might be to us physically, or to someone else that we designate. You are no longer your own person, you are now our little sissy toy, and we do like to play. This will be your Total Sissy Immersion weekend. I want you to think hard about this for a while, and then tell me that you?re either willing to go along with the program, or wish to terminate the agreement. So, I don?t want an answer now, I will ask you again in a little while, and I want a definite answer.? Wow, what a speech to wake up to! Mommy was once again dressed in her satin equivalent of a dominatrix, and the speech and dress let me know that this was serious! I was released from my crib, and was hustled off the kitchen, where I was placed into my high chair, and fed several jars of baby food. I still didn?t like the bland pasty food, but somehow knew better than to complain. After breakfast, it was back upstairs where my diaper and nightie were removed, and a bath was drawn. Using a razor, washcloth, and soap, Mommy quickly removed any wisps of hair that were found, and then I was told to bend over, and place my hands on the rim of the tub. Mommy produced a large red rubber bag with a hose, and with a bit of lube, shoved the nozzle up my bum, and then released the warm liquid. Very quickly, I found my stomach distending and cramping, but still the liquid poured into my backside. When it was finally empty, Mommy made me shuffle backwards to the toilet, and sort of squat over it while she pulled the nozzle out of me. As I sat down, a rush of foul smelling liquid rushed out of me, to my great relief. At least until I saw her putting more water into the bag, along with some other stuff from a small bottle. Once more I was bent over the tub, and got my belly filled. This time, though, there wasn?t nearly as much liquid in the bag, and when I finished my backwards shuffle, and the nozzle was yanked out, the liquid the flowed out had a flowery smell. I was then bathed, had my hair washed, dried, and thoroughly brushed. Then it was back to sissy boudoir to begin my dressing. ?Now, Chrissy, before we get you dressed for your permanent entry into sissydom, I have to know whether you wish to go ahead, or terminate the agreement. Whatever your decision is, we will both respect it, and will think no less of you.? Her voice softened, ?Chrissy, this weekend will be difficult for you, make no mistake about that. I just want to know your feelings. We don?t want to force you into any decisions; this has to be your choice. But remember, once you begin, you won?t be able to back out. This isn?t that sort of arrangement.? So, there I was, wearing just a little pink satin robe that barely covered my bottom and a pair of soft pink ballet slippers, about to make the decision of a lifetime. I thought about it, and was going back and forth in my head, especially about it being permanent, when it sort of struck me. I bought diapers, lingerie, high heels, and plastic panties by myself, for myself. I had willingly gone along with everything so far. In a sort of ?road to Damascus? moment, I had a flash of insight. I was a sissy, and a submissive one at that. This was who I was, and this was who I wanted to be! ?Mommy,? I said softly, ?I think I want to go ahead with my weekend. I like being your widdle girl, and will take whatever comes along, as long as you promise to keep loving me!? With that, Mommy grabbed me, lifted me up, and kissed me on the lips, and then with the biggest smile I had ever seen, told me that she loved me, and would always love me, and would help me get through the weekend. I was so relieved and happy! Too bad I had no idea what the weekend held in store for me! I looked at the Barbie clock on my nightstand, and saw that it was few minutes past three in the afternoon. Little did I know how long this weekend would be! Mommy then started dressing me. Sheer white stockings were rolled up my legs, and a saw that they had pink bows on the backs at the top. She then placed nylon socks over the stockings, and these had a huge cloud of pink tulle at the tops. Next, she slipped a pair of shoes on my feet. These looked like little girl Mary Janes in white, with a strap across the instep, but also had 4 inch heels, and a little ankle strap. When she had them on, she produced two little padlocks, and placed them through loops in the ankle straps. As one and then the other clicked closed, I knew that they were not coming off until Mommy wanted them to. I was appalled when she then produced my hated cock cage. No amount of whimpering stopped her from locking me away in that steel prison. Now I was told to stand, and step into a pair of panties. These were white satin with reams of pink lace around the leg openings and waist, and had big pink bows with long trailing pink ribbons on each leg, and a smaller pink satin bow on the front I could tell that they were lined with satin, too, as they were so smooth! I didn?t see what the decorations were on the back, but I was soon to find out. I was sat down, and my nails were filed, buffed, and after a base coat, painted a pale pink that had some sort of glitter in. Mommy then went to my closet, and after shifting hangars back and forth, called downstairs for Daddy to come up. Together they sorted outfits, and tossed a few garments onto the bed. I was told to stand, and then my hands were cuffed to the bedpost. A pink satin corset with white ribbon trim, and white tulle ruffles around the bottom was wrapped around my waist, and then Daddy proceeded to mess with the laces, and then to pull it very, very tight. A bit more messing about with the laces, and he pulled it even tighter still! I was having trouble breathing, let alone having enough wind to complain, and the painful corset was tied off in the back, and a satin panel was pulled over the lacings, and hooked into place in about 20 places! This monstrosity was NOT coming off anytime soon! I was released from the handcuffs and kept standing there, trying to breathe, while Mommy hooked the garter straps to one stocking, while Daddy did the same to the other. I took a moment to look in the mirror, and saw that the under bust corset had pushed what little fat I had up into two small breasts. I kept staring, as I didn?t think I had that much fat in my entire body! As I began to run my hands across my ?titties,? I noticed, as I had in passing for the last four or five days, that the nipples were really sensitive. When Daddy stood up, he saw what I was doing, and commented to Mommy, ?Dear, I think the light dose of Hormones is doing its job!? I could only stand there and repeat, ?Hormones. Hormones? HORMONES?! What have you done to me?? The last was almost a wail of despair as the reality sort of hit me between the eyes. ?Now, now, Chrissy,? Mommy said soothingly, as she wrapped her arms around me. You?ve only had tiny doses, and if you were to leave now, within a month, it would all be out of your system, and would never bother you again. If you still choose to stay with us, we would keep you on a tiny dose, just enough to give you tiny little breasts, actually not much bigger than they are now, and to make you feel more girly. Come, come, there really is nothing to get upset about.? I realized I was bawling like a baby, and Daddy brought over a box of tissue, and Mommy helped me blow my nose and wipe my eyes. When I was asked, one more time, if I wanted to back out, I just sort of hung my head for a bit, and quietly said, ?No Mommy, I want to stay.? With those words, the deal was well and truly sealed. A short, very stiff petticoat was placed around my waist, and when it was on, almost stuck straight out to the sides of me. I was told to close my eyes, and a soft blindfold was placed over them, cutting off my ability to see. ?We don?t want you to see how pretty you are until you?re all ready!? Was Mommy?s explanation. I was told to hold my arms over my head, and I knew that a dress was being lowered over my trembling body. I could feel the satin, and knew only that it rustled every time it was moved, and was very short. Well, I did know one other thing, I could tell it was zipped up in the back, and locked. I couldn?t possibly mistake that tiny ?snick? sound for anything else than a small padlock closing! I was moved backwards to a chair, and my arms and legs were secured to the chair with soft straps. Then, what felt like a barber?s sheet was pulled over me, and fastened behind my neck. My lips were then pricked several times with something, which stung, but didn?t hurt too bad. Finally, my blindfold was removed, but all I could see was a pink nylon or satin sheet that covered me from neck to below my knees. I also noted that I was faced away from any mirror. Mommy proceeded to work on my face for almost 40 minutes. First she painfully plucked hairs out of my eyebrows, and then was my face was rubbed, brushed and fussed with. My eyebrows had something done to them, and my eyelids apparently had some color added to them. Finally she grabbed a brush and began to work on my hair. She grabbed a bunch at either side, and again fussed for a bit, and then the other. The final touch seemed to be to work on my lips, and I was told to hold my mouth open when she was done for at least a minute. Finally, I was stood up, and turned around to face the mirror. The cape was whipped off, and I just stood there, staring at what I could only think was a little girl in a sissy parody of a wedding gown! The gown itself was everything a princess bride-to-be would love, except that the petticoat puffed out skirt ended about where my panties did! It was heavy, double layered satin, and covered with lace and seed pearls, and had short capped sleeves that ended in a huge bow with ribbons that dangled down my arm. I was wearing a tiny lace trimmed, white satin bow in my hair, which itself was done in two beribboned pig tails. My face was no longer my own, or at least no longer belonged to a boy. In its place was the face of a young girl with blush, pale blue eyeliner, long fluttering lashes, and cute little-girly hairstyle. My lips were somehow a lot fuller, and painted a sparkly pink. I could only stare at my reflection as Mommy told me what she had done. ?You, see, Pumpkin, your hair is perfect for a little girl, your make- up is not only waterproof, but will take at least ten days to completely come off, no matter how hard you scrub, and I?ve injected collagen into your lips to give them that full, softy, kissy-face look. Oh, and yes, your lipstick has the same dyes that the rest of your make-up has, and all you will have to worry about is a bit of lip gloss to make ?em shine real pretty for the boys.? I was only sort of half listening, but that last sentence penetrated my foggy brain, and an electric shock ran through me. ?Boys? What boys?? I managed to stutter out. As my only answer, I was lead out of the room, and down the stairs, with Daddy holding me so I wouldn?t stumble on the stairs in my heels. Once down the stairs, it was into the kitchen, and then down some more stairs to the basement. I had never been down here, and had no idea of what to expect. The basement was done up as a very nice recreation room, with three nice black leather sofas, four matching leather chairs, a bar at one end, and a couple curious contraptions at the other. I was soon to find out about one of those contraptions. I was led to what looked like a rather high, narrow, leather covered coffee table that has legs that flared out on one end, and went straight down on the other. It was an odd looking configuration. I was told to kneel at one end, and when I looked down, I saw that there was a padded leather shelf sort of thing for me to kneel on, about a foot off the floor. Once I had climbed up, and was kneeling, Daddy sort of pushed me down so my chest was flat on the padded top. It was then that I noticed that the top was sloped, and head of this thing was well below the back end. While he held me, Mommy took my left leg, and wrapped a strap around it, just below above my knee. She then grabbed my right leg, and pulled it over to the other leg of the device, forcing my legs wide apart. Here, she again strapped my leg tight to the device. Another strap was placed around each ankle, holding them down to the shelf. My arms were then strapped to the front legs of the device. So, I?m dressed like a sissy bride, and strapped down to a device that had my ass at least a foot higher than my head, and the only part of my body I can move is my head. This really is looking more and more like a very bad idea! As if to reinforce that thought, one more element is added. While Mommy holds my head up, Daddy slides another piece into a slot on top of the device. When my head is gently lowered, I find it is a sort of heavily padded, curved shelf to hold my head. I can no longer look down, only straight ahead, and most certainly can?t move my head more than a few millimeters either direction. Oh my! The lights were lowered, and Mommy and Daddy left the room, leaving me alone in the dimly lit rec room. As a parting gift, Mommy stopped, and then reached under her satin skirt, and pulled down her panties, which she then stuffed into my mouth. Okay, add gagged to bound and dressed like a sissy bride! I don?t know how long I waited, but my mouth was getting rather dry when I heard people talking and laughing. I started to panic, and like the silly sissy I am, I even tried to stand up! Not too much chance of that, little girl! When a group of people walked in, I could only stare. Well, duh! I was bound and my head was propped up and immobilized! In walked three couples, and of course, Mommy and Daddy. All of the women were wearing high heels and amazing lingerie. There was a redhead wearing a mint green sheer bra and panty set, matching satin garter belt and white stockings, atop sky-high white pumps. There was a cute blonde wearing a lacy white and pink lace corset, white stockings, white pumps, and satin gloves that went up over her elbows. The other blonde had long cascades of hair, and was wearing a royal blue bra and panty set, white hold-up stockings, and sheer royal blue peignoir over all. Finally, there was Mommy. She looked magnificent in a shimmering black corset with pink ribbon trim, matching panties, black stockings and shoes, and a lacy black choker that accentuated her slim and beautiful neck. Needless to say, I was straining at my bonds like a hunting dog who has smelt his prey, but can?t get off the leash. The men were all wearing nothing but a silk kimono that matched the color of his woman?s lingerie. For a short time, it was silent, as both the men and the women walked around me, touched me, ran a finger up my stockings, caressed my bum and the like. I was quivering with fear and desire, and thought I was going to cum just from the light touches I was receiving. Suddenly, those light touches changed. As I heard a rifle-shot crack, my ass exploded into pain, and I screamed into my panty gag. Again and again, blows rained down on my poor exposed bottom, each one igniting a lightning bolt of pain. As I looked around with my eyes to find Mommy, and maybe beg for this to all end, I saw a large screen television, and it was broadcasting a video of each of these sexy women, laying into my ass with plastic paddles! The camera would catch two or three blows up close, and then switch to a wide shot of my bound body jumping with each blow, and then to a picture of my face, my eyes wide and crying, and my face red as a beet. They finally stopped, after about a million blows...okay, a thousand? Okay, maybe no more than fifteen or sixteen. But my poor ass was on fire, as though it had been soaked in gas and had a match applied! I could feel someone pulling my panties down, and on the monitor, I could see it was the redhead, and the camera zoomed in the globes of my ass, and they looked as though they had been painted red! As she pulled the panties back up, I could see something else, all too clearly. The back of my frilly satin panties had a cute little design. Cute, I suppose, if you weren?t the one wearing them. Centered over my little brown rosebud was a large hole, trimmed in pink satin ruffles and pink and white lace. Oh shit, this is going to be a long evening! As I watched the monitor, Daddy came up behind me and stuck something cold, but rather narrow into my bottom. He then pushed, but instead of it burrowing deeper into me, I thought I could feel something ooze out into me. He pulled it out, turned around, and dropped it into what sounded like a metal trash can. I could just see him in the monitor, as the cameras were all pointed at me, when one swung around to him. He was removing his kimono, and I could see that he was naked under it, and that his big cock was hard as a rock! Slowly he moved between my legs, and began to caress and stroke my ass and back. I could feel the head of his cock pushing against my rosebud, and relaxed a bit, remembering my lessons with the various butt plugs. Without any warning, though, he went from gentle pressure, to ramming the full length of his cock into me. I felt a wave of pain wash through me, and I realized he was wider and longer than any of those rubbery ersatz cocks. I moaned in pain, and yes, in pleasure, into my panty gag as he sawed in and out of my ass. My cock tried to get hard, but the metal cage prevented any swelling. I could only move a few inches in any direction, but found myself trying to move back onto his cock, in a steady rhythm with his thrusts. I was in some sort of gray frenzy of pain and pleasure, submission and the desire to run. I wanted this sort of treatment; I needed it, but had no desire for it. In short, I was totally aroused, totally disgusted, and totally confused! Suddenly, I felt hands at my mouth, and my panty gag was pulled from my mouth. A sports bottle of water appeared, and I tried to drink as much as I could get, but it seemed to be just enough to wet my mouth, and throat. The cooling water was replaced with a thick, hard cock that a voice commanded me to begin licking. I kissed and licked the entire length, and then it was unceremoniously jammed into my mouth, filling my mouth and causing me to gag momentarily. I was aware of Daddy grabbing my hips and pushing hard into me as he came, and then I felt something amazing! As he plowed in and out, I could feel a tingling, a heat, building up in my cock, as though buried deeply. Suddenly I was overcome with an orgasm that instead of exploding in one long burst, was more like waves crashing on the beach, each one a little stronger, until I was moaning like a whore, and my cock was leaking cum into my diapers! It was an amazing feeling, but it left me somehow unsatisfied. As if to prove it to me, another cock replaced Daddy?s softening member, and as he fucked me, the feeling built again, only to subside once again. I was in Heaven and Hell at the same time! Then, for what seemed a long, long time, I was treated to cocks, dildos, vibrators and paddles for my ass, and thick cock for my poor mouth. Finally, the men seemed to tire of their pleasure, and I was slowly released from my bondage, only to be turned onto my back, and have my bonds tightened again. The little ledge thing that had held my head at just the right angle for a cock to slide into had been removed, and my head was now lying flat on the padded top. A wide strap was placed around neck, and fastened somewhere below the table. I wasn?t tight enough to constrict my neck, by it was wide enough, and tight enough that my head wasn?t going to move. I wondered what was coming next, although I should have wondered who was cumming next! The sexy redhead in the mint green lingerie began stroking my body, and then my face. She turned around, and sort of backed over me, and then pushed her panty covered sex against my mouth. The strong smell of arousal and female musk assaulted my nose, and I instinctively opened my mouth and began to lick those wet, slick panties. Very quickly, she rose up, slid the panties off, and lowered herself back down. I attacked her shaved pussy with a vengeance, and as her sweet, musky nectar filled my mouth, I could feel someone messing with my caged cock. When my tongue found her clit, her moan was loud enough to drown out a running jet engine! In short order, I ate her to three moaning, squirming, squealing orgasms, and when she finally stood up, it was on rather shaky legs. The blonde in pink and white didn?t wait, and almost as soon as the red head moved out of the way, her pussy, sans panties, was shoved onto my face. This one ground down on my face, and either didn?t know I couldn?t breathe, or didn?t care. It didn?t matter, as I knew what I had to do. Licking, nibbling, and kissing, taking tiny gulps of air when I could, I brought her to two fast orgasms. Now, she was vocal! Yelling things like, ?Eat my pussy you fucking faggot,? and, ?Oh God,? etc.. When she came, she pushed down on my face so hard that my nose was up her ass, and she screamed for all she was worth! Lastly, it was the other blonde in the sexy royal blue lingerie. She leisurely straddled my face and I began to do my thing. ?Wait, little sissy,? she purred, ?We have some other business to attend to first. Now, whatever you do, don?t spill a drop, or I will beat your already bruised ass all over again!? I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, until the first drops of piss entered my mouth. Oh my God! This crazy bitch wanted to use me as her toilet! It was disgusting, depraved, and my little cock damn near broke the chastity device! Yup, submission, and depravity seemed to fuel my fantasies! Now the stream of acrid salty piss was flowing fast, and I had to swallow quickly to keep from spilling. On and on she went, until I thought that she would pee a gallon into me! Finally, the stream slowed to a dribble, and then stopped. Using my tongue as instructed, I began to clean her shaved pussy, and then began to lick and kiss her to three spectacular orgasms. When she got off of me, I realized just how sore I was. My ass ached from the beatings, and I believed the last blonde when she told me it was bruised. (It really wasn?t, these folks knew what they were doing. Red? Yes! Very hot and sore? Oh Hell yes! But, not cut or bruised.) My back door was raw from the poundings it took, and my neck, jaw and tongue were aching and stiff from the unaccustomed workout. I now had all four of the women gathered around me, releasing me from my bonds. As I was raised onto shaky legs, a ninth person entered the room. When I saw her, I almost died! Cary was probably the cutest girl in the whole school, and one girl I would gladly have cut off an arm to date. But here I was, dressed like a sissy, disheveled, cum leaking out of my beaten ass, and a face smeared with pussy, cum, and pee. Not exactly the look I would choose in front of the girl I worshipped, albeit from afar! Cary, on the other hand, looked beautiful! She was wearing a short tartan skirt, sheer black stockings, black pumps, and a sleeveless, skin-tight black turtleneck top. Her legs were stunning, her skin was flawless, and her small breasts were perfectly suited to her willow- like 5?5? frame. Her shiny black hair was done in a bob which really showed off her elfin face. In short, she was everything a woman should be in my eyes, except that I had thought she was totally unobtainable then, and doubly so now. Without missing a beat, she took my appearance in stride, and walked straight up to me. What she said both surprised me, and gave me a thrill, ?Give Carey your widdle handy-pandy, and we?ll get widdle Cwissy all cleaned up and ready for beddy-byes.? With that, she took my hand in hers, and led me from the room on my still shaking legs. She led me back upstairs to my room, and after pulling on a pair of latex gloves, removed my dress, panties, etc., placing them all in a plastic hamper that I hadn?t noticed before. Now, naked except for my humiliating cock cage, I was led to the bathroom. There, I was told to bend over the tub, and was given yet another enema, although this one seemed to be just warm water, and not a lot of it. After emptying my bowels, I was led back to the tub that was filling with hot water. Carey emptied a small sachet of bath beads, stirred the water a bit, and helped me to get in. WOW! It really burned on my already tender ass! While I was getting used to the hot water, and starting to relax, Carey left the bathroom. In a few moments, though, she was back. She had changed, and boy, what a change! She had shed her top and skirt, and was now wearing nothing but her lingerie. Her black silky panties, balconette bra, and garter belt, all with a pale green and bright pink climbing rose motif, really set off her pale, perfect skin, and made her green eyes glow. What really sort of confused me was a long, totally clear plastic apron that went all the way up over her bra. However, when she knelt down beside the tub, picked up a washcloth, and began to bathe me, it made sense. But what didn?t make sense was the girl of my dreams was now washing me like a baby! She washed my face, chest, legs, and then began to try to wash my little man. ?Tsk, Tsk,? she muttered, ?This will never do. Stand up Sissy Chrissy Baby, let your babysitter remove that nasty thing so we can wash you.? I stood up, somehow even more embarrassed than ever, and with a few quick motions she unlocked and removed the hateful thing. As it came off, nature took over, and skinny little four inch man popped to attention. When Carey turned back around, and saw it, she started to giggle, ?Awe, your widdle clitty is just so cute!? I just looked at her and said, ?Huh?? ?Don?t you see, little sissy, you aren?t a man.? She began as she gently pushed me back into the tub, and continued washing me. ?No man would allow themselves to be dressed up like a simpering sissy, willingly be bound and gagged, and then service four men multiple times, and even allow one woman to piss in their mouth! You wear diapers and plastic panties, dress like a little girl, wear nightgowns, and suck a pacifier. You are most definitely NOT a man. And yet, you aren?t female. So, what are you? We could call you a transvestite, a tranny, a cross dresser, a transgender person, but that would only cover your penchant for wearing women?s clothing. We could call you gay, or a faggot for willingly sucking cock. We could call you submissive, and we could also call you an adult baby. But that would all be a mouthful! So, you are a sissy. A sissy is a little man who lives in the netherworld between being a man and woman. You don?t have a man?s cock, and you don?t have a woman?s vagina, so we call your little thingie a clitty. I mean, a cock is for pleasing a woman, and that pathetic thing will never accomplish the mission, so it?s not a cock, not a vagina, but a widdle sissy clitty!? As she spoke, she continued to wash me, and in the most intimate placed. No matter how horny I was, my little ?clitty? had withered up, and was not much more than a tiny head poking out of me. I was totally embarrassed and ashamed. Here I was, allowing myself to be treated this way, without anyone else to blame. Ok, sure, I was enticed into this situation, but the only bait was what I desired. Maybe I wasn?t really a man at all. Maybe I never was. Maybe my whole life had lead up to this realization that I was nothing more than an effeminate, swishy, sissy play thing, with no real value other than the sexual pleasure I could provide. I had just hit bottom, mentally and emotionally, and all I could do was sit in a warm bath and cry. Carey gently got me to my feet, and helped me step out of the tub. She dried me off, and then used a floral powder all over me. She took my hand, and led me, still naked, back to my room. Helping me up on the changing table, she slid a soft, silky pale lemon nightgown over my head. A white satin bonnet with the same yellow frills was tied on my head, and a pair of white satin mittens were strapped on over my hands. Laying me on my back, she slid a wide strap over my stomach, and buckled it, and took each hand, and secured it over my head. Next, she slid a thick cotton diaper under me, and then did a curious thing. She reached behind the table, and pulled out two odd looking pole thingies. She slid each one into a corner of the table, and folded a piece out on each, and...Oh crap! These were stirrups for a gyno exam table! She wrestled my feet into each stirrup, and tightened down the straps. I was deathly afraid of what was about to be done to me! Suddenly, I felt soft touches on my ?clitty,? and then Carey?s warm breath. Before I could react, she was kissing the tip of my clitty, and then licking the length, and finally taking it all into her sweet, warm mouth. The girl of my dreams was giving me a blowjob, and I was in heaven!! The fact that I was dressed as a baby girl was momentarily forgotten. Her hands wandered up my stomach, then my chest, and her fingers began lightly pinching and twisting my nipples. All too soon, her heavenly ministrations resulted in the inevitable, and I erupted into her mouth. Carey slithered around my legs, and trailing her fingers up my body, bent over to kiss me. As I opened my mouth, hers clamped onto mine, and suddenly I could feel all of my cum that she had held in her mouth, slide into my mouth, and down my throat. With that, she stood up, picked up a glass of water, and washed her mouth out, drank some more, and the proceeded to put her top and skirt back on. Once she had put herself together, she produced my cock cage, and proceeded to lock up my ?clitty,? much to my chagrin. She finished diapering me with two thick cotton diapers, took my feet from the stirrups, and pulled a pair of very noisy, pink plastic panties up my legs, and over my double thick diaper. I was then led to my crib, and told to crawl up and in. She raised the high side, and picked up a baby bottle off the table. Putting the bottle between my mittened, and damn near useless hands, she began stroking my cheek. ?Chrissy,? she began softly, ?I know you enjoyed that little blow job, but please don?t think I did that because I like you, or anything. That was nothing more than an extra fifty dollar bonus on top of my fee for babysitting a perverted sissy like you. You see, no normal woman would ever want to be around a pathetic, crossdressing, diaper-wearing, cock-sucking, mewling little piece of sissy crap like you. You see, I know, cuz I?m pretty normal. I want either a man who can satisfy me with his long, hard cock, and even longer fucking sessions, or I want a soft, sweet woman in my bed, who knows how to make love, who knows how to be gentle, and who knows how to make another woman feel so good. You are neither. You look like a little girl, still think you can be a real man, and allow yourself to be dominated, fucked, spanked, and, and, whatever!? With that, she folded the barred top over my crib, latched it, turned out the lights, and left the room. The last thing I noticed before the lights went out was the wall clock. It was only seven-thirty. It was going to be a long night with a very sore ass, and as I stopped to ponder, I knew it was going to be a long, long journey ahead of me. A journey I would hate, love, crave, and despise, all at the same time.