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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 07:41:47 AM »
Chapter 369.
The women stood up and looked at each other open-mouthed. All except for Connie, who sat smiling like a Cheshire cat. That Rose-Stim stuff wasn’t a scam after all. She’d definitely use it again. She stood up with the others, and they approached the little tableau playing out on the other side of the coffee-table. Tim’s climax was fading now, and he was down on all fours, panting like an exhausted puppy.
Connie winked. “I warned you, Kit… Fireworks.”
The others gathered round. Frieda led a little round of applause, much to Tim’s irritation as he slowly returned to reality.
“Super show, Tim,” she laughed. “When are you going to do Kit’s other boot? I definitely want to be here for round two!”
He was too embarrassed to stand up and face them. But he needed to move. A bead of sticky fluid had escaped from one leg of his shorts and way making its way down the inside of his thigh.
“C-could I, er, have a tissue, please, miss?”
Connie fetched a handful from a box on the sideboard, taking the opportunity to collect her phone and stop the video. Now she had photos and a video. But she wasn’t finished yet. The more material the better. She handed them to Tim. Despite the tightness of the leg bands, his shorts were leaking now from several places, and one sticky rivulet had reached the top of his sock. He was a mess. The ladies didn’t even bother to hide their amusement.
“Thank you, miss Connie…”
Good boy, she thought, always polite.
He struggled to his feet, cheeks glowing, wiping his legs with bunches of slimy tissue, and made his way awkwardly, thighs pressed tightly together, to the bathroom. The ladies collapsed in with laughter. Kit allowed herself a faint smile.
“Oh my god, did you see the state of him?” cried Bridget. “Must have been half a pint! Kit, darling, it’s all your fault – you know that, yeah?”
“I hope so…”
“He’s infatuated,” grinned Frieda. “Kit, you have a ready-made slave there. I’m sure he’d do anything you told him to. Absolutely anything.”
“Right,” added Bridget. “We didn’t really get to see the whole thing. Only the last act. Next time, make him put on a little show for us, would you?”
“Oh, you mean…” began Maxine. “Like, solo…?”
“Yes. Why not? All she’d have to do is pose for him. He can’t take his eyes off her.”
“Interesting idea,” mused Connie. “But today I think he needs to recharge. Let’s have tea, let him recover, then maybe we could get him to model some of the other outfits I have for him. I’ll go and help him, and get his clothes in the wash…”
Bridget made tea for everyone. She and Frieda had made cakes, and Connie too, so there was plenty to eat. Tim reappeared wrapped in a turquoise gown. He was naturally still a bit embarrassed at first, but once seated, with tea and cakes in his hands, and Kit next to him with a reassuring hand on his thigh, he chilled out and even smiled. Everyone was very discreet, secretly hoping that more displays may be forthcoming, and not wanting to scare him off.
They chatted away happily. Kit, now regarded as the source and instigator of their entertainment, was accepted into the club. After a while Connie made a suggestion.
“Tim, I’m sure you’ve had enough of being a pageboy for one day. Why don’t you try a couple of your other costumes?”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“Do you mean…girly stuff, miss?”
“Don’t say it like that! You’re supposed to be my maid – remember? I’m not even talking about that. You have a beautiful dress, and there’s other things that are virtually unisex. Kit, what do you think?”
“Tim, I love to see you in dress. I love boy who brave enough to wear dress. It is my fantasy…”
Tim immediately sat up and took notice. “Really, miss? Truly?”
Kit nodded, and gave him a look that said, “try me, if you have the nerve…”
“I’ll bring some things down,” said Connie, jumping up.
She was back a few minutes later, with an armful of clothes.
“This is a lovely dress…” she cooed. “It’s the pale pink version of the white floral one you modelled at Pitt’s Wood. That one was my favourite then, but I think I like this even better.”
“Oh, yes…I remember…”
“Come next door to the big living room. You can change and I’ll do your makeup. Let’s see if Kit can recognise you.”
Tim smiled. “Okay.” Dressing as a girl wasn’t so bad when you could look really pretty and wear amazing clothes. And if Kit was into it…
Connie used the subtlest makeup, and a little hair gel, to give him a really cool, slightly spikey, look. She took the opportunity to fill him in about Jenny.
“I heard your new girlfriend was devastated about not being able to talk to you for two weeks.”
Tim looked at her sharply, uncertain what was coming.
“She was?”
“Yes, of course. It must have been a shock. Just as you’d started dating, and no warning…”
She watched his reaction carefully. As she suspected, he didn’t seem quite so concerned as one might have suspected.
“So earlier I called her…”
He stared at her in surprise. “You called her…?”
“Yes. I didn’t tell her the whole truth, of course. I said we were fashion designers, and that we had employed you as a model and domestic help, and that usually our employees were not allowed to contact outsiders due to commercial secrecy.”
“You said that?”
“Well, it’s half true, and it explains everything. We’re called CFBM Couture – that’s Connie, Frieda, Bridget and Maxine. Remember that in case she asks. Think of a phrase. Say, “Come for brunch, miss”. But I said, given the exceptional circ-umstances…”
“Exceptional circ-umstances…?”
“You know, that you’d only just started a relationship, and suddenly you’re snatched away.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Given all that, you’d be allowed one fifteen minute phone call every evening. The first one’s tonight. You should call her. What time did she say? Nine. Yes, nine. But strictly fifteen minutes, okay? Happy now?”
“Oh, yeah…I guess…”
“You don’t seem very happy…”
“No, I am. Yeah, great. Thank you, miss…”
Connie compressed her lips, to hide a faint smile. So, the great romance may not be all it was made out to be. Pity. But he was still under an obligation to her, and the phone calls could only reinforce that…
She applied a hint of blusher.
“You know what you look like? You look like an exceptionally pretty girl whose adopted a tomboy style. I reckon most people would think you were female. Either way, you’re drop dead gorgeous. Wait till Kit sees you.”
“Do you reckon, miss?”
Now that was something he was interested in.
“There. All done. Now, just wait. Now I’m going to go back first. Give us a minute or two, then follow. Remember you’re a girl. Walk as if you were a maid, as you were trained to do.”
“Yes, miss. Of course.”
When he made his entrance, there was general wonderment.
“My god, Tim…” exclaimed Bridget. “You look totally different… I mean, stunning, actually…”
Kit was standing apart, by the French doors.
“What do you think, Kit?” asked Connie. “Tim - go over there in the light, so she can have a proper look at you.”
Tim made his way over, wobbling a little on his heels, and looking very self-conscious. Kit didn’t say anything. She didn’t smile. She just watched him as he approached. He stood before her, head lowered. She touched his arm.
“You are beautiful,” she murmured, “more than boy Tim even…”
Then she put her arms around him, and drew him to her…
The women stood up and looked at each other open-mouthed. All except for Connie, who sat smiling like a Cheshire cat. That Rose-Stim stuff wasn’t a scam after all. She’d definitely use it again. She stood up with the others, and they approached the little tableau playing out on the other side of the coffee-table. Tim’s climax was fading now, and he was down on all fours, panting like an exhausted puppy.
Connie winked. “I warned you, Kit… Fireworks.”
The others gathered round. Frieda led a little round of applause, much to Tim’s irritation as he slowly returned to reality.
“Super show, Tim,” she laughed. “When are you going to do Kit’s other boot? I definitely want to be here for round two!”
He was too embarrassed to stand up and face them. But he needed to move. A bead of sticky fluid had escaped from one leg of his shorts and way making its way down the inside of his thigh.
“C-could I, er, have a tissue, please, miss?”
Connie fetched a handful from a box on the sideboard, taking the opportunity to collect her phone and stop the video. Now she had photos and a video. But she wasn’t finished yet. The more material the better. She handed them to Tim. Despite the tightness of the leg bands, his shorts were leaking now from several places, and one sticky rivulet had reached the top of his sock. He was a mess. The ladies didn’t even bother to hide their amusement.
“Thank you, miss Connie…”
Good boy, she thought, always polite.
He struggled to his feet, cheeks glowing, wiping his legs with bunches of slimy tissue, and made his way awkwardly, thighs pressed tightly together, to the bathroom. The ladies collapsed in with laughter. Kit allowed herself a faint smile.
“Oh my god, did you see the state of him?” cried Bridget. “Must have been half a pint! Kit, darling, it’s all your fault – you know that, yeah?”
“I hope so…”
“He’s infatuated,” grinned Frieda. “Kit, you have a ready-made slave there. I’m sure he’d do anything you told him to. Absolutely anything.”
“Right,” added Bridget. “We didn’t really get to see the whole thing. Only the last act. Next time, make him put on a little show for us, would you?”
“Oh, you mean…” began Maxine. “Like, solo…?”
“Yes. Why not? All she’d have to do is pose for him. He can’t take his eyes off her.”
“Interesting idea,” mused Connie. “But today I think he needs to recharge. Let’s have tea, let him recover, then maybe we could get him to model some of the other outfits I have for him. I’ll go and help him, and get his clothes in the wash…”
Bridget made tea for everyone. She and Frieda had made cakes, and Connie too, so there was plenty to eat. Tim reappeared wrapped in a turquoise gown. He was naturally still a bit embarrassed at first, but once seated, with tea and cakes in his hands, and Kit next to him with a reassuring hand on his thigh, he chilled out and even smiled. Everyone was very discreet, secretly hoping that more displays may be forthcoming, and not wanting to scare him off.
They chatted away happily. Kit, now regarded as the source and instigator of their entertainment, was accepted into the club. After a while Connie made a suggestion.
“Tim, I’m sure you’ve had enough of being a pageboy for one day. Why don’t you try a couple of your other costumes?”
He looked at her suspiciously.
“Do you mean…girly stuff, miss?”
“Don’t say it like that! You’re supposed to be my maid – remember? I’m not even talking about that. You have a beautiful dress, and there’s other things that are virtually unisex. Kit, what do you think?”
“Tim, I love to see you in dress. I love boy who brave enough to wear dress. It is my fantasy…”
Tim immediately sat up and took notice. “Really, miss? Truly?”
Kit nodded, and gave him a look that said, “try me, if you have the nerve…”
“I’ll bring some things down,” said Connie, jumping up.
She was back a few minutes later, with an armful of clothes.
“This is a lovely dress…” she cooed. “It’s the pale pink version of the white floral one you modelled at Pitt’s Wood. That one was my favourite then, but I think I like this even better.”
“Oh, yes…I remember…”
“Come next door to the big living room. You can change and I’ll do your makeup. Let’s see if Kit can recognise you.”
Tim smiled. “Okay.” Dressing as a girl wasn’t so bad when you could look really pretty and wear amazing clothes. And if Kit was into it…
Connie used the subtlest makeup, and a little hair gel, to give him a really cool, slightly spikey, look. She took the opportunity to fill him in about Jenny.
“I heard your new girlfriend was devastated about not being able to talk to you for two weeks.”
Tim looked at her sharply, uncertain what was coming.
“She was?”
“Yes, of course. It must have been a shock. Just as you’d started dating, and no warning…”
She watched his reaction carefully. As she suspected, he didn’t seem quite so concerned as one might have suspected.
“So earlier I called her…”
He stared at her in surprise. “You called her…?”
“Yes. I didn’t tell her the whole truth, of course. I said we were fashion designers, and that we had employed you as a model and domestic help, and that usually our employees were not allowed to contact outsiders due to commercial secrecy.”
“You said that?”
“Well, it’s half true, and it explains everything. We’re called CFBM Couture – that’s Connie, Frieda, Bridget and Maxine. Remember that in case she asks. Think of a phrase. Say, “Come for brunch, miss”. But I said, given the exceptional circ-umstances…”
“Exceptional circ-umstances…?”
“You know, that you’d only just started a relationship, and suddenly you’re snatched away.”
“Oh, yeah…”
“Given all that, you’d be allowed one fifteen minute phone call every evening. The first one’s tonight. You should call her. What time did she say? Nine. Yes, nine. But strictly fifteen minutes, okay? Happy now?”
“Oh, yeah…I guess…”
“You don’t seem very happy…”
“No, I am. Yeah, great. Thank you, miss…”
Connie compressed her lips, to hide a faint smile. So, the great romance may not be all it was made out to be. Pity. But he was still under an obligation to her, and the phone calls could only reinforce that…
She applied a hint of blusher.
“You know what you look like? You look like an exceptionally pretty girl whose adopted a tomboy style. I reckon most people would think you were female. Either way, you’re drop dead gorgeous. Wait till Kit sees you.”
“Do you reckon, miss?”
Now that was something he was interested in.
“There. All done. Now, just wait. Now I’m going to go back first. Give us a minute or two, then follow. Remember you’re a girl. Walk as if you were a maid, as you were trained to do.”
“Yes, miss. Of course.”
When he made his entrance, there was general wonderment.
“My god, Tim…” exclaimed Bridget. “You look totally different… I mean, stunning, actually…”
Kit was standing apart, by the French doors.
“What do you think, Kit?” asked Connie. “Tim - go over there in the light, so she can have a proper look at you.”
Tim made his way over, wobbling a little on his heels, and looking very self-conscious. Kit didn’t say anything. She didn’t smile. She just watched him as he approached. He stood before her, head lowered. She touched his arm.
“You are beautiful,” she murmured, “more than boy Tim even…”
Then she put her arms around him, and drew him to her…
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 07:32:57 AM »
Chapter 368.
She sipped her wine unconcernedly, exchanging the odd remark with the ladies, but she was watching him carefully out of the corner of her eye. Despite his discomfort, for the first ten minutes or so he worked diligently and professionally. It was obvious he was highly experienced. She thought that as well as being a most desirable pet, he could be very useful in helping to maintain her wardrobe. She could see why Connie was interested in some more permanent arrangement. But so was she. She was considering various strategies, when she noticed for the first time that the front of his shorts was stretched like a tent over a tentpole. She showed no reaction, but felt a little thrill of delight that even merely servicing her boots – aided by the Rose-Stim, of course - could have such a gratifyingly arousing effect. She noticed also that when he turned to one side to load more cream onto the cloth, the head of his boyhood, clearly outlined under the thin latex membrane, would slide to the other side, making him flinch, then back again as he resumed polishing. Occasionally he was forced to stop, and bite his lip. These occurrences became more frequent, slowing the progress of his work. He gulped, and squirmed uncomfortably. After a while, she realised he must be closer to the edge than she had thought possible. She wondered if… It would be so cool if he actually… Right there at her feet…
She leant forward and patted his cheek with her hand, letting it linger so he could inhale the scent of her latex glove.
“Good boy… You do such good job…”
Even in the boot parlour, in all those sessions, he’d never got in such a state. Under the influence of the stimulant, with which the oozing head of his coc-k was now coated, his erection felt as if it was vibrating… He was on the very edge, but still fighting to regain control. He paused, hoping to gather his resources..
“Don’t stop Tim. There is other boot too…” teased Kit.
She drained her glass and leant down to put in on the floor, taking the opportunity to give his thigh an affectionate squeeze. The shock of feeling her gloved hand on his bare flesh was too much. He gasped, moaned…and capitulated.
“Oh…ah… No… Oh, gosh!”
Even the first throes of orgasm he didn’t forget his elocution training, and managed to substitute the expletive with the first word that came to mind. Kit laughed. “Gosh!” That must be the cutest reaction to a massive climax ever recorded! But with that first explosion of pleasure, every ounce of energy he had left drained from his body. He slipped forward till his head was resting on Kit’s leg, his hand still clutching the toe of her boot, his body jolted with spasm after spasm.
Oh, but the relief! The overwhelming, intense pleasure as warm c-um flooded his tight rubber pants. In between spurts he tried to apologise.
“M-miss, I…oh…I’m s-sorry…oh…I’m really…oh my god….”
Maxine had risen from her seat, seeking a better view. “W-what’s he doing? He’s not…?”
“What’s happening?” queried Bridget, excitedly. “Kit? Is he really…?”
Kit didn’t take her eyes off him for a moment. “I think big pop…” was all she said.
She sipped her wine unconcernedly, exchanging the odd remark with the ladies, but she was watching him carefully out of the corner of her eye. Despite his discomfort, for the first ten minutes or so he worked diligently and professionally. It was obvious he was highly experienced. She thought that as well as being a most desirable pet, he could be very useful in helping to maintain her wardrobe. She could see why Connie was interested in some more permanent arrangement. But so was she. She was considering various strategies, when she noticed for the first time that the front of his shorts was stretched like a tent over a tentpole. She showed no reaction, but felt a little thrill of delight that even merely servicing her boots – aided by the Rose-Stim, of course - could have such a gratifyingly arousing effect. She noticed also that when he turned to one side to load more cream onto the cloth, the head of his boyhood, clearly outlined under the thin latex membrane, would slide to the other side, making him flinch, then back again as he resumed polishing. Occasionally he was forced to stop, and bite his lip. These occurrences became more frequent, slowing the progress of his work. He gulped, and squirmed uncomfortably. After a while, she realised he must be closer to the edge than she had thought possible. She wondered if… It would be so cool if he actually… Right there at her feet…
She leant forward and patted his cheek with her hand, letting it linger so he could inhale the scent of her latex glove.
“Good boy… You do such good job…”
Even in the boot parlour, in all those sessions, he’d never got in such a state. Under the influence of the stimulant, with which the oozing head of his coc-k was now coated, his erection felt as if it was vibrating… He was on the very edge, but still fighting to regain control. He paused, hoping to gather his resources..
“Don’t stop Tim. There is other boot too…” teased Kit.
She drained her glass and leant down to put in on the floor, taking the opportunity to give his thigh an affectionate squeeze. The shock of feeling her gloved hand on his bare flesh was too much. He gasped, moaned…and capitulated.
“Oh…ah… No… Oh, gosh!”
Even the first throes of orgasm he didn’t forget his elocution training, and managed to substitute the expletive with the first word that came to mind. Kit laughed. “Gosh!” That must be the cutest reaction to a massive climax ever recorded! But with that first explosion of pleasure, every ounce of energy he had left drained from his body. He slipped forward till his head was resting on Kit’s leg, his hand still clutching the toe of her boot, his body jolted with spasm after spasm.
Oh, but the relief! The overwhelming, intense pleasure as warm c-um flooded his tight rubber pants. In between spurts he tried to apologise.
“M-miss, I…oh…I’m s-sorry…oh…I’m really…oh my god….”
Maxine had risen from her seat, seeking a better view. “W-what’s he doing? He’s not…?”
“What’s happening?” queried Bridget, excitedly. “Kit? Is he really…?”
Kit didn’t take her eyes off him for a moment. “I think big pop…” was all she said.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 07:08:06 AM »
Chapter 367.
A moment later he came scurrying back, clutching a couple of glass pots and some cloths. He headed straight for the sofa, selected a cloth and one of the pots, turned and addressed Kit. He was clearly excited, and blushing more than ever.
“Miss? I’ve got the polish. I’m ready any time you are!”
Kit smiled. She’d taken advantage of his absence to refill her glass, and now made her way over and sat down. He dropped to his knees in front of her, heart pounding and hands trembling. He put the pot down beside him, and picked up a small blob of leather soap on the cloth.
“Miss, I’ll do two applications. First I’ll use a little saddle soap to clean off any surface dirt, then I’ll use the leather cream. Then after a minute or two I’ll polish an finish them.”
He began work. The ladies craned their heads to watch, but they were too far away.
“Why don’t you come into the extension area,” suggested Connie. “The we can sit by the window and watch.”
“Yes, please do,” added Bridget. “I’ve never seen a real boot boy at work.”
“Shall we?”
Kit rose and headed for the extension. Tim followed, holding his equipment in front of him, hiding the growing bulge in his shorts. Kit’s lingering kiss had fractured his self-control, the Rose-Stim was taking effect, and the anticipation of getting his hands on Kit’s beautiful clumpy boots did the rest. Kit sat down, and he quickly fell to his knees again, concealing his erection, hoping no-one had noticed. Connie unostentatiously propped her phone on a sideboard, then joined the ladies, who seated themselves by the window, chatting excitedly like kids in the cinema before the film starts. Kit relaxed and sipped her wine. He resumed work, starting at the toes. Having superficially cleaned one boot, he opened the pot of cream. It was white and slimy. He tried to focus on his task. For a while he was doing okay. But after a few minutes, whether it was his proximity to Kit herself, or the pungent scent of her latex suit, or the sensation of smearing cream onto her legs, his arousal began to grow, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep it under control. From where they were sitting, the ladies were unaware of his excitement. Indeed, Connie was thinking that the Rose-Stim must be a just a scam. Kit however, despite showing no outward signs, could tell from his burning cheeks and trembling hands that he was far from relaxed.
A moment later he came scurrying back, clutching a couple of glass pots and some cloths. He headed straight for the sofa, selected a cloth and one of the pots, turned and addressed Kit. He was clearly excited, and blushing more than ever.
“Miss? I’ve got the polish. I’m ready any time you are!”
Kit smiled. She’d taken advantage of his absence to refill her glass, and now made her way over and sat down. He dropped to his knees in front of her, heart pounding and hands trembling. He put the pot down beside him, and picked up a small blob of leather soap on the cloth.
“Miss, I’ll do two applications. First I’ll use a little saddle soap to clean off any surface dirt, then I’ll use the leather cream. Then after a minute or two I’ll polish an finish them.”
He began work. The ladies craned their heads to watch, but they were too far away.
“Why don’t you come into the extension area,” suggested Connie. “The we can sit by the window and watch.”
“Yes, please do,” added Bridget. “I’ve never seen a real boot boy at work.”
“Shall we?”
Kit rose and headed for the extension. Tim followed, holding his equipment in front of him, hiding the growing bulge in his shorts. Kit’s lingering kiss had fractured his self-control, the Rose-Stim was taking effect, and the anticipation of getting his hands on Kit’s beautiful clumpy boots did the rest. Kit sat down, and he quickly fell to his knees again, concealing his erection, hoping no-one had noticed. Connie unostentatiously propped her phone on a sideboard, then joined the ladies, who seated themselves by the window, chatting excitedly like kids in the cinema before the film starts. Kit relaxed and sipped her wine. He resumed work, starting at the toes. Having superficially cleaned one boot, he opened the pot of cream. It was white and slimy. He tried to focus on his task. For a while he was doing okay. But after a few minutes, whether it was his proximity to Kit herself, or the pungent scent of her latex suit, or the sensation of smearing cream onto her legs, his arousal began to grow, and he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep it under control. From where they were sitting, the ladies were unaware of his excitement. Indeed, Connie was thinking that the Rose-Stim must be a just a scam. Kit however, despite showing no outward signs, could tell from his burning cheeks and trembling hands that he was far from relaxed.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: His Aunt Nicole
« Last post by Simonssister on Today at 06:59:14 AM »
Chapter 366.
Connie adopted a relaxed smile and walked casually into the living room. Her friends were sitting together around a coffee-table, talking amongst themselves. Tim and Kit were standing apart from them, but close to each other, by the French door. A single glance showed her everything she needed to know. In her outfit Kit looked like a snake – a glossy black snake – eyes locked onto Tim’s, whilst he returned a stare of adoration, like a puppy with its mistress.
For now it was necessary that she break the spell.
“Kit!” Kit turned her head sharply. “I wanted to ask your advice about something. Shall we go into the kitchen?”
Kit momentarily inclined her head, and without a word to Tim, turned and walked away, leaving him looking bereft. Connie led her into the kitchen and closed the door.
“Kit. First of all, I want to say how glad I am you came to visit. Tim obviously adores you. Now, I’ll be frank.”
Kit’s expression betrayed nothing, but Connie wondered if she was expecting cautionary advice. If she were, however, she was not about to get any. Quite the opposite.
“As far as I’m concerned, anything or anyone that can tighten the bonds which I’m trying to weave around him is welcome here.”
Kit looked slightly puzzled. “You weaving bonds…?”
“Ah. I should explain fully. I don’t know how much Robyn told you…”
“She say you have new maid – “cute sissy boy maid” – and I should come see him. Tim is delighted – no, delightful boy. I never expect such a thing here in English countryside, where people are so… conservative? I’m excited as soon as I see him…”
“Well, I and my friends also love young men like Tim, who recognise the innate superiority of women, and only wish to serve them. Fortunately we have a training agency for boys like Tim right on our doorstep. It’s called ESDS – Egerton’s Special Domestic Services. Cassandra Egerton is one of my closest friends. We, and others like us, represent the ultimate goal and practical manifestation of their training – though we regard our role not only as clients, but also as associates whose vision it is to continue and to help perfect that training.”
As Connie spoke, the expression on Kit’s face had slowly morphed from uncertainty to enlightenment. “Now I see all! You are doing very good job, Mrs Brookshaw. I would love help you…”
“I would love you to help. I think you can wind that boy around your little finger.”
“Where did he come from?”
“Ah. That’s another story. He was working as a boot boy at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre.”
Kit looked puzzled. “Boot boy...?”
His job was to clean all the girls’ boots. He and his friend Bobby have a special place there, all equipped so that a girl or a woman can come in and sit comfortably while the boys kneel and clean and polish their boots. They were made to wear cute little latex outfits, most recently like pageboys. The customers loved them. Serena – that’s Cassandra’s daughter – went there in thigh boots and a latex catsuit! She got quite a response. They even have their own apartment. They were always busy - they had more customers than they could handle really - but from what I hear they enjoyed every minute.”
Kit smiled. “So Tim could…clean my boots if I asked him…”
“Haven’t you seen him staring at them? I doubt he’s ever serviced boots like that before. Especially on a girl sheathed entirely in shiny black latex. If he does, expect fireworks, darling…”
“Fireworks?”
Connie grinned. “You know, little bangs and whizzes and pops. Maybe a big pop.”
“Big pop? Would he do big pop?”
“If you’re lucky…” She held up the little bottle of Rose-Stim. “Do you know what this is? I sprayed his shorts earlier…”
Kit’s face lit up. She knew very well. “You very naughty lady, miss Connie…”
“Not as naughty as you, miss Kit. In any case, I gather he’s been in training all the week, so he’s probably in need of a little relief by now. I’ll leave it to you. There’s plenty of cloths and leather cream.”
“My boots do need polish…”
“Go for it, then. But I’m really curious about you, Kit. Can you tell me something about yourself?”
“Ah, yes. Of course. I rather rude, not introduce myself properly. Well, where to start? I born and brought up in Czech Republic, yes? No father, mother leave when I little, grandmother look after me. We live in village. No future there. Then I go into local beauty competition…and win! Miss Katerinice 2021. Man from UK there in audience, very smart, suit and tie, look wealthy, he offer me job in London, modelling. Very exciting. Grandmother tell me, “go, go silly girl…make fortune in UK”. He fly me to London, we go to very busy place in city, to studio high up in tall building, all glass and steel… He work for big company… Onassis…? Onanni? Something. Lots of girls. I specialise in leather, latex. Just pose, videos… Nothing bad. A few times have to hit men with whip, put on lead… Things like that. I enjoy. Good pay. Stay there eighteen months. Then trouble with other girls. I get more pay than them, they jealous. Then I move to new agency. Private work… I meet girl there – Marguerite. French. We like each other very much. They want us have sex with men, we say no, they try to bully us, so we leave one night, take train, end up here. We not know what to do. Then meet another girl in bar. Jo. She want to leave home, but no money. But we have saved, we have money. So we team up. She know her way around. We find apartment, now all live together. Very nice, very comfortable. We get jobs to pay rent, bills. Me, I work four days as receptionist in law firm. Also study. I will take law exam in year or two, hope to become lawyer.”
“Wow. Quite a story. How old are you now?”
“Nineteen. Twenty next June. Can I ask…how old Tim?”
“He was eighteen on the first. He doesn’t know we know. For various reasons he wants to keep it a secret as long as possible. But he couldn’t lie to Miss Poole – she’s the principal of Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre - though he swore her to secrecy. But Miss Poole’s on the board of ESDS, and her first duty is to the directors. They’ll ask him to sign a new contract now he’s of age, which he doesn’t want to do. As soon as I saw him I wanted him for myself, my permanent maid. Maybe I’ll be able to come to some arrangement, whether he stays at ESDS or not. But it would be helpful to have something on him, if you know what I mean.”
“On him…?”
“You know… Something he wouldn’t like others – his new girlfriend for instance - to find out about… Would you be prepared to help, maybe…?”
“Ah, yes. I understand. Yes, miss Connie, I love to help you! Tim is so cute…so sweet and innocent. I never feel attracted to boys usually. Can’t wait to see him as real girl, sissy maid. But he sexy just in little hotpants outfit. Robyn show me photos of wedding… So cute… Would be pleasure…”
“So this amazing gear…” She touched Kit’s arm. “Is this from your previous job?”
“I have some things… But this one I have made to measure by specialist. And now I hear from Robyn about this place… Fantastex? Just nearby? I will go there to see next week.”
“Ah, yes… ESDS uses it all the time. They can make anything. And very good workmanship. It’ll be perfect for you.”
“I excited to visit store. But Tim… What shall I do…?”
“Really, Kit, if you like him, just do whatever you like. That will serve my purpose too. I don’t know what your plans are, how busy you are. I don’t want to impose upon you in any way. But…”
“Miss Connie… May I stay through to Monday? I back to work Tuesday.”
“If you want to, I’d be only too delighted… I like you very much, Kit. You’re an exceptional girl. You can stay here as long as or whenever you like. We always have spare rooms.”
“Thank you, miss Connie. I like you too. And I like Tim very much. I ring my friends and explain I will return Monday night. Tell them all about pretty boy I have discovered in super sexy latex hotpants. Marguerite will be jealous! And I will keep Tim on string for you. No, on chain. Invisible chain. For me it will be pleasure…”
Just how much of a pleasure it was for Kit soon became evident after they returned to the living room. As Connie sat with her friends quietly explaining tactics, Kit consolidated her relationship with Tim over by the French doors, in the most irresistible way possible. Tim made little attempt to resist her kiss. Connie raised an eyebrow, Had he already forgotten about Jenny? But given his nature, and Kit’s extraordinary sexual power, it would have been almost impossible for him to resist.
Kit whispered something in his ear, and pointed to a sofa next to the fireplace. Tim’s eyes lit up.. He hurried over to Connie. His cheeks were burning and his lips looked swollen. It must have been his first proper snog.
“Miss…? Where do you keep the leather cream, please?”
“In the kitchen, Tim. In the utility cupboard under the sink.”
“Miss Kit wants me to polish her boots. Can I…?”
“Of course. You must do whatever Miss Kit asks.”
“Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.” And he hurried off towards the kitchen.
Connie adopted a relaxed smile and walked casually into the living room. Her friends were sitting together around a coffee-table, talking amongst themselves. Tim and Kit were standing apart from them, but close to each other, by the French door. A single glance showed her everything she needed to know. In her outfit Kit looked like a snake – a glossy black snake – eyes locked onto Tim’s, whilst he returned a stare of adoration, like a puppy with its mistress.
For now it was necessary that she break the spell.
“Kit!” Kit turned her head sharply. “I wanted to ask your advice about something. Shall we go into the kitchen?”
Kit momentarily inclined her head, and without a word to Tim, turned and walked away, leaving him looking bereft. Connie led her into the kitchen and closed the door.
“Kit. First of all, I want to say how glad I am you came to visit. Tim obviously adores you. Now, I’ll be frank.”
Kit’s expression betrayed nothing, but Connie wondered if she was expecting cautionary advice. If she were, however, she was not about to get any. Quite the opposite.
“As far as I’m concerned, anything or anyone that can tighten the bonds which I’m trying to weave around him is welcome here.”
Kit looked slightly puzzled. “You weaving bonds…?”
“Ah. I should explain fully. I don’t know how much Robyn told you…”
“She say you have new maid – “cute sissy boy maid” – and I should come see him. Tim is delighted – no, delightful boy. I never expect such a thing here in English countryside, where people are so… conservative? I’m excited as soon as I see him…”
“Well, I and my friends also love young men like Tim, who recognise the innate superiority of women, and only wish to serve them. Fortunately we have a training agency for boys like Tim right on our doorstep. It’s called ESDS – Egerton’s Special Domestic Services. Cassandra Egerton is one of my closest friends. We, and others like us, represent the ultimate goal and practical manifestation of their training – though we regard our role not only as clients, but also as associates whose vision it is to continue and to help perfect that training.”
As Connie spoke, the expression on Kit’s face had slowly morphed from uncertainty to enlightenment. “Now I see all! You are doing very good job, Mrs Brookshaw. I would love help you…”
“I would love you to help. I think you can wind that boy around your little finger.”
“Where did he come from?”
“Ah. That’s another story. He was working as a boot boy at Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre.”
Kit looked puzzled. “Boot boy...?”
His job was to clean all the girls’ boots. He and his friend Bobby have a special place there, all equipped so that a girl or a woman can come in and sit comfortably while the boys kneel and clean and polish their boots. They were made to wear cute little latex outfits, most recently like pageboys. The customers loved them. Serena – that’s Cassandra’s daughter – went there in thigh boots and a latex catsuit! She got quite a response. They even have their own apartment. They were always busy - they had more customers than they could handle really - but from what I hear they enjoyed every minute.”
Kit smiled. “So Tim could…clean my boots if I asked him…”
“Haven’t you seen him staring at them? I doubt he’s ever serviced boots like that before. Especially on a girl sheathed entirely in shiny black latex. If he does, expect fireworks, darling…”
“Fireworks?”
Connie grinned. “You know, little bangs and whizzes and pops. Maybe a big pop.”
“Big pop? Would he do big pop?”
“If you’re lucky…” She held up the little bottle of Rose-Stim. “Do you know what this is? I sprayed his shorts earlier…”
Kit’s face lit up. She knew very well. “You very naughty lady, miss Connie…”
“Not as naughty as you, miss Kit. In any case, I gather he’s been in training all the week, so he’s probably in need of a little relief by now. I’ll leave it to you. There’s plenty of cloths and leather cream.”
“My boots do need polish…”
“Go for it, then. But I’m really curious about you, Kit. Can you tell me something about yourself?”
“Ah, yes. Of course. I rather rude, not introduce myself properly. Well, where to start? I born and brought up in Czech Republic, yes? No father, mother leave when I little, grandmother look after me. We live in village. No future there. Then I go into local beauty competition…and win! Miss Katerinice 2021. Man from UK there in audience, very smart, suit and tie, look wealthy, he offer me job in London, modelling. Very exciting. Grandmother tell me, “go, go silly girl…make fortune in UK”. He fly me to London, we go to very busy place in city, to studio high up in tall building, all glass and steel… He work for big company… Onassis…? Onanni? Something. Lots of girls. I specialise in leather, latex. Just pose, videos… Nothing bad. A few times have to hit men with whip, put on lead… Things like that. I enjoy. Good pay. Stay there eighteen months. Then trouble with other girls. I get more pay than them, they jealous. Then I move to new agency. Private work… I meet girl there – Marguerite. French. We like each other very much. They want us have sex with men, we say no, they try to bully us, so we leave one night, take train, end up here. We not know what to do. Then meet another girl in bar. Jo. She want to leave home, but no money. But we have saved, we have money. So we team up. She know her way around. We find apartment, now all live together. Very nice, very comfortable. We get jobs to pay rent, bills. Me, I work four days as receptionist in law firm. Also study. I will take law exam in year or two, hope to become lawyer.”
“Wow. Quite a story. How old are you now?”
“Nineteen. Twenty next June. Can I ask…how old Tim?”
“He was eighteen on the first. He doesn’t know we know. For various reasons he wants to keep it a secret as long as possible. But he couldn’t lie to Miss Poole – she’s the principal of Pitt’s Wood Equestrian Centre - though he swore her to secrecy. But Miss Poole’s on the board of ESDS, and her first duty is to the directors. They’ll ask him to sign a new contract now he’s of age, which he doesn’t want to do. As soon as I saw him I wanted him for myself, my permanent maid. Maybe I’ll be able to come to some arrangement, whether he stays at ESDS or not. But it would be helpful to have something on him, if you know what I mean.”
“On him…?”
“You know… Something he wouldn’t like others – his new girlfriend for instance - to find out about… Would you be prepared to help, maybe…?”
“Ah, yes. I understand. Yes, miss Connie, I love to help you! Tim is so cute…so sweet and innocent. I never feel attracted to boys usually. Can’t wait to see him as real girl, sissy maid. But he sexy just in little hotpants outfit. Robyn show me photos of wedding… So cute… Would be pleasure…”
“So this amazing gear…” She touched Kit’s arm. “Is this from your previous job?”
“I have some things… But this one I have made to measure by specialist. And now I hear from Robyn about this place… Fantastex? Just nearby? I will go there to see next week.”
“Ah, yes… ESDS uses it all the time. They can make anything. And very good workmanship. It’ll be perfect for you.”
“I excited to visit store. But Tim… What shall I do…?”
“Really, Kit, if you like him, just do whatever you like. That will serve my purpose too. I don’t know what your plans are, how busy you are. I don’t want to impose upon you in any way. But…”
“Miss Connie… May I stay through to Monday? I back to work Tuesday.”
“If you want to, I’d be only too delighted… I like you very much, Kit. You’re an exceptional girl. You can stay here as long as or whenever you like. We always have spare rooms.”
“Thank you, miss Connie. I like you too. And I like Tim very much. I ring my friends and explain I will return Monday night. Tell them all about pretty boy I have discovered in super sexy latex hotpants. Marguerite will be jealous! And I will keep Tim on string for you. No, on chain. Invisible chain. For me it will be pleasure…”
Just how much of a pleasure it was for Kit soon became evident after they returned to the living room. As Connie sat with her friends quietly explaining tactics, Kit consolidated her relationship with Tim over by the French doors, in the most irresistible way possible. Tim made little attempt to resist her kiss. Connie raised an eyebrow, Had he already forgotten about Jenny? But given his nature, and Kit’s extraordinary sexual power, it would have been almost impossible for him to resist.
Kit whispered something in his ear, and pointed to a sofa next to the fireplace. Tim’s eyes lit up.. He hurried over to Connie. His cheeks were burning and his lips looked swollen. It must have been his first proper snog.
“Miss…? Where do you keep the leather cream, please?”
“In the kitchen, Tim. In the utility cupboard under the sink.”
“Miss Kit wants me to polish her boots. Can I…?”
“Of course. You must do whatever Miss Kit asks.”
“Yes, miss. Thank you, miss.” And he hurried off towards the kitchen.
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« Last post by antonia on Yesterday at 03:07:37 PM »
Chapter 11
Suzanne was woken by the sounds of Olivia getting ready for work, a look at her watch told her it was six o’clock and she decided to score a few points with her employer by making her a cup of coffee. She checked her progress as she went to get out of bed, her pyjama bottoms felt positively damp, not wet but definitely as if she had suffered a few leaky dribbles. Suzanne was shocked, she never had accidents, never had any problems. She pealed back the sheets and was pleased to note that her bedding was perfectly clean and dry. However, she spotted a ridge that ran across her bed that was just discernible under her sheet. She looked under the sheet - nothing. She looked under the quilted mattress cover and there it was - an old fashioned rubber sheet. Her bed was already protected against infantile bed wetting.
She remade her bed somewhat shocked and put on a bathrobe, before making her way downstairs to make coffee.
She took a freshly made Nespresso coffee up to Olivia.
“Good morning” she said “can you manage a coffee”?
“Morning Suzanne, did you have a good sleep? Do you need a change?” She asked. Suzanne looked a bit shocked, how could she know about her near miss? Olivia laughed. “No not that, do you need a change from a duvet to sheets and blankets”?
“No all good” replied Suzanne with relief.
Olivia left for work and Suzanne started her chores by emptying the dish washer and tidying the kitchen. She collected up the nappies that seemed to be piled in the kitchen, dining room and lounge. How many nappies did Andy need? She counted 17, then there were the 20 from the big wash yesterday that she was tumbling in the drier to fluff them up. There were plastic baby pants on every radiator, most were clean and in good order but a couple were badly stained. She knew it was pointless trying to lift out those indelible marks.
She heard babbling from the nursery, her charge was waking up. She completed folding up the nappies, carefully to make sure all the labels were in the same position with all folds in the same orientation in the pile. She steadied the pile with her chin and slowly climbed the stairs. She went into the nursery and filled the shelves with her load. Andy looked sleepily at her while suc-king on his do-di. She cooed at him affectionately and he responded with happy gurgles.
Unlike her first sight of him, when he was dirty and soiled, today he was clean and smelt like a baby, warm wee and baby powder. She changed him out of his wet nappy and dressed him in one of his freshly laundered terries and sweet smelling baby pants. Today she picked out a pale blue bubble romper that gave him a huge nappy bum.
She fed him a wholesome breakfast and Andy was alert and seemed about to engage in a dialogue with her. By the time he had had his juice with the vitamin supplement he was back into a slump. He barely had the energy to soil his fresh nappy as he sat in his high chair. He strained and grunted, but hadn’t the strength to lift himself up from his seat to void in his nappies. His face went redder and redder until soiling could escape his body.
Suzanne changed him and put him down for his nap.
Olivia had left a list of chores to do on the kitchen table and they were not the work expected of a fully trained nanny from Norlands. Cleaning floors and bathrooms was not in her remit, nor was cutting the grass or looking at the lock on the gate. She did not want to set a precedent and decided to stick to the jobs that needed to be done for Andy. His clothes were a disgrace, some outfits were stained, buttons were loose, stitching had come undone. The nursery floor was dirty and all the units needed to be polished. So she set about her tasks as Andy slept. She hated the silence and turned on an MP3 player in the nursery that played through speakers on the wall. The music was a mixture of classical excerpts and very soothing, so would not disturb her sleeping charge.
She finally sat down as the floor dried and began her sewing tasks, her lack of sleep made her eyes heavy and she slowly nodded off. “You need nappies. You must suc-k your dummy. You love going in your nappies. A good baby wets his nappies”. She had put on a specially adapted piece of subliminal messaging designed for Andy, this is the diet of sound he was fed every night.
Suzanne was woken by the sounds of Olivia getting ready for work, a look at her watch told her it was six o’clock and she decided to score a few points with her employer by making her a cup of coffee. She checked her progress as she went to get out of bed, her pyjama bottoms felt positively damp, not wet but definitely as if she had suffered a few leaky dribbles. Suzanne was shocked, she never had accidents, never had any problems. She pealed back the sheets and was pleased to note that her bedding was perfectly clean and dry. However, she spotted a ridge that ran across her bed that was just discernible under her sheet. She looked under the sheet - nothing. She looked under the quilted mattress cover and there it was - an old fashioned rubber sheet. Her bed was already protected against infantile bed wetting.
She remade her bed somewhat shocked and put on a bathrobe, before making her way downstairs to make coffee.
She took a freshly made Nespresso coffee up to Olivia.
“Good morning” she said “can you manage a coffee”?
“Morning Suzanne, did you have a good sleep? Do you need a change?” She asked. Suzanne looked a bit shocked, how could she know about her near miss? Olivia laughed. “No not that, do you need a change from a duvet to sheets and blankets”?
“No all good” replied Suzanne with relief.
Olivia left for work and Suzanne started her chores by emptying the dish washer and tidying the kitchen. She collected up the nappies that seemed to be piled in the kitchen, dining room and lounge. How many nappies did Andy need? She counted 17, then there were the 20 from the big wash yesterday that she was tumbling in the drier to fluff them up. There were plastic baby pants on every radiator, most were clean and in good order but a couple were badly stained. She knew it was pointless trying to lift out those indelible marks.
She heard babbling from the nursery, her charge was waking up. She completed folding up the nappies, carefully to make sure all the labels were in the same position with all folds in the same orientation in the pile. She steadied the pile with her chin and slowly climbed the stairs. She went into the nursery and filled the shelves with her load. Andy looked sleepily at her while suc-king on his do-di. She cooed at him affectionately and he responded with happy gurgles.
Unlike her first sight of him, when he was dirty and soiled, today he was clean and smelt like a baby, warm wee and baby powder. She changed him out of his wet nappy and dressed him in one of his freshly laundered terries and sweet smelling baby pants. Today she picked out a pale blue bubble romper that gave him a huge nappy bum.
She fed him a wholesome breakfast and Andy was alert and seemed about to engage in a dialogue with her. By the time he had had his juice with the vitamin supplement he was back into a slump. He barely had the energy to soil his fresh nappy as he sat in his high chair. He strained and grunted, but hadn’t the strength to lift himself up from his seat to void in his nappies. His face went redder and redder until soiling could escape his body.
Suzanne changed him and put him down for his nap.
Olivia had left a list of chores to do on the kitchen table and they were not the work expected of a fully trained nanny from Norlands. Cleaning floors and bathrooms was not in her remit, nor was cutting the grass or looking at the lock on the gate. She did not want to set a precedent and decided to stick to the jobs that needed to be done for Andy. His clothes were a disgrace, some outfits were stained, buttons were loose, stitching had come undone. The nursery floor was dirty and all the units needed to be polished. So she set about her tasks as Andy slept. She hated the silence and turned on an MP3 player in the nursery that played through speakers on the wall. The music was a mixture of classical excerpts and very soothing, so would not disturb her sleeping charge.
She finally sat down as the floor dried and began her sewing tasks, her lack of sleep made her eyes heavy and she slowly nodded off. “You need nappies. You must suc-k your dummy. You love going in your nappies. A good baby wets his nappies”. She had put on a specially adapted piece of subliminal messaging designed for Andy, this is the diet of sound he was fed every night.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on Yesterday at 02:46:00 PM »
I love the women you write they are comfortably cruel and i am looking to see what this sadistic weight gain and regression will bring
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on June 16, 2026, 11:41:57 PM »
Chapter 10
Felicity woke up wet and messy, her last memory was breakfast and she felt hungry again. She had no idea what time it was, but on the small table by her cot was a baby bottle of juice and a huge slab of chocolate that must have weighed a kilo. She reached through and took the bottle, spitting out her dummy and inserting the nipple of the feeder. She chugged through what seemed to be rosehip syrup, it was very sweet. Next she took the chocolate and used her teeth to break the seal on the foil. She chewed into the bar like it was a slice of toast, the saliva from her eating dribbled down her cheek and onto her bib, which was already wet from rushing her bottle and dummy drooling. She looked down at the once white bib and saw that the breakfast stains and these new deposits showed the perfect history of her dietary day.
Satiated, she felt a new desire rising, she wanted the pink squirty, the pink path to vibrant dreams and utter tranquility. The door opened. Sister Mary was resplendent in her dark blue uniform and starched white apron. In her hand she had a syringe of pink medicine.
“ Who are you today”? She asked
“Flithty” replied Felicity still hampered by her damaged tongue.
“No sweetheart, you’re confused again, your name is Selina. Can you say it out loud for me? Selina
Felicity looked at the syringe, she wanted her medicine so badly, but she knew she wasn’t Selina despite her bracelet saying that she was.
“Well? Have you remembered your name yet? I expect you want to have your dirty nappy changed, have dinner and then have your medicine don’t you?”
Felicity looked surprised, the last meal she had eaten was breakfast, how long had she napped? Her nappy felt disgusting, she could feel the smelly log pressing against her bottom and the wetting had cooled and was starting to burn into her skin. She wanted her medicine and she wanted it now. Despite devouring all the chocolate she was ravenous and hungry. “My name Thelina” she sputtered “I forgot because I’m a thilly girl”.
In a minute, she was being changed by an orderly, showered and back in nappies, this time with a huge soaker insert to get her through the night. She went to the canteen and ate a huge portion of steak and kidney pudding with chips and gravy. They brought her spotty dic-k and custard, then a slice of millionaire shortbread. On the side was a pint of Cola that they had put in a giant baby bottle. The gas made the liquid squirt out all over her bib, which by this time was a laundry disaster. Finally there was full fat cheese and biscuits and a small plate of chocolates to finish off. All was consumed.
Her bib was replaced with a new one and she was returned to her cot suc-king happily on her new dummy which seemed to have been dipped in flavouring. As she shuffled in her baby bed, her bladder released, soaking into the voluminous nappies that were around her. The syringe was injected and the cycle continued.
Sister Mary wrote on her chart - twenty thousand calories consumed today. Anticipated weight gain - three pounds.
Felicity woke up wet and messy, her last memory was breakfast and she felt hungry again. She had no idea what time it was, but on the small table by her cot was a baby bottle of juice and a huge slab of chocolate that must have weighed a kilo. She reached through and took the bottle, spitting out her dummy and inserting the nipple of the feeder. She chugged through what seemed to be rosehip syrup, it was very sweet. Next she took the chocolate and used her teeth to break the seal on the foil. She chewed into the bar like it was a slice of toast, the saliva from her eating dribbled down her cheek and onto her bib, which was already wet from rushing her bottle and dummy drooling. She looked down at the once white bib and saw that the breakfast stains and these new deposits showed the perfect history of her dietary day.
Satiated, she felt a new desire rising, she wanted the pink squirty, the pink path to vibrant dreams and utter tranquility. The door opened. Sister Mary was resplendent in her dark blue uniform and starched white apron. In her hand she had a syringe of pink medicine.
“ Who are you today”? She asked
“Flithty” replied Felicity still hampered by her damaged tongue.
“No sweetheart, you’re confused again, your name is Selina. Can you say it out loud for me? Selina
Felicity looked at the syringe, she wanted her medicine so badly, but she knew she wasn’t Selina despite her bracelet saying that she was.
“Well? Have you remembered your name yet? I expect you want to have your dirty nappy changed, have dinner and then have your medicine don’t you?”
Felicity looked surprised, the last meal she had eaten was breakfast, how long had she napped? Her nappy felt disgusting, she could feel the smelly log pressing against her bottom and the wetting had cooled and was starting to burn into her skin. She wanted her medicine and she wanted it now. Despite devouring all the chocolate she was ravenous and hungry. “My name Thelina” she sputtered “I forgot because I’m a thilly girl”.
In a minute, she was being changed by an orderly, showered and back in nappies, this time with a huge soaker insert to get her through the night. She went to the canteen and ate a huge portion of steak and kidney pudding with chips and gravy. They brought her spotty dic-k and custard, then a slice of millionaire shortbread. On the side was a pint of Cola that they had put in a giant baby bottle. The gas made the liquid squirt out all over her bib, which by this time was a laundry disaster. Finally there was full fat cheese and biscuits and a small plate of chocolates to finish off. All was consumed.
Her bib was replaced with a new one and she was returned to her cot suc-king happily on her new dummy which seemed to have been dipped in flavouring. As she shuffled in her baby bed, her bladder released, soaking into the voluminous nappies that were around her. The syringe was injected and the cycle continued.
Sister Mary wrote on her chart - twenty thousand calories consumed today. Anticipated weight gain - three pounds.
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« Last post by antonia on June 16, 2026, 05:12:02 PM »
Chapter 9
Olivia was on her mobile talking to her friend in the Manor and the reports were music to her ears. Felicity was far from finished in her mind and there were plans for her. In the meantime, she had a new nanny starting that very morning and she was arriving at any moment. However, unlike Felicity, this new nanny was going to be residential. The benefit was two-fold, she didn’t cost so much to hire and she was always on site in an emergency.
Suzanne was fully aware of her new charge and had been told that Andy had a psychological breakdown and had suffered a severe regression in his personality. She had been told emphatically that he was to be talked to like a baby and treated like one as well, because anything too adult might cause him irreparable mental damage.
The doorbell rang and a tall geaky blonde haired girl stood on the door step with three large bags. Olivia ushered her in, but did not make any attempt to help her with her luggage. She was shown her room and left to move in her belongings. Olivia told her to put on her uniform and report to her in the lounge in one hour.
Suzanne quickly unloaded her dresses and uniforms which were on hangers and easily put into the wardrobe in her room. The smaller items like underwear and lesser items could wait until later. She was ready in 50 minutes and could not resist a peak into the nursery on her way downstairs to the lounge. The room stank of dirty nappies and stale piss, it was the stench of poor parenting and neglect of duties. Her charge was asleep and had kicked off his cot blanket to reveal very wet and messy bedding beneath.
Olivia had made a pot of tea and some cheap biscuits were thrown on a plate. She did not stand but waved a hand for Suzanne to be seated. She poured them tea through a strainer and passed her a cup. She selected a Nice biscuit in preference to the morning tea ones.
They went through her duties for the day, clean the nursery, sort out Andy’s nappies and laundry, prepare his food for the day and organise his bottles. She would also need to tidy up his playpen and sort out his toys. His floor blanket and comforter needed a lot of attention.
At bed time he had to be restrained and had to wear his sleep bonnet. She did not know that his bonnet was fitted with air pods to play him a diet of subliminal messages throughout the night.
Olivia gave her a bank mandate to complete so that her salary would be paid into her account each month. In reality, Olivia was heavily strapped for cash, the cost of Andy’s babification had cost a fortune, his layette and the furnishings were exorbitant in their expense. She desperately needed to work full time and fill her own coffers.
Suzanne got to work immediately and was introduced to Andy who had been sedated to keep him compliant and quiet. He was filthy, his nappy should have been changed hours ago and had leaked through his sleep suit, into his bedding and even into his hair. It took hours to get Andy and his cot clean and sweet smelling. The washing line had over twenty nappies cleaned and sweet smelling alongside booster pads, bibs and hand washed plastic baby pants. His nursery smelled of baby powder and laundry detergent.
Andy was fed in his high chair and seemed to love his new nanny and all the hugs and kisses she bestowed on him. Olivia had cuddled him constantly following his failed escape attempt and praised him for dressing himself in a nappy while she was at work. She switched his vitamin serum for a doctored version full of sedatives that Suzanne was told had to be added to each of his bottles throughout the day.
No sooner had Andy woken up, and started to regain some of his old vigour, when he was fed his bottle and he slowly slumped back into a listless, sleepy condition and unable to stop himself from nodding off. He was now totally dependent on his nappies and unable to function without his dummy plugged into his mouth.
Suzanne was exhausted by the time she had finished her day. Olivia had asked her to go shopping and prepare the evening meal. Her supermarket receipt had been put to one side awaiting payment. The day had left her poorer than when she had arrived!
It was almost midnight before her head hit the pillow and she had still not fully unpacked. She had packed her toiletries in to the en suite bathroom, but had to empty one cupboard that was full of Tena Lady pants which were 9 drop absorbency. Maybe Olivia had a problem, she would save her embarrassment and store them in the drawer under her bed.
A soothing melody seemed to sound in her room, it could have come through the walls from Olivia’s room next door, but she was too tired to investigate.
Olivia was on her mobile talking to her friend in the Manor and the reports were music to her ears. Felicity was far from finished in her mind and there were plans for her. In the meantime, she had a new nanny starting that very morning and she was arriving at any moment. However, unlike Felicity, this new nanny was going to be residential. The benefit was two-fold, she didn’t cost so much to hire and she was always on site in an emergency.
Suzanne was fully aware of her new charge and had been told that Andy had a psychological breakdown and had suffered a severe regression in his personality. She had been told emphatically that he was to be talked to like a baby and treated like one as well, because anything too adult might cause him irreparable mental damage.
The doorbell rang and a tall geaky blonde haired girl stood on the door step with three large bags. Olivia ushered her in, but did not make any attempt to help her with her luggage. She was shown her room and left to move in her belongings. Olivia told her to put on her uniform and report to her in the lounge in one hour.
Suzanne quickly unloaded her dresses and uniforms which were on hangers and easily put into the wardrobe in her room. The smaller items like underwear and lesser items could wait until later. She was ready in 50 minutes and could not resist a peak into the nursery on her way downstairs to the lounge. The room stank of dirty nappies and stale piss, it was the stench of poor parenting and neglect of duties. Her charge was asleep and had kicked off his cot blanket to reveal very wet and messy bedding beneath.
Olivia had made a pot of tea and some cheap biscuits were thrown on a plate. She did not stand but waved a hand for Suzanne to be seated. She poured them tea through a strainer and passed her a cup. She selected a Nice biscuit in preference to the morning tea ones.
They went through her duties for the day, clean the nursery, sort out Andy’s nappies and laundry, prepare his food for the day and organise his bottles. She would also need to tidy up his playpen and sort out his toys. His floor blanket and comforter needed a lot of attention.
At bed time he had to be restrained and had to wear his sleep bonnet. She did not know that his bonnet was fitted with air pods to play him a diet of subliminal messages throughout the night.
Olivia gave her a bank mandate to complete so that her salary would be paid into her account each month. In reality, Olivia was heavily strapped for cash, the cost of Andy’s babification had cost a fortune, his layette and the furnishings were exorbitant in their expense. She desperately needed to work full time and fill her own coffers.
Suzanne got to work immediately and was introduced to Andy who had been sedated to keep him compliant and quiet. He was filthy, his nappy should have been changed hours ago and had leaked through his sleep suit, into his bedding and even into his hair. It took hours to get Andy and his cot clean and sweet smelling. The washing line had over twenty nappies cleaned and sweet smelling alongside booster pads, bibs and hand washed plastic baby pants. His nursery smelled of baby powder and laundry detergent.
Andy was fed in his high chair and seemed to love his new nanny and all the hugs and kisses she bestowed on him. Olivia had cuddled him constantly following his failed escape attempt and praised him for dressing himself in a nappy while she was at work. She switched his vitamin serum for a doctored version full of sedatives that Suzanne was told had to be added to each of his bottles throughout the day.
No sooner had Andy woken up, and started to regain some of his old vigour, when he was fed his bottle and he slowly slumped back into a listless, sleepy condition and unable to stop himself from nodding off. He was now totally dependent on his nappies and unable to function without his dummy plugged into his mouth.
Suzanne was exhausted by the time she had finished her day. Olivia had asked her to go shopping and prepare the evening meal. Her supermarket receipt had been put to one side awaiting payment. The day had left her poorer than when she had arrived!
It was almost midnight before her head hit the pillow and she had still not fully unpacked. She had packed her toiletries in to the en suite bathroom, but had to empty one cupboard that was full of Tena Lady pants which were 9 drop absorbency. Maybe Olivia had a problem, she would save her embarrassment and store them in the drawer under her bed.
A soothing melody seemed to sound in her room, it could have come through the walls from Olivia’s room next door, but she was too tired to investigate.
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by Baby Mac on June 16, 2026, 12:03:24 PM »
Really good writing, that Olivia is so diabolical makes me scared for Andy
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Active Sissy Stories / Re: Failed and Faulty
« Last post by antonia on June 16, 2026, 05:08:04 AM »
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Felicity woke up the next morning, she had been asleep for almost 18 hours. Her nappy was filthy and saturated with her eliminations. Her tongue felt odd and although her dummy still caused her to dribble, it was not as bad as yesterday. The door opened and a female orderly came into the cell. She set about cleaning Felicity with well practiced efficiency. First she took her to a padded table in the room next door. Her scrubs were removed, her dummy was taken out, then the chain on her pants unlocked, she was stood up so that the whole mass could be slid down her legs. The orderly supported her as she stepped out of her mess.
The bench was in a wet room and the orderly hosed off the furniture before turning the spray onto Felicity. It was warm and at body temperature, the majority of the soiling went down a large gridded drain. A big shower head was turned on and Felicity was given a large bar of heavily scented soap that smelt of disinfectant. She soaped up her naked, hairless body and thoroughly cleaned herself. The orderly dried her off with a towel that was far from fluffy and pulled out a gown that was in a stack on a shelf on the wall. The towel was used to dry the plastic surface on the bench.
The orderly positioned a shaped nappy on the bench and indicated for Felicity to lie on it. There was a huge central panel in the centre and the sides had Velcro fastenings. The fit was snug and secure, as a nanny, Felicity had never seen a nappy so thick and hefty. The locking vinyl pants came off the shelf below, the legs were stained orange from the leaks of previous patients. Everything smelt of Dettol, the orderly had not bothered with creams or powder. Her final nappied condition was huge and her protection ballooned out from around her. The click of the padlock confirmed that she had no control of her nappies. The smock was just long enough to just cover the waist band of her plastic pants. The faded writing on the front said “Manor Hospital”. The orderly took out a terry towelling bib that was as long as her shirt and was labelled with the same wording. There was a rustling of cellophane that said sterile and a white dummy was revealed. The rubber teat was yellowed and the guard was scratched from frequent use by other inmates. Felicity accepted the comforter, just accepting and absorbing her situation with silent incredulity. She suc-ked the medicinal flavoured dummy without hesitation.
The orderly indicated for her to step into her pink fluffy slippers and it was then that she realised just how uncomfortable and bulky her nappies were. All her jewellery had gone, she had no watch, no idea of time, her only bracelet was her hospital plastic identification. The slippers were loose and with the bulk of her nappies, she had to adopt a wide legged shuffling gait. Her plastic pants were on full display, just transparent enough to tell when she had wet or soiled herself. They arrived in a room that had plain stainless steel tables and uncomfortable seats. A hatch in the wall revealed a team of kitchen staff making breakfasts.
The orderly sat Felicity at one table and went to get food. She had a ticket that she handed to the person in the hatch. Felicity looked round the room, each table had one occupant, there were about a dozen or more and they all shared one thing, they all looked drained of any emotion, they all moved like automatons and stared into space. There was no recognition, no attempt to converse or associate, a total disconnection. They all wore nappies and similar smocks to her own.
The tray arrived, a bowl of fruit, a slice of toast cut into fingers, a boiled egg, a plastic set of cutlery but not a knife. The orderly took out her dummy and put it in an empty dish placed on the tray for this purpose. She realised that she was ravenous and attacked her breakfast with relish. A lot of the egg ended up on her bib. The orderly wiped her face with her bib adding to mess sticking to it already. A kitchen member brought more buttered toast that had been coated with Marmite. Felicity demolished this in no time at all. Another plate of toast arrived, this time marmalade. All disappeared. The calories consumed were huge by the time she had finished.
The orderly replaced her dummy after wiping her face with her bib and took her back to her cell. Felicity tried to ask her to clean her teeth and was told to put her soother back in. She mumbled about using the toilet and received a laugh in response and told to look at what she was wearing. She sat back on her cot and the sister from the day before came in to check progress. Felicity could not hear what was being said, but the smiles and head nodding seemed to indicate that all was going well.
The pink syringe appeared, her dummy was taken out and the gel squirted into her mouth. She swallowed the potent mix and suc-ked her binky as it was reintroduced. She enjoyed the wave of peace and tranquility that washed over her and slipped into the arms of morphia. Her carers smiled with satisfaction as a big yellow wet patch blossomed in her nappy and showed through the plastic pants. They positioned her on her side and were further pleased when the back of her nappy bulged out as she soiled herself with a gentle grunt. Her response was reflected by an increase in her dummy suc-king activity.
Felicity woke up the next morning, she had been asleep for almost 18 hours. Her nappy was filthy and saturated with her eliminations. Her tongue felt odd and although her dummy still caused her to dribble, it was not as bad as yesterday. The door opened and a female orderly came into the cell. She set about cleaning Felicity with well practiced efficiency. First she took her to a padded table in the room next door. Her scrubs were removed, her dummy was taken out, then the chain on her pants unlocked, she was stood up so that the whole mass could be slid down her legs. The orderly supported her as she stepped out of her mess.
The bench was in a wet room and the orderly hosed off the furniture before turning the spray onto Felicity. It was warm and at body temperature, the majority of the soiling went down a large gridded drain. A big shower head was turned on and Felicity was given a large bar of heavily scented soap that smelt of disinfectant. She soaped up her naked, hairless body and thoroughly cleaned herself. The orderly dried her off with a towel that was far from fluffy and pulled out a gown that was in a stack on a shelf on the wall. The towel was used to dry the plastic surface on the bench.
The orderly positioned a shaped nappy on the bench and indicated for Felicity to lie on it. There was a huge central panel in the centre and the sides had Velcro fastenings. The fit was snug and secure, as a nanny, Felicity had never seen a nappy so thick and hefty. The locking vinyl pants came off the shelf below, the legs were stained orange from the leaks of previous patients. Everything smelt of Dettol, the orderly had not bothered with creams or powder. Her final nappied condition was huge and her protection ballooned out from around her. The click of the padlock confirmed that she had no control of her nappies. The smock was just long enough to just cover the waist band of her plastic pants. The faded writing on the front said “Manor Hospital”. The orderly took out a terry towelling bib that was as long as her shirt and was labelled with the same wording. There was a rustling of cellophane that said sterile and a white dummy was revealed. The rubber teat was yellowed and the guard was scratched from frequent use by other inmates. Felicity accepted the comforter, just accepting and absorbing her situation with silent incredulity. She suc-ked the medicinal flavoured dummy without hesitation.
The orderly indicated for her to step into her pink fluffy slippers and it was then that she realised just how uncomfortable and bulky her nappies were. All her jewellery had gone, she had no watch, no idea of time, her only bracelet was her hospital plastic identification. The slippers were loose and with the bulk of her nappies, she had to adopt a wide legged shuffling gait. Her plastic pants were on full display, just transparent enough to tell when she had wet or soiled herself. They arrived in a room that had plain stainless steel tables and uncomfortable seats. A hatch in the wall revealed a team of kitchen staff making breakfasts.
The orderly sat Felicity at one table and went to get food. She had a ticket that she handed to the person in the hatch. Felicity looked round the room, each table had one occupant, there were about a dozen or more and they all shared one thing, they all looked drained of any emotion, they all moved like automatons and stared into space. There was no recognition, no attempt to converse or associate, a total disconnection. They all wore nappies and similar smocks to her own.
The tray arrived, a bowl of fruit, a slice of toast cut into fingers, a boiled egg, a plastic set of cutlery but not a knife. The orderly took out her dummy and put it in an empty dish placed on the tray for this purpose. She realised that she was ravenous and attacked her breakfast with relish. A lot of the egg ended up on her bib. The orderly wiped her face with her bib adding to mess sticking to it already. A kitchen member brought more buttered toast that had been coated with Marmite. Felicity demolished this in no time at all. Another plate of toast arrived, this time marmalade. All disappeared. The calories consumed were huge by the time she had finished.
The orderly replaced her dummy after wiping her face with her bib and took her back to her cell. Felicity tried to ask her to clean her teeth and was told to put her soother back in. She mumbled about using the toilet and received a laugh in response and told to look at what she was wearing. She sat back on her cot and the sister from the day before came in to check progress. Felicity could not hear what was being said, but the smiles and head nodding seemed to indicate that all was going well.
The pink syringe appeared, her dummy was taken out and the gel squirted into her mouth. She swallowed the potent mix and suc-ked her binky as it was reintroduced. She enjoyed the wave of peace and tranquility that washed over her and slipped into the arms of morphia. Her carers smiled with satisfaction as a big yellow wet patch blossomed in her nappy and showed through the plastic pants. They positioned her on her side and were further pleased when the back of her nappy bulged out as she soiled herself with a gentle grunt. Her response was reflected by an increase in her dummy suc-king activity.
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