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Title: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:08:05 PM: The Descent: A Journey Into Total Humiliation

Summary
Chapter 1: The Swimsuit
Chapter 2: The Letter To Johanna
Chapter 3: Meeting Mauranne
Chapter 4: The Letter To Miss Mauranne
Chapter 5: A Day Of Service
Chapter 6: The Little Sister
Chapter 7: Meeting Mister Don
Chapter 8: The Romantic Dinner
Chapter 9: A Whole Weekend
Chapter 10: The Letter To Miss Johanna And Miss Mauranne
Chapter 11: In The Schoolyard
Chapter 12: The Punishments
Chapter 13: Signs Of Affection
Chapter 14: The Baby Sister
Chapter 15: Learning His Lesson
Chapter 16: The Ballerina
Chapter 17: Ballet Passion
Chapter 18: Public Challenge
Chapter 19: Itching Powder
Chapter 20 An Itchy Day
Chapter 21: A New Restriction
Chapter 22: Bathroom Challenges
Chapter 23: A Baby's Night
Chapter 24: Childish Words
Chapter 25: A Hot Day
Chapter 26: The Shopping Trip
Chapter 27: Underwear Checks
Chapter 28: Gifts In The Locker
Chapter 29: Less Discreet Gifts
Chapter 30: Home Visit
Chapter 31: Becoming Visible
Chapter 32: More And More Tormentors
Chapter 33: Opening Up To Mummy
Chapter 34: Opening Up To The World
Chapter 35: At Mister Don's Feet
Chapter 36: The Reward
Chapter 37: A Puppy Day
Chapter 38: Babysitting
Chapter 39: The Birthday Party
Chapter 40: Meeting Families–The Timmermans
Chapter 41: Meeting Families–The Smits
Chapter 42: Family Picnic
Chapter 43: Dinner
Chapter 44: Mummy-Son Moment
Chapter 45: Pee Challenge
Chapter 46: More Baby Time
Chapter 47: Baby Has Guests
Chapter 48: Baby On A Walk
Chapter 49: Introducing Baby To The Family
Chapter 50: End Of Year Party
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:29:34 PM: Chapter 1: The Swimsuit

Johanna Smit was known for her strength—both physical and of character. She had little patience for anything she perceived as weakness. Ludo, for instance, with his shy demeanor and unassuming nature, epitomized everything she found annoying.
He was the classic “goody two-shoes” type. Always prepared, always polite, and seemingly always at the teacher's beck and call. His classmates often dismissed him as the kind of person who would never stand out in the world of school hierarchies. To Johanna, he was the ultimate example of everything she found irritating. His timid nature made him an easy target for her sarcastic remarks, but she never took it too far—she enjoyed keeping him on his toes.

One day, as she sauntered into their shared history class, she spotted Ludo hunched over his desk, scribbling furiously in his notebook. Johanna, feeling a rare pang of boredom, decided to engage him in one of her frequent but light-hearted provocations.
“Hey, Ludo,” she called out, leaning over his desk with a smirk. “Did you get a gold star for that perfect penmanship of yours?”
Ludo's head shot up, his cheeks reddening as he stumbled over his words. “N-no, Johanna. I was just—uh—taking notes.”
Johanna laughed softly, finding his discomfort both amusing and endearing. She knew he was the type who would be mortified by any interaction that drew attention to him. But Johanna wasn't just about making fun. She had a knack for gauging when someone’s strengths could be useful, and Ludo's penchant for details and his academic prowess had become increasingly useful.

Later that week, Johanna found herself struggling with a particularly tough math problem. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand the material; it was more about the frustration of not having the answer immediately. She decided to approach Ludo for assistance.
The moment she asked, Ludo’s eyes widened with surprise, then quickly softened into a smile as he eagerly agreed to help. Johanna found it amusing that someone as timid as him could be so enthusiastic about assisting her.
One afternoon, after school, she invited him to her house to work on their homework together.
Johanna's house was larger than Ludo's, with a beautifully landscaped yard and, most impressively, a large swimming pool. As they worked on their assignments in her room, Ludo couldn't help but occasionally glance out the window at the inviting blue water of the pool.
“Maybe next time you come over, we can go for a swim,” Johanna said, noticing his interest. “It's really nice on hot days like today.”
Ludo nodded, smiling shyly. “Yeah, that sounds fun.”
As they were packing up their things, ready to leave, Johanna pointed to a swimsuit hanging on a chair by the pool. It was a bright, floral swimsuit with pink and lavender flowers, ruffled edges, and a big, decorative bow on the front. It also had a frilly skirt attached, which added to its distinctly girlish charm.
“Too bad you didn't bring your swimsuit today,” Johanna said with a teasing grin. “I could have lent you one. How about that one?” She pointed at the frilly swimsuit.
Ludo’s face turned a shade redder as he processed the joke. “Oh, uh, no thanks,” he managed to stammer. He laughed nervously, hoping Johanna wouldn’t press the matter further. Johanna’s playful jab was typical of her, but Ludo couldn’t shake off the image of himself in that ridiculous outfit.

Over the next few days, Ludo found himself strangely preoccupied with the swimsuit. His thoughts ran wild, envisioning scenarios where Johanna might actually force him to wear it—complete with her teasing and laughter. These daydreams were a mix of embarrassment and odd fascination, leaving him confused and somewhat disconcerted.
One evening, while he was studying at home, he found himself doodling in the margins of his notebook. His sketches started off as simple academic notes but soon morphed into playful caricatures of himself in that very swimsuit. The idea of Johanna seeing him in such a vulnerable state—making fun of him in front of others—was both embarrassing and oddly intriguing.

A few days later, Johanna invited Ludo over again. This time, she suggested they go swimming. “It's going to be really hot tomorrow. Why don't you come over, and we can cool off in the pool?”
Ludo felt a nervous flutter in his stomach. He nodded, trying to act casual. “Sure, that sounds great.”
The next day, as he got ready to go to Johanna's house, he hesitated for a long time. Eventually, he purposely left his swimsuit at home. The thought of swimming was appealing, but the memory of his dream and the sight of the frilly swimsuit still lingered in his mind.
When he arrived at Johanna's house, she greeted him warmly. “Hey, ready for a swim?”
Ludo hesitated. “Uh, actually, I forgot my swimsuit.”
Johanna raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Did you now? Well, I guess you'll just have to borrow one.”
She led him to the pool area, where the frilly swimsuit was still hanging. Ludo's heart raced as she handed it to him. “Here you go,” she said. “It belongs to my little sister, but she declared yesterday that she would no longer wear it because it's too childish. But it looks like it's perfect for you today!”
Ludo felt his face flush again. He took the swimsuit, feeling both excitement and dread. “Th... Thank you,” he said quietly, unable to meet her eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of embarrassment and thrill. But his excitement quickly overpowered his reluctance. He took the swimsuit and went to change.
As he stepped out, he felt the snug fit of the swimsuit, the ruffles tickling his skin. He couldn't help but smile at how different it felt from his usual swim trunks. Back at the pool, Johanna burst into laughter when she saw him, but Ludo's wide grin gave away his delight. The swimsuit's frilly skirt swayed as he moved, and the bright colors stood out vividly against the blue water.
“Wow, Ludo, you look... adorable!” Johanna teased. Despite his initial embarrassment, he was enjoying the experience. However, things took a turn when she started taking photos of him.
“Come on, Ludo, pose for me!” she laughed, snapping pictures from every angle. His face flushed red, but he felt he had no choice but to let her do. Sensing his discomfort, she started jokingly threatening to show the photos at school if he didn't obey her playful demands.
“How about a challenge?” She offered, but her tone left no room for refusal. First, she made him serve her a drink. Ludo, in his bright, floral swimsuit, carefully balanced a tray with a glass and a pitcher of lemonade. “Don't spill, Ludo!” she giggled, making him feel like a poolside waiter.
“Ludo, give me a curtsey every time you fill my glass!” she said with a grin.
Ludo, blushing furiously, held the edges of his frilly skirt and dipped into a curtsey each time he completed a task, like picking up an object lying around or leaves floating in the pool. More photos were taken as he repeated the curtsey several times.
Next, she demanded massages. Ludo's hands trembled slightly as he began massaging her shoulders. “Not bad, Ludo. Now my feet,” she instructed, extending her legs. Ludo, feeling utterly embarrassed but compliant, gently massaged her feet, his classmate laughing and snapping more pictures, occasionally wiggling her toes to tease him.
“Tell me how much you love wearing that swimsuit.” Ludo hesitated but, seeing no other choice, he said, “I love wearing this swimsuit,” and curtseyed again, much to Johanna's delight.

By the end of the day, Ludo was exhausted but strangely exhilarated. Despite the embarrassment and the playful teasing, he couldn't deny that he'd had fun. But he was very afraid, because despite his obedience, Johanna had not promised to keep the photos for herself.
“One last thing,” she added. “Tonight you are going to write me a thank you letter for the swimsuit and for having the honor of serving me.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:33:16 PM: Chapter 2: The Letter To Johanna

Dear Johanna,

I hope this letter finds you well and basking in the glorious memories of our unforgettable pool party. I am writing to express my deepest gratitude for the incredible honor I had in serving you.
First and foremost, I must thank you for lending me that magnificent, exquisitely feminine swimsuit. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would have the privilege of wearing such a stunning piece of fashion. The bright, floral design, the ruffled edges, and the delightful bow made me feel truly special. The frilly skirt added an extra touch of elegance that I will cherish forever.
Serving you was an unparalleled experience. Balancing the tray of lemonade, massaging your shoulders and feet, and even performing those curtseys were tasks I undertook with the utmost joy and dedication. Each moment was a lesson in humility and grace, and I am profoundly grateful for the opportunity to serve such a wonderful friend.
Your guidance and the playful threats of sharing the photos only added to the excitement and fun of the day.

Thank you for your kindness and for allowing me to be a part of such a memorable and enjoyable day. I look forward to our next pool party with great anticipation.

With the deepest gratitude and admiration,

Ludo
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:36:40 PM: Chapter 3: Meeting Mauranne

Mauranne used to hang around her big sister's room looking for things. She was intrigued by the pretty handwritten letter on the desk. When she asked for an explanation, Johanna showed her everything!
Ludo thought his secret was safe and that his exaggerated words of gratitude had been received in good humor. But when he arrived at Johanna's house for the next pool party, he was surprised to see Mauranne waiting with a knowing smile.

“Hello, Ludo,” Mauranne said sweetly. “I found your letter. It was so touching. I think it's only fair that I get to join in the fun today.“
Ludo's heart sank as he realized what this meant. Mauranne, younger but just as mischievous as her sister, now held his fate in her hands. She led him inside, where Johanna was waiting and giggling.
“I've got a special swimsuit for you today,” Mauranne announced, pulling out an even more feminine and childish swimsuit than before. This one was a pastel pink with white polka dots, adorned with layers of frilly lace around the neckline and hem. It had puffed sleeves and a large bow on the back, making it look more like a frilly dress than a swimsuit. There were even little heart-shaped buttons down the front, adding to its girlish charm.

“Here you go,” Mauranne said, handing the swimsuit to Ludo. “I expect you to wear this and serve us just like you did last time. And remember, lots of curtseys!“
Ludo, feeling the weight of Mauranne's threat, reluctantly took the swimsuit and changed. When he emerged, the girls burst into laughter. The frilly, pastel pink suit clung to him snugly, the puffed sleeves and lace ruffles making him look even more out of place than before.
“Now, Ludo,” Johanna said, trying to stifle her laughter, “it's time to get to work. Serve us some drinks.“

Ludo complied, balancing a tray of lemonade glasses as he had done before. This time, the girls were more demanding, calling him over frequently and making him curtsey each time he handed them a drink. Mauranne took great delight in making him repeat the action.
“Massage time!” she announced, and Ludo found himself kneeling by the poolside, massaging her shoulders and feet, while Johanna watched and took photos. Each task was punctuated with more giggles and demands for curtseys.
“Now, paint our nails,” Johanna said, handing him an array of nail polish bottles. Ludo carefully painted each girl's nails, the bright pinks and purples standing out vividly. He concentrated hard to avoid smudging.

“And now you have to serve us snacks,” Johanna said, her eyes glinting with mischief. “And by the way, you will always refer to us as 'Miss' followed by our names.“
“Yes, Miss Johanna,” he said curtseying, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks.
Before he leaves home Mauranne added the final touch. “You have to write another thank, telling us how honored you felt to serve us and wear such a beautiful swimsuit.“
Ludo, realizing he had no choice, agreed once more, curtseying deeply. The girls burst into laughter, delighted by his compliance.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:41:44 PM: Chapter 4: The Letter To Miss Mauranne

Dear Miss Mauranne,

I hope this letter finds you in high spirits and enjoying the afterglow of our recent pool party. I am writing to express my profound thanks and admiration for the extraordinary honor you bestowed upon me during the event.
First and foremost, let me convey my heartfelt gratitude for the enchanting swimsuit you provided. The pastel pink fabric, decorated with playful white polka dots, and the delightful frills, puffed sleeves, and heart-shaped buttons made it a truly one-of-a-kind garment. The large bow on the back was simply the crowning touch, making the entire outfit a true masterpiece of feminine charm. Wearing such a stunning and whimsical suit was a unique and unforgettable experience.

I must also thank you for the engaging and memorable tasks you assigned me. Serving you and your sister, massaging your shoulders and feet, painting your nails, and performing those graceful curtseys were not merely duties but genuine privileges. Each task allowed me to fully appreciate the joy of serving such delightful company.
Furthermore, addressing you as ‘Miss’ helps me understand your place and mine.

Miss Mauranne, I am incredibly grateful and I eagerly await our next gathering. The promise to wear the same special swimsuit at future events is something I look forward to with great anticipation and am prepared to meet any new orders or challenges you might have in store.

With sincere thanks and admiration,

Ludo
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:46:03 PM: Chapter 5: A Day Of Service

The next time Ludo was invited to Johanna and Mauranne's house, rain poured down, and the pool party was canceled. However, when Ludo arrived, he was greeted by the sisters, who were beaming with excitement. Johanna handed him a new outfit: a frilly, pink, satin romper with lace trim. It was paired with matching pink ballet flats.
“We’ve got some fun activities planned for you today. Are you ready?” Mauranne said with a mischievous grin.
Ludo took a deep breath, adjusting the delicate fabric of his romper. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. I’m ready to do whatever you and Miss Johanna ask of me.”

First, they had Ludo organize their snack table. “Arrange the snacks by color, Ludo,” Mauranne instructed, pointing to a variety of treats. “Certainly, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo replied, meticulously sorting cupcakes, candies, and cookies.
After that, it was time for another round of nail painting. “Make sure to use the sparkliest pink polish,” Johanna directed. Ludo carefully applied a shimmering pink polish to each of their nails, his own hands trembling slightly as he worked. “As you wish, Miss Johanna,” he said, focusing intently on each nail.
After the foot massages, they made him dance for them. Then they sat down on the couch to watch a movie. He had to wait standing while serving them when they asked him.

There was still no question of ending his challenges. On the contrary, other photos and videos were taken.
At the end of the day, he thanked them for this “new wonderful day” in their service.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 07:55:57 PM: Chapter 6: The Little Sister

Johanna and Mauranne's parents felt their eldest daughter was old enough to house-sit with her sister for an evening and even a weekend. She then informed Ludo that he would be coming to spend the night the next Saturday.

Johanna and Mauranne led him to Johanna's bedroom, revealing his outfit for the night. It was a pastel pink dress made of soft satin, adorned with layers of delicate lace and ribbons. The dress had puffed sleeves and a wide sash that tied into a large bow at the back. The skirt was full and flared, designed to twirl beautifully when spun. To complete the look, there were matching ruffled bloomers, knee-high white socks with lace frills, and a pair of pink Mary Johanna shoes with small bows on the toes.
“Here you go, Ludo,” Johanna said, holding up the dress with a smile. “Tonight, you’ll be our little sister.”
Feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness, he replied, “Yes, Miss Johanna.” He changed into the outfit, the silky fabric and frills brushing softly against his skin, making him feel even more like a little girl.
Once he was dressed, Mauranne handed him a baby doll. The doll was dressed similarly in pink frills, with a tiny bonnet on its head. “This is your baby dolly,” Mauranne said. “You must name her and take care of her like a mommy.”
Ludo cradled the doll in his arms, thinking for a moment. “I’ll name her... Ludivine,” he said softly.
“That’s a lovely name, Ludo. It’s cute that you chose the feminized version of yours!” Mauranne replied. “Now, remember, you must carry Ludivine with you at all times and take care of her.”

The girls set up a tea party with a small table, miniature cups, and plates. The table was covered with a pink, lacy tablecloth, and they had an assortment of pretend pastries and cakes. Ludo, carrying Ludivine, had to serve imaginary tea and cakes to his big sisters, performing little curtsies each time he handed them a cup or a plate.
“Would you like some more tea, Miss Johanna?” Ludo asked, curtsying deeply as he offered an empty teacup.
“Yes, please, Ludo,” Johanna replied, playing along with the game.

Next, they played music and had Ludo dance like a toddler. The girls put on a CD of nursery rhymes and children’s songs, and Ludo had to twirl and skip around the room, holding Ludivine close.
“Twirl for us, Ludo!” Mauranne called out.
Ludo complied, spinning around and giving a giggly, high-pitched, “Weee!” as he did, trying to embody the playful spirit of a little girl. His dress flared out as he twirled, the soft fabric swishing around his legs.

The girls took turns reading a children’s story to him and Ludivine. They chose a picture book about a princess and her adventures. He sat on the floor, legs tucked under him, listening intently while cuddling his doll.
“That was a wonderful story, Miss Mauranne,” he said when they finished, his voice sweet and innocent.

When it was time for dinner, heLudo was seated at a small, child-sized table. The girls had set up a little chair for him, complete with a bib. Johanna and Mauranne had a had a large appetizing pizza, but he was served boiled green vegetables.
“Eat your veggies, Ludo,” Johanna instructed firmly, standing over him with a serious look.
He poked at the vegetables, his face scrunching up in distaste. “But I don’t like them, Miss Johanna,” he whined, his voice taking on a childish tone.
“Little girls need to eat their vegetables to grow strong,” Mauranne scolded. “Now, be a good girl and eat up.”
Ludo reluctantly ate a few bites, whining softly. “Do I have to, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, tears welling up in his eyes.
“Yes, you do,” Johanna said sternly. “The only two questions, is it with or without a spanking? And who do we send the first photos of you to?”
Ludo became more docile and finished his vegetables, albeit slowly and with a pout.

After dinner, he was allowed some play and cuddle time with Ludivine. The girls had set up a playpen with soft toys and blankets. Ludo sat, gently rocking his doll and humming a lullaby.
“Are you having fun, Ludivine?” he asked his doll in a high-pitched, sweet voice, trying to keep up the act.
The girls watched with amusement, occasionally instructing Ludo on how to better care for his “baby.”
“Make sure to pat her back gently, Ludo,” Mauranne said, demonstrating the motion.
He mimicked her movements, patting Ludivine’s back and whispering, “There, there, Ludivine. Mommy’s here.”

Despite it still being daylight outside and the sounds of children playing drifting in through the windows, Johanna and Mauranne decided it was time for him to get ready for bed. They led him to the bathroom, where a series of preparations awaited him.
First, they had him wash his face with a gentle, foamy cleanser that smelled of lavender. “Make sure to wash all the way to your hairline,” Johanna instructed, watching as Ludo followed her directions.
Next, they helped him brush his teeth, Mauranne holding Ludivine while Ludo carefully brushed each tooth under their supervision. “Brush in circles, Ludo. We want to make sure your teeth are sparkling clean,” Mauranne advised.
After his teeth were brushed, they handed him a soft, fluffy towel to pat his face dry. “There you go, all fresh and clean,” Johanna said with a smile.

Once the bathroom routine was complete, it was time to change into his nightwear. The girls had prepared a delicate nightgown for him, made of soft, pink cotton with tiny white polka dots. It had lace trim around the collar and cuffs and a small bow at the neckline. They also gave him matching bloomers and a pair of cozy, white socks with pink ruffles.
“Time to change, Ludo,” Mauranne said, handing him the nightgown.
Ludo obediently changed into the nightwear, feeling the soft fabric against his skin. The nightgown was comfortable and made him feel even more like a little girl ready for bed.

Despite the early hour, he was led to a bed with pink, frilly sheets and a fluffy pillow, adorned with stuffed animals and soft blankets.
“Time for bed, Ludo,” Johanna announced, taking on a firm but gentle tone.
“But it’s still light out, Miss Johanna,” Ludo whined, holding Ludivine tightly. “I’m not tired yet.”
“Little girls need their sleep,” Mauranne explained, taking on a motherly tone. “You need to go to bed earlier than grown-ups so you can have lots of energy to play tomorrow.”
Ludo pouted, his eyes welling up with tears. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he said softly, his voice trembling.

The girls tucked him in, making sure he was comfortable. They placed Ludivine beside him, ensuring she was within reach. “Good night, Ludo,” they said in unison, giving him a kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo replied, cuddling Ludivine close. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
With that, the girls turned off the lights and left the room, leaving him to fall asleep, still dressed in his frilly pink nightgown, cradling his beloved dolly.

Later that night, Mauranne quietly crept down the hallway to check on Ludo. As she gently pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges was almost masked by the sounds of distant laughter from children still playing outside.
To her surprise, Mauranne noticed that Ludo's eyes were open. He was lying on his side, quietly playing with Ludivine. He was softly whispering to her, oblivious to Mauranne's presence.
Mauranne stepped into the room, her expression shifting from gentle concern to stern disappointment. “Ludo, what are you doing?” she asked in a hushed, but firm tone.
Startled, Ludo sat up quickly, clutching Ludivine close to his chest. “I'm sorry, Miss Mauranne,” he stammered, his eyes wide with guilt. “I couldn't sleep, so I was just talking to Ludivine.“

She walked over to the bed, her stern gaze never leaving Ludo's face. “I told you that little girls need their sleep. You disobeyed me, Ludo, and now I have no choice but to punish you.“
Ludo's lower lip trembled, and he hugged Ludivine tighter. “Please, Miss Mauranne, I'll go to sleep right now. I promise.”
She shook her head. “It's too late for promises, Ludo. You need to learn to follow the rules, even when you think no one is watching.”

She reached down and took Ludivine from his arms, setting the doll gently on the nightstand. “For the rest of the night, Ludivine will stay here. You can have her back in the morning if you've learned to behave.”
Ludo's eyes filled with tears. “No, Miss Mauranne, please don't take Ludivine away. I'll be good, I promise.”
Mauranne remained firm. “You need to understand the importance of following the rules, Ludo. Now, get out of bed.”
Reluctantly, he climbed out of the soft, pink bed. She pulled out a small, pink ribbon from her pocket. “I want you to wear this.” She tied the ribbon into a bow around his hair, creating a more childish look. “This will remind you to behave and follow the rules.”
She guided him to the corner of the room where a small, wooden stool sat. “Sit here and think about why you need to follow the rules,” she instructed, pointing to the stool.

He sat down, the frilly nightgown pooling around him as he did. He kept his eyes downcast, his heart heavy with regret, the ribbon a constant reminder of his disobedience. Mauranne stood by, watching him closely.
After a few minutes of silence, she spoke again, her tone slightly softer. “Ludo, you need to understand that we care about you. That's why we have rules. Do you understand?”
Ludo nodded, sniffling softly. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. I'm sorry.”

“If you want Ludivine back, you'll need to beg for her and promise to be a good little girl,” she said.
Ludo's eyes welled up with tears, and he slid off the stool, crawling over to Mauranne on his knees. “Please, Miss Mauranne, may I have Ludivine back? I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll follow all the rules and go straight to sleep.”
She looked down at him, considering his plea. “You must promise me, Ludo. Say it again.”
Ludo's voice trembled as he repeated, “Please, Miss Mauranne, may I have Ludivine back? I'll be a good girl, I promise. I'll follow all the rules and go straight to sleep.”
Mauranne finally relented, a small smile on her lips. “Alright, Ludo. You've learned your lesson.” She handed Ludivine back to him. “But remember, if you disobey again, the punishment will be more severe.”
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo said, hugging Ludivine tightly. “I promise to be good.”

She helped him back into bed, tucking him in once more. “Good night, Ludo,” she said softly, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
“Good night, Miss Mauranne,” he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He closed his eyes, determined to prove he could be a well-behaved obedient little sister.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 08:03:51 PM: Chapter 7: Meeting Mister Don

Johanna’s boyfriend, Don Timmerman, couldn't hide his frustration. He didn't understand how she could prefer spending so much time with this puny, effeminate Ludo boy, while she had him, a tall, muscular popular boy as a boyfriend.

“Johanna, I’ve got to ask,” Don began, a hint of annoyance in his voice, “why do you waste your time with this Ludo? I don’t get it. He’s such a wimp. I’ve seen him in class, always with his nose in a book, never standing up for himself. Why bother with some loser like that?”
Johanna laughed, shaking her head at Don’s jealousy. She decided it was time to reveal the truth about Ludo’s situation.
“Don, you have nothing to worry about. Ludo is hardly a threat. Let me show you something.”
She pulled out her phone and began showing him her collection of photos, videos, and letters from Ludo. The images showed Ludo in various humiliating situations, dressed in increasingly feminine clothing and performing degrading tasks.
Don’s eyes widened as he looked through the evidence. Then, he burst out laughing, unable to contain his amusement. “Are you serious? This is hilarious! I had no idea he was like this.”
Johanna smiled, pleased with Don’s reaction. “See? There’s nothing to be jealous of. Ludo is just our little plaything. In fact, he loves it.”
Don continued to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is too good. Can I join in? I want to play with him too.”
Johanna considered Don’s request. She saw no reason to deny him; in fact, having Don involved could add a new layer of fun to their games. “Of course, you can join in. Ludo will do whatever we tell him. He’s so submissive!”
Don grinned, already imagining the possibilities. “This is going to be great. I have so many ideas.”

The sun was shining brightly on the day of Johanna's next pool party, the perfect weather to enjoy a refreshing swim. Ludo arrived, dressed in a new, frilly swimsuit that Johanna and Mauranne had picked out for him. It was a bright pink one-piece with ruffled layers and a cute bow at the back. The straps were thin and adorned with tiny, sparkling sequins. The lower part of the swimsuit had an attached tutu-like skirt, fluttering softly with every movement. Ludo also wore matching pink water shoes and a delicate, lace-trimmed swim cap that completed the look.
As he timidly walked towards the pool area, he noticed Don, sitting confidently by the edge, chatting and laughing with Johanna and Mauranne. Don was everything Ludo wasn't, and his presence always made Ludo feel even smaller and shyer in comparison.

When Don spotted him, he let out a hearty laugh. “Well, well, if it isn't our little princess!” he called out, his tone dripping with amusement.
Ludo blushed deeply, looking down at his frilly swimsuit, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever. “H-Hello, Don,” he stammered.
Don stood up, towering over Ludo. “So, Ludo, I hear you've been playing the obedient little girl for my girlfriend and her sister. How about you show me the same respect?” His voice was commanding, leaving no room for argument.
Mauranne, eager to impress Don, stepped forward with a mischievous smile. “Ludo, curtsy and greet Don properly.”
Ludo swallowed hard, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He held the sides of his tutu-like skirt and performed a deep curtsy. “Good afternoon, Mr. Don. How may I serve you today?” he said softly, trying to keep his voice steady.
Don chuckled, clearly enjoying the power dynamic. “That's better. Now, I want you to thank Johanna for teaching me all about your little routines.”
Ludo glanced at Johanna, his eyes pleading for mercy, but her expression was firm. He curtsied again. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, for teaching Mr. Don about my duties,” he said outloud.

“Good girl,” Mauranne laughed. She turned to Don. “You know, Don, I too make Ludo do all sorts of things. He's served us drinks, given us massages, painted our nails – and he always does it with the utmost grace.“
Don's eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? Well, Ludo, I think you should give me a demonstration.” He pointed to the poolside lounge chairs. “Start by bringing me a drink.“
Ludo nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. He curtsied and scurried over to the poolside bar, the ruffles of his swimsuit bouncing with each step. He carefully poured a glass of lemonade, then returned to Don, holding the glass with both hands. He performed another curtsy. “Here is your drink, Mr. Don,” he said, handing the glass to him.
Don took a sip, nodding in approval. “Not bad. Now, how about a massage? My shoulders are a bit tense.”
Ludo knelt behind him, his hands trembling as he began to massage Don's broad shoulders. “Like this, Mr. Don?” he asked tentatively.
Don leaned back, enjoying the attention. “Yeah, that's good. Keep going.“

Mauranne watched with a satisfied smile, then leaned closer to Don, whispering conspiratorially. “You should make him bring snacks and keep the area tidy. He's very attentive to detail.”
Don laughed. “Alright, Ludo. Fetch some snacks for everyone.”
Ludo quickly fetched a tray of snacks from the nearby table. He carefully arranged the assortment of fruits, crackers, and cheese, then brought the tray over to Don, Johanna, and Mauranne. He performed another curtsy before setting the tray down. “Here are your snacks, Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, and Miss Mauranne,” he said politely.
“Good job, Ludo,” Don said, taking a piece of cheese. “Now, keep the area tidy. Make sure everything is in order.“
Ludo nodded and immediately started tidying up around the pool area. He picked up stray towels, straightened lounge chairs, and ensured that everything was in its proper place. Each time he passed Don or the girls, he made sure to curtsy and acknowledge their presence.

Mauranne watched with a satisfied smile, then turned to Don. “Ludo is also very good at making sure we're all comfortable. You should ask him to fluff your pillow or fan you if you get too hot.”
Don grinned. “I like the sound of that. Ludo, fluff my pillow and then fan me. It's a hot day, after all.”
Ludo obediently fetched a fluffy poolside pillow and fluffed it before placing it behind Don's back. He then picked up a large, decorative fan and began fanning Don, making sure to keep the air moving to cool him down. “Is this alright, Mr. Don?” he asked, his voice meek.
“Perfect,” Don replied, lounging back with a satisfied smile. “Keep it up.”

Mauranne continued to recount more of Ludo's past tasks, describing in detail how he would humiliate himself. “You know, Ludo has even danced for us before. It was quite entertaining.”
Don's eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? Well, Ludo, I think it's time for a little performance. Show us one of your dances.”
Ludo's face burned with humiliation, but he complied, performing a small, graceful dance, twirling in his frilly swimsuit. Each spin made the tutu-like skirt flare out, adding to his embarrassment.
Don clapped his hands slowly, clearly entertained. “Nice moves, Ludo. But don't forget to thank us for the privilege.”
Ludo stopped dancing and curtsied deeply, his voice trembling with each word. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don, for allowing me to serve you and perform for you.”
Don leaned back, his smile wide with satisfaction. “I think I could get used to this,” he said, taking another sip of his lemonade. “You've trained him well, ladies.”

Mauranne beamed, happy to have impressed Don. “Thank you, Don. And remember, Ludo, always show respect and gratitude. That's what good little girls do.“
Ludo nodded, feeling utterly humiliated yet completely under their control. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he replied softly, performing one last curtsy for good measure.

The day continued with Ludo serving and obeying every command. He fetched more drinks, tidied up continuously, all while making sure to thank them and curtsy with every task. Each act reinforced his role as their obedient, little plaything, especially under Don's watchful and amused eye.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 08:08:42 PM: Chapter 8: The Romantic Dinner

One evening when his parents were away, Don invited Johanna over for a romantic dinner. Obviously, he was counting on the assistance of his little maid. For the occasion, he bought him a classic French maid uniform. The dress was a glossy black satin with white lace trimmings. It had puffed sleeves that ended just above his elbows, adorned with delicate lace cuffs. The bodice was form-fitting, cinching tightly at his waist, and the skirt flared out in a series of ruffled layers that ended mid-thigh, revealing the tops of his lace-trimmed white stockings.
Around his waist, Ludo wore a white apron with a large bow at the back. It apron had intricate lace details and a pocket where he kept a small, frilly handkerchief. On his feet, he wore black patent leather shoes with a slight heel and white ankle socks with lace frills. To complete the outfit, Don placed a small, lacy headband on Ludo's head.

Don inspected him one last time before allowing him to begin his tasks. “Remember, Ludo, you must be respectful and polite at all times. Address your master and mistress properly, and always curtsy when you speak.”
Ludo nodded, feeling both nervous and determined to fulfill his duties. “Yes Sir,” he replied, performing a deep curtsy.

He spent the day cleaning Don's house meticulously. He dusted every surface, vacuumed the floors, and ensured that each room was spotless. He scrubbed the kitchen counters, polished the silverware, and set the dining table with precision. The table was adorned with a crisp white tablecloth, elegant place settings, and a vase of fresh flowers as the centerpiece.
As evening approached, he moved to the kitchen to prepare the meal. He cooked a sumptuous dinner, following a detailed menu that Don had provided. The aroma of roasted chicken, sautéed vegetables, and freshly baked bread filled the house, creating an inviting atmosphere.
Just before Johanna was scheduled to arrive, he double-checked everything, making sure the house was immaculate and the meal was ready.

When she arrived, looking stunning in a chic evening dress, Don greeted her warmly and led her to the dining room. Ludo curtsied deeply as they entered. “Good evening, Miss Johanna” he said politely. “Dinner is ready to be served.“
Don nodded approvingly. “Excellent, Ludo. You may serve us now.“
Ludo moved with practiced grace, serving the first course – a delicate salad with a light vinaigrette. He ensured that their glasses were always filled with their preferred beverages, constantly attentive to their needs. As he served, he curtsied and thanked them for the opportunity to serve.
“Here is your salad, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said, performing a curtsy as he placed the plate before her. “I hope you enjoy it.”
Johanna smiled, clearly pleased with the arrangement. “Thank you, Ludo. It looks lovely.”

The evening continued with Ludo serving each course, always with a polite curtsy and a soft-spoken acknowledgment. He brought out the main course, presenting it with a flourish. “Roast chicken with sautéed vegetables, Mr. Don and Miss Johanna,” he announced, curtsying again.
Don leaned back, enjoying the meal and the service. “Well done, Ludo. Keep up the good work.”
As they enjoyed their meal, the maid remained nearby, ready to refill glasses, clear plates, and bring out the next course. He served dessert – a decadent chocolate mousse – and then stepped back, waiting for further instructions.

After Johanna and Don had finished their meal, they moved to the living room to to make out on the couch. Ludo began to clear the table, carefully collecting the dishes and taking them to the kitchen. He washed and dried each piece of silverware, plate, and glass with meticulous care, ensuring everything was spotless before putting them away.
Once Johanna decided it was time to leave, Don escorted her to the door, thanking her for a wonderful evening. She thanked her boyfriend for the wonderful service, without a glance at the maid who was standing behind. After she left, Don returned to find Ludo still tidying up.

“Good job tonight, Ludo,” Don said, his tone still authoritative but with a hint of satisfaction. “Now finish up and make sure the kitchen is spotless before you leave.”
Ludo curtsied deeply. “Yes, Mr. Don. Thank you for the opportunity to serve you and Miss Johanna this evening.”

He completed his tasks, scrubbing the countertops, sweeping the floors, and making sure everything was in perfect order.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 08:16:00 PM: Chapter 9: A Whole Weekend

A few weeks later, the girls had the house to themselves again for a whole weekend. Ludo arrived at their house on Friday evening. Right away, he was dressed in a baby pink satin dress with multiple layers of ruffles and lace, puffed sleeves, and a large bow at the back. He wore matching pink knee-high socks with lace trim and shiny patent leather shoes. A pink headband with a large bow completed his look.
Johanna clapped her hands and said, “Alright, Ludo! Show us your twirls!”

He began to spin around the room, his dress flaring out. “Is this good, Miss Johanna?” he asked, trying to keep his movements graceful.
Mauranne sighed dramatically. “Oh, Ludo, you need to twirl more elegantly! And make sure to hold your curtsy longer!”
He tried to comply but was clearly nervous. “Like this, Miss Mauranne?” He deepened his curtsy, but Mauranne was unimpressed.
Johanna frowned. “No, no, you’re still not getting it. Go practice in front of the mirror. And for this, you get to scrub the bathroom sink tomorrow.”

Next, Mauranne set up a tiny tea party. “Ludo, pour us some tea!”
Ludo poured imaginary tea from the tiny teapot. “Would you like some tea, Miss Johanna? Miss Mauranne?”
Johanna took a sip and wrinkled her nose. “This tea isn’t hot enough. It should be steaming! And, Ludo, you need to dance while serving us. It’s not that hard!”
Mauranne added, “Yes, and don’t forget to curtsy after each pour. You’re really not doing well today.”
Ludo danced around, his cheeks red, and poured the imaginary tea with exaggerated care. “I’m sorry, Miss Mauranne,” he said as he curtsied after each pour.
Mauranne snapped, “You’re still not doing it right. Tomorrow you’ll clean the living room floors.”

Next, Johanna picked out accessories from a box. “Put this bonnet on, Ludo.”
Johanna placed the bonnet on Ludo’s head, and Mauranne added a feathered boa. “Now pose for us!”
Ludo struck a pose, trying to look graceful. “How do I look, Miss Mauranne?”
Mauranne sighed loudly. “You need to do more dramatic poses! And don’t slouch! If you don’t get it right, you’ll have to clean the entire house later.”
Johanna added, “Yes, and make sure you’re smiling. Now, do it again!”
Ludo posed again, trying to follow their instructions. Mauranne and Johanna seemed only marginally pleased but still added cleaning of the entire house for the next day as a punishment.

Then, Johanna and Mauranne set up a runway. “Walk the runway, Ludo!”
He walked back and forth, trying to be graceful. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said with each turn, curtsying deeply.
Mauranne scowled. “You’re still not doing it right. Your walks are too stiff! Do it again. And while you’re at it, you’re going to iron all the clothes in the laundry room tomorrow.”

Ludo redid the runway walk, his face showing signs of frustration. “Is this better, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, hoping to get it right this time.
Johanna and Mauranne only grudgingly nodded, making sure he understood that his performance was still not up to their standards.
After a long evening of having fun and being served, the girls went to bed telling him to clean up the mess he had made in the house.

The next morning, he woke up early, dressed in his French maid uniform and prepared breakfast.
He entered Johanna's bedroom with the breakfast tray. “Good morning, Miss Johanna,” he said softly.
She inspected the tray and frowned. “The juice isn’t cold enough. And the croissants are not arranged properly!”
He quickly ran to the kitchen to add ice cubes and he then re-arranged the croissants. Johanna watched him closely, clearly exasperated. “Thank you for your patience with me, Miss Johanna,” he said, his voice trembling.
She dismissed him without a word.

He entered Mauranne's bedroom with the second breakfast tray. “Good morning, Miss Mauranne.”
“You're late. This is unacceptable!” she scolded him, “Now you need to clean the entire bathroom as well.”

After breakfast, Ludo made the beds, tucking in the sheets and arranging the pillows.
Mauranne inspected the beds and immediately noticed a wrinkle. “This bed is not made properly! And look at these pillows; they’re not fluffed enough!”
Johanna joined in, “This is not acceptable. Go redo it. And you’re also going to clean the windows in the living room.”
Ludo adjusted the sheets and fluffed the pillows again. “Is this better now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, trying to meet their exacting standards.
Johanna and Mauranne sighed. “Finally, but you still need to clean the windows.”

All morning, Ludo cleaned the house, starting with dusting surfaces, vacuuming, and cleaning the windows. Johanna and Mauranne followed behind, inspecting his work.
Mauranne found a spot of dust. “You missed this area. And the windows aren’t spotless!”
Johanna added, “You need to do it all over again. And remember, you’re also going to be scrubbing the floors.”
Ludo re-dusted the surfaces and cleaned the windows again. “Is this acceptable, Miss Mauranne?” he asked.
Mauranne said, “It’s a bit better, but you’re still scrubbing the floors.”

Ludo did the laundry, sorted it, and ironed the clothes. Mauranne checked the ironing.
“This shirt isn’t pressed well enough. And this pair of pants has wrinkles!” Mauranne snapped.
Johanna agreed, “You need to redo the ironing. And for your mistake, you’ll also be cleaning the gutters outside.”
Ludo ironed the clothes again. “Is this correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, exhausted.
Johanna nodded with an air of finality. “Yes, but remember, you still have more to do.”

His only “break” was to prepare the lunch. But, when Johanna and Mauranne tasted the meal Johanna frowned. “This salad is under-seasoned. It’s not acceptable!”
Mauranne added, “It isn’t mixed properly. Re-make it, and you’ll also be tidying up the garden.”
Ludo re-seasoned and mixed the salad again. “Is it better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, feeling defeated.
Johanna and Mauranne looked at the meal, somewhat satisfied. “It’s better. But don’t forget the garden.”

After lunch, Ludo ironed clothes again. Mauranne found a few wrinkles.
“You’ve missed some spots,” she said with a sigh. “Redo it and make sure you get every wrinkle out. And you’ll also be shining my shoes.”
Ludo re-ironed the clothes and then shine the shoes. “Is this correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, hoping for a reprieve.
Johanna nodded reluctantly. “Yes, it’s finally acceptable. But you still have the garden.”

He thought he would never end it. However, in the evening, when his mistresses' meal was ready, he was made to play the role of a little sister again. He was dressed in a pastel-colored, frilly dress with a petticoat, knee-high socks with bows, and a lacy headband.
Johanna and Mauranne set up a tea party with plush toys. “Come on, little sister, let’s play tea party!” Johanna said with a hint of impatience.
Ludo served imaginary tea. “Would you like some tea, Mr. Bear?”
Mauranne sighed. “This is supposed to be fun. You need to be more enthusiastic! And don’t forget to curtsy after serving each toy. And now, you will eat your mixed vegetables unheated.”
Ludo tried to comply, his face showing his growing frustration. “Thank you for playing with me, Miss Mauranne,” he said.

During dinner, for his reluctance to eat his plate of cold mixed vegetables, he was deprived of dessert and sent to bed just after clearing the table and tidying the kitchen.
Johanna and Mauranne still read him a bedtime story. He listened attentively, trying to stay engaged.
Johanna finished the story and said, “Alright, now it’s time to put your baby doll to bed.”
Ludo rocked the doll, singing softly. “Sleep tight, Ludivine.”
Mauranne, exasperated, said, “You’re still not doing it right. Ludivine needs to be more cuddled. And you’ll have to redo all the bedtime chores.”
Ludo re-cuddled the doll and followed the bedtime routine again. “Is this better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked.
Mauranne said, “Finally, but you’ll still need to clean up your room before bed.”

On Sunday morning, Ludo dressed in his French maid outfit and prepared breakfast. He made sure the meal included pastries, eggs Benedict, and fruit.
“Good morning, Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,” he said as they entered the kitchen.
Johanna looked at the table. “The eggs Benedict aren’t warm enough. And the fruit isn’t arranged properly.”
Mauranne added, “You need to redo it and don’t forget to scrub the bathroom sinks.”
Ludo adjusted the meal and cleaned the sinks again. “Is it acceptable now, Miss Johanna?” he asked.
Johanna and Mauranne nodded, though their expressions were still stern. “Yes, but you still have more tasks.”

After another morning of work Ludo prepared a roast dinner for Sunday lunch. He followed the recipe carefully and presented the meal well.
Johanna tasted the food and said, “The roast isn’t cooked evenly. It’s not acceptable.”
Mauranne agreed, “And the vegetables are overcooked. Redo the meal, and you’ll also need to sweep the driveway.”
Ludo re-cooked the roast and fixed the vegetables. “Is this better now, Miss Mauranne?” he asked, hoping for their approval.
Johanna and Mauranne looked at the meal and nodded. “Yes, but don’t forget the driveway.”

After lunch, Ludo cleaned up the kitchen and dining area. He washed, dried, and put away dishes, polished countertops, and tidied up.
Mauranne found a spot of grease on the countertop. “You missed this area. Clean it properly, and you’ll also need to mow the lawn.”

Ludo cleaned the countertop and mowed the lawn. “Is everything correct now, Miss Johanna?” he asked, feeling exhausted.
Johanna finally said, “Yes, it’s acceptable now. You may thank us and leave.”
“I think we deserve a thank you letter after all this weekend,” Mauranne added.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on July 26, 2024, 08:22:48 PM: Chapter 10: The Letter To Miss Johanna And Miss Mauranne

Dear Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,

i am writing to express my deepest thanks for the wonderful weekend i spent with You both. It was truly an honor and a privilege to be of service.

On Friday evening, being your little dolly was a unique experience. i hope my attempts at twirling, serving tea, and posing met Your expectations, despite the challenges.

Saturday’s tasks, from preparing breakfast to cleaning the house and ironing clothes, were completed with the utmost care. i took every correction to heart and worked diligently to meet Your standards. Playing the role of Your little sister and following the bedtime routine after my very healthy meal was both humbling and rewarding.

Sunday’s meal preparation and clean-up were a testament to my commitment to Your satisfaction. i hope the roast and other meals were to your liking, and i appreciate your patience in guiding me through each task.

Thank You again for the opportunity to serve You and for Your hospitality. i look forward to any future occasions where i can be of service.

With the deepest respect and gratitude,

Your humble maid and little sister Ludo
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 06:21:59 AM: Chapter 11: In The Schoolyard

During recess, Ludo was walking towards the edge of the playground when he spotted Don and Johanna waiting for him by a cluster of large, overgrown bushes. The area was secluded, shielded from view by the thick foliage.
“Ludo,” Don called out with a grin, “come over here.”
Ludo approached them, his heart racing slightly as he wondered what task awaited him. He noticed that Don looked particularly smug, while Johanna had a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Hello, Miss Johanna. Hello, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, attempting to sound cheerful despite his anxiety.
“Ludo,” Don said with a smirk, “we’ve got a little task for you.”
Ludo, feeling the familiar pang of anxiety, nodded respectfully. “Yes, Mr. Don? What would you like me to do?”
Johanna stepped forward. “We just want to remind you of your role,” she said. “So, here’s what you’re going to do.”
Johanna and Don exchanged a look before Johanna continued. “You’re going to do a series of five deep curtsies right here, right now. And then you will bend down until until your knee touches the ground so you can kiss the ground in front of us And each time, you’re going to thank us for reminding you of your place.”
Ludo nodded, looking discreetly behind him. “Yes, Miss Johanna.”
He took a deep breath and began performing the curtsies. With each deep bend of his knees, he kept his eyes lowered and his posture as graceful as possible. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you Mr. Don,” he said after the first curtsy.
Don watched with an amused expression, his arms crossed. “Make sure you’re really showing us how grateful you are, Ludo. We expect you to really show your appreciation.”
Ludo, trying to keep his composure, repeated the curtsies with more emphasis. “Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”
Johanna interjected, “And remember, every time you do something wrong, we’re here to remind you. We don’t want to have to do it too often.”
Ludo’s face grew warmer with each repetition, but he continued, striving to meet their expectations. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you, Mr. Don.”
After the fifth curtsy, he stood with his back slightly hunched, feeling the weight of his position. Johanna nodded approvingly. “That’s much better, Ludo. Remember, you need to stay humble and always be ready to show your respect.”
Don added, “And if you forget again, don’t think we won’t remind you.”
Johanna and Don exchanged satisfied glances before nodding to Ludo. “You can go now,” Johanna said with a touch of finality.
Ludo gave a final curtsey. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. Thank you, Mr. Don.”
He walked away from the hidden corner, his steps quickening as he returned to the more open areas of the playground.

Another day they Don and Johanna beckoned Ludo to follow them in their hidden corner, their faces set with an air of authoritative mischief. As they reached the corner, Don leaned casually against the fence, while Johanna stood with a confident stance, her arms crossed.
Don smiled broadly and then pointed to a large, overflowing trash bin near the bushes. “We’ve got a little task for you today,” he said, his tone teasing. “This trash bin is full, and we need it emptied. But there’s a catch.”
Ludo raised an eyebrow, curious. “A catch Mr. Don?”
Johanna nodded, crossing her arms. “Yes, Ludo. We need you to sort through the trash and make sure there’s nothing valuable or recyclable in there. We want it done thoroughly.”
Ludo sighed softly, not thrilled at the idea. “Alright, Miss Johanna. I’ll get started.”
He approached the trash bin, which was packed full with various scraps of paper, plastic, and food wrappers. He began to carefully sift through the contents.
“Be thorough, Ludo!” Don called out, his tone slightly mocking. “We don’t want any mistakes.”
Ludo nodded, pulling out items one by one. “Yes, Mr. Don,” he said, trying to stay focused.
He carefully sorted through the trash, setting aside recyclable materials and discarded items that seemed important. Each time he found something, he glanced over at Don and Johanna for approval.
After a few minutes, Johanna stepped closer, a smirk on her face. “Make sure to check every single piece of trash,” she said. “And don’t forget to clean up any mess you make. We wouldn’t want the playground to be dirty.”
Ludo complied, picking up every piece of paper and wrapper that fell from the bin. “Is this alright, Miss Johanna?” he asked, holding up a crumpled paper.
Johanna inspected his work closely. “Hmm, not quite,” she said. “You missed a few items. And remember, you need to be extra careful. We don’t want any messes left behind.”
“I’m sorry, Miss Johanna. I’ll do it better,” he said, feeling the weight of their expectations. He went back to work, making sure to pick up every small piece of trash and wipe down the area around the bin.
After a thorough search and cleanup, Ludo stood by the empty trash bin, his clothes slightly rumpled and his hands smeared with bits of trash.
Johanna and Don exchanged glances, and Johanna finally nodded with approval. “Alright, Ludo. It looks much better now.”
Ludo sighed in relief. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said with genuine gratitude, knowing that his master and mistresses would always find new ways to test his dedication and obedience.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 06:31:46 AM: Chapter 12: The Punishments

It was a beautiful Friday after school had ended, and Johanna and Mauranne's house was once again free of adults. Ludo wore a pastel pink, knee-length dress made of soft cotton with a high waistline, puffed sleeves, and delicate lace trim. The dress featured a large satin bow at the back and a frilly, layered skirt that swished with every step. His hair was styled with a matching pink headband adorned with a small bow. Completing the look were white knee-high socks with lace edges and shiny patent leather shoes.
He was engaged in his usual set of tasks around the house: he had been meticulously dusting surfaces and vacuuming the carpet. He moved gracefully, his dress twirling slightly with each step. He made sure every corner was spotless, checking under the furniture and polishing the coffee table to a gleaming shine. He was also tasked with preparing an assortment of snacks for Don, Johanna, and Mauranne. The kitchen was next on Ludo’s list. He wiped down countertops, organized the cabinets, and ensured the sink was free of any dishes. He also refilled the cookie jar, ensuring that the kitchen was inviting and ready for their next snack.
As he completed his tasks, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne gathered in the living room.

“Ludo,” Don called out, “I’ve got a new challenge for you.”
Ludo, slightly nervous, approached Don, his dress rustling softly. “Yes, Mr. Don?” he asked, trying to maintain his composure.
Don smiled, clearly enjoying the situation. “I want you to review your performance over the past few days. Think about any mistakes you might have made and suggest punishments for yourself.”
Ludo's heart sank. He knew he had performed his duties flawlessly. However, contradicting Don was not an option. He had to find a way to fulfill Don's request while maintaining his role. He took a deep breath, knowing that the process of self-criticism and punishment was about to begin.
He began to mentally review his recent tasks, searching for any minor errors or omissions he could use as justification for self-punishment. He knew he had to be inventive and convincing.
He thought hard, trying to recall any minor mistakes that might serve his purpose.

“Well, Mr. Don,” Ludo began hesitantly, “I noticed a small smudge on the kitchen counter that I didn’t catch. Also, I’m afraid the cookies might not have been arranged as perfectly as they could have been.”
He pondered what appropriate punishments would be a fitting consequence, one that would satisfy Don’s expectations and reinforce the lesson.
“For the smudge,” Ludo continued, “I believe a fitting punishment would be to scrub the kitchen floor on my hands and knees. And for the cookies, perhaps I could redo the arrangement and then be responsible for cleaning the entire kitchen again.”
Don listened to Ludo's suggestions with an amused expression, clearly enjoying the game. “Hmm, that sounds reasonable,” Don said, clearly pleased with Ludo’s effort to comply. “But remember, Ludo, the key is to really feel the consequences of your actions.”
Ludo nodded earnestly. “Yes, Mr. Don. I understand. Thank you Mr. Don.”
His cheeks flushed as he set to work, scrubbing the kitchen floor and re-arranging the cookies with painstaking care.
Don watched with satisfaction, occasionally offering a comment or two to ensure Ludo stayed focused on his tasks. “Make sure you don’t miss any spots,” he said, his tone carrying an edge of authority.

Mauranne approached him, crossed her arms and looked down at him, clearly enjoying the situation.
“Ludo,” she began, her tone both sweet and commanding, “I think you need to show a bit more dedication. After all, it’s important to really feel the weight of your mistakes.”
Ludo, still on his hands and knees, looked up at her, his face flushed. “Yes, Miss Mauranne?” he replied, trying to keep his composure.
Mauranne tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I have a few more ideas for you. Let’s add a little extra touch to your punishments.”
Ludo’s heart sank, but he remained silent, awaiting her instructions.
“First,” she said, “I want you to stand in the middle of the living room and give a loud, heartfelt apology for your errors.”
Ludo rose and walked to the center of the living room. With Johanna and Don watching, he cleared his throat.
“I’m very sorry, Miss Johanna, Mr. Don, and Miss Mauranne, for not doing my tasks perfectly. I promise to do better in the future and ensure there are no mistakes.”
His voice was soft and faltering, and he felt a flush of shame as he spoke. Johanna and Don exchanged amused glances while Mauranne looked on approvingly.
Mauranne then instructed Ludo to perform a series of exaggerated, graceful gestures. “Now, Ludo, I want you to curtsy and thank us.”
Ludo complied, curtsying deeply to each of them in turn. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”
Next, Mauranne decided to make Ludo’s task more tedious. “I want you to re-arrange the cookies and then make a list of each cookie type and its position on the tray. After that, you need to tell us about every mistake you made during the task.”
Ludo groaned inwardly but began the process. He meticulously re-arranged the cookies, made a detailed list, and then had to recount each mistake he imagined he had made, even though there were none.
“Since you’re already doing a great job,” she said with a sly smile, “I think it would be fitting for you to dance in front of us as a little reward for your hard work. Show us how well you can perform.”

Ludo complied. He performed a shaky, awkward dance, trying to maintain the graceful demeanor expected of him. The sight of him twirling and moving awkwardly in his girlish dress elicited giggles from Johanna and Mauranne, while Don watched with a satisfied grin.
“Alright, Ludo,” she said after what felt like hours, “You’ve done enough. We’re satisfied with your effort.”
Ludo finished his tasks with a deep curtsy to each of them. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. Thank you, Mr. Don. Thank you, Miss Johanna.”

“Ludo,” Johanna said with a gentle tone, “you’ve done such a good job today. I think you deserve a reward. Please, choose what you’d like.”
Ludo, exhausted but deeply aware of the underlying expectations, knew that any reward he requested should reflect his role and further solidify his subservience. He took a deep breath, carefully considering his response. He wanted his choice to reinforce his role while showing his genuine gratitude. Finally, he looked up at Johanna with a humble expression.
“Miss Johanna,” he began, “I’d like to request a special way to show my appreciation and acknowledge my place. If it pleases you, I would be honored to perform a task that directly demonstrates my respect and gratitude.”
Johanna’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. “Oh? And what do you have in mind?”
Ludo, feeling a bit nervous but resolute, responded, “Please Miss Johanna, may I massage your feet?”
Johanna’s smile widened in approval. “That sounds very fitting, Ludo. I’m pleased to see how well you understand your role.”
Ludo set up a small area with comfortable cushions and a soft blanket for Johanna, Mauranne, and Don to rest their feet.
He approached Johanna first. With great care, he gently lifted her feet and began a soothing foot massage. Johanna relaxed into her seat, visibly enjoying the pampering.
“Please, Miss Johanna, I hope this is to your liking,” Ludo said softly as he worked.
After Johanna, Ludo moved to Mauranne, who had also seated herself comfortably. He repeated the process with equal care, his hands moving methodically as he worked on her feet. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. It’s an honor to serve you,” he said, trying to convey his respect through his actions.
Finally, Ludo approached Don and carefully massaged his feet, maintaining a posture of deep respect. “Please, Mr. Don, let me know if I can make you more comfortable,” he said, his tone earnest and submissive.
After each massage, he performed a deep curtsy, his dress swishing gracefully with each movement.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna, for allowing me to show my dedication,” he said with a deep curtsy. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne, for your guidance and support.” Another curtsy followed. “And thank you, Mr. Don, for your leadership. Serving you is an honor.”

To further demonstrate his commitment, Ludo offered retrieved and arranged their shoes neatly, cleaned the area where they had been seated, and ensured that their comfort was maintained throughout.
Johanna smiled warmly, clearly pleased with Ludo’s choice.
“Alright, Ludo. Your dedication and understanding of your role are passable,” Johanna said.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 06:42:43 AM: Chapter 13: Signs Of Affection

At Don’s suggestion, Ludo gently knelt beside his master who, comfortably seated in an armchair, extended his hand and began to stroke Ludo’s hair absentmindedly. The gesture was casual yet carried a sense of ownership and control.
Ludo felt a profound sense of happiness and fulfillment in this position. He leaned into Don’s touch, his eyes closing momentarily in contentment. The simple act of being close to Don, receiving his attention, filled him with a deep sense of gratitude and devotion.
With each stroke of Don’s hand through his hair, Ludo’s heart swelled with affection for his master. He responded by nuzzling closer to Don’s legs.

Johanna and Mauranne watched the scene unfold with amusement. Johanna, leaning back with a smirk, exchanged a knowing glance with Mauranne. Trying to contain her laughter, she nudged Johanna and said, “Look at him, Johanna. He’s practically glowing.”
Johanna chuckled softly, “It’s so cute to see him so content. He really understands his place.”
As Don continued to stroke Ludo’s hair, the girls couldn’t help but giggle at the display. Ludo remained blissfully content. After several minutes of this calming interaction, Don looked down at Ludo with a warm, approving smile. His expression conveyed both satisfaction and affection. He paused his stroking for a moment and said, “You’re a good girl, Ludo.”
The praise from Don was like a balm to Ludo’s soul. He melted completely at the words, feeling an intense surge of happiness and pride. His heart fluttered, and a soft, radiant smile spread across his face. The term “good girl” resonated deeply with him, reinforcing his sense of purpose and fulfillment in his role.
“Thank you, Mr. Don,” he whispered softly, his voice filled with sincerity. “It means so much to hear that from you.”

Mauranne, with a teasing smile, said, “Well, isn’t this just charming? Look at how you’re melting for Don. What about us, Ludo? Don’t we deserve a little of that attention too?”
Johanna, catching on to the game, added, “Yes, Ludo, we’re feeling a bit left out. Maybe you need to show us just how much you appreciate us too.”
Ludo eagerly complied. He carefully moved and positioned himself gracefully at Mauranne’s feet. Mauranne, sitting comfortably, extended her legs slightly and motioned for Ludo to come closer. As he moved in, she gently placed her feet on his lap.
Ludo, looking up with adoration, began to softly pet her feet. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. “I’m so grateful for your kindness.”
Mauranne, amused and delighted by Ludo’s attention, began to gently stroke his hair. “You’re such a good little puppy, Ludo,” she said with a teasing tone. “So obedient and affectionate.”

After attending to Mauranne, Ludo moved to Johanna’s side. She extended her legs in a similar fashion. Ludo repeated the affectionate gesture, petting her feet with devotion.
Johanna smiled. She ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re really outdoing yourself, Ludo,” she said, her tone both approving and amused. “So sweet and obedient.”
Mauranne and Johanna began to cuddle him, treating him like their little puppy.
Mauranne reached down and gently pulled Ludo closer, wrapping her arm around him in a comforting embrace. “You’re such a good girl,” she said softly.
Johanna joined in, stroking Ludo’s head gently and offering a similar embrace. “Yes, Ludo, you’re doing so well.”
Ludo nuzzled closer to them, his eyes shining with happiness.
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said softly, his voice full of sincerity. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. I’m so happy to be of service to you both.”

“Ludo,” Don said, his voice carrying a tone of authority, “come back here.”
Ludo, immediately responding to the command, gracefully moved from his position to knelt in front of Don.
He gently wrapped his arms around Don’s waist in a tender embrace. He pressed his cheek against Don’s lap, his head resting comfortably as he hugged his master’s waist.
Don placed a hand on Ludo’s head, gently stroking his hair.
“That’s a good girl,” he said softly.
As he remained nestled at Don’s side, Ludo whispered softly, “Thank you, Mr. Don. I’m so happy to be here with you.”

Don's fingers, initially soothing, began to lightly tickle Ludo’s neck and sides. Ludo’s reaction was immediate and intense; he started to giggle uncontrollably. The sensation of Don’s tickling fingers was both unexpected and overwhelming, sending waves of laughter.
He tried to suppress it, but found it nearly impossible. He squirmed and wriggled under Don’s playful assault, his laughter echoing through the room.
“Please, Mr. Don,” Ludo managed to say between fits of giggles, “Stop… I can’t… I’m laughing too much!”
Despite his pleas, Don continued to tickle Ludo. Johanna and Mauranne approached and began to tickle him as well. It was more than he could handle.
With each new tickle, his laughter grew louder and his attempts to beg for mercy became increasingly desperate. “Please, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne… I’ll do anything!” he laughed out, his voice barely audible through the giggles.

Johanna, with a playful and slightly stern tone, said, “If you want us to stop, Ludo, you need to kiss each one of us. On the hand, the cheek, the foot—whatever you can.”
Ludo, managing to get to his knees with great difficulty, approached Johanna first. He pressed a gentle kiss to her outstretched hand. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said, still chuckling.
Next, he moved to Mauranne. He leaned in to place a soft kiss on her cheek, his face flushed from the tickling and laughter. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said with a smile.
Finally, he approached Don and awkwardly bent down to kiss his foot, the most challenging task due to his ticklish state. “Thank you, Mr. Don,” he managed to say, his voice filled with laughter.

Once Ludo had completed the kisses, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne finally ceased their tickling. They stepped back, their smiles reflecting their amusement and satisfaction.
Ludo, still on the ground and catching his breath, looked up at them with a grateful expression. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don,” he said, his voice filled with heartfelt gratitude. “I’m so grateful for everything.”
After the playful session, he was eager to show his gratitude through his efforts in preparing a delicious meal for his master and mistresses.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 06:55:53 AM: Chapter 14: The Baby Sister

However, as he finished setting the table, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne gathered around with a mixture of amusement and mischief.
“Ludo,” Johanna began, “we’ve decided that tonight you’ll spend the evening as our little sister, not as a maid.”
Ludo’s eyes widened in surprise. “But… but I’ve prepared a special meal for you all,” he said, a hint of confusion and disappointment in his voice.
Mauranne, with a teasing smile, added, “Yes, and we’re going to dress you up and feed you like a little girl. No more grown-up duties tonight.”

Johanna and Mauranne led Ludo to a bedroom where they had prepared a set of childlike pajamas for him. The one-piece pajamas were a pastel pink, adorned with cute animal patterns They helped him into the pajamas, which had a snap-up front and a hood with little bear ears.
He was led to the dining area where, instead of the delicious meal he had prepared, there was a plate of pureed green vegetables waiting for him. The cutlery was tiny, along with a bib that read “Sweetie Pie” in large, colorful letters.
As Ludo sat down at the table, his face fell at the sight of the pureed vegetables. He had a difficult time hiding his displeasure. “But… I really don’t like these vegetables,” Ludo whined, his voice taking on a tone of a petulant child.
Mauranne, with a smirk, said, “Well, Ludo, you’re going to eat them anyway!”
Don said with irritation, “You’re going to eat every bite of that meal, Ludo. No complaints. If you don’t, there will be consequences.”
Ludo’s face flushed with embarrassment and distress. He glanced down at the pureed vegetables, feeling a lump form in his throat. His eyes began to well up, but he tried to hold back tears. The sight of Don’s stern expression made him shiver with apprehension.
“Please, Mr. Don,” Ludo begged, his voice quivering. “I really can’t eat this.”
Don’s expression hardened. “No, Ludo. You will eat what’s in front of you. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Ludo, trembling, picked up the tiny spoon, his hands shaking. He began to eat the pureed vegetables, each spoonful making him gag slightly. He tried to hold back his retching, but the disgusting taste made it difficult. Tears streamed down his face as he forced himself to eat.

When he thought he had finished Don grabbed him by the neck. “Lick the plate! I don't want to see any more green. Lick it clean until it shines!“
He then wiped his mouth with the bib, his face red from the effort and embarrassment.
Ludo stood up and, with great effort, performed a deep curtsey. His eyes were still damp, but he managed to look up at Don, Johanna, and Mauranne with a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don,” Ludo said, his voice trembling but sincere. “I’m very grateful for this delicious meal.”

“Ludo,” Johanna said, her voice gentle but firm, “while we clear the table, we want you to play with your dolly. We’ll join you soon.”
Ludo nodded obediently, his face still slightly flushed from the difficult meal. He walked over to the play area they had set up for him.
He sat down on the soft rug and picked up Ludivine. He cradled her gently in his arms. His fingers brushed through the doll’s synthetic hair as he whispered softly, “Hello, sweetie. Mommy’s here.”

Next, he arranged the girl's stuffed animals in a circle around him. There was a teddy bear, a bunny, and a puppy—all with friendly, stitched-on smiles. He began to pretend they were having a tea party, using his imagination to fill in the gaps.
“Mr. Teddy,” Ludo said in a high-pitched, childlike voice, “would you like some tea? Oh, of course you would! Here you go.”
He mimed pouring tea into an imaginary cup and handed it to the teddy bear. He then moved on to the bunny and the puppy, offering them tea and cookies in a similar fashion.
Meanwhile, in the dining area, Don, Johanna, and Mauranne chatted quietly among themselves, occasionally glancing over at him to ensure he was immersed in his play.

Despite the childishness of the activity, he found a strange comfort in the simplicity of playing with the dolls and stuffed animals.
“Now, Miss Bunny,” Ludo continued, picking up the stuffed rabbit, “it’s your turn to speak. What do you have to say?”
He made the bunny nod and pretended it spoke in a squeaky voice, “Thank you, Ludo! This tea is wonderful!”
Ludo giggled softly, his earlier discomfort fading away as he immersed himself in the playful scenario. The act of nurturing his doll and engaging with his toys brought a sense of calm and contentment.
Once the table was cleared, Johanna, Mauranne, and Don returned to the play area.
Ludo looked up at them, his face lighting up with a smile. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don,” he said. Despite being in his pajamas, he stood up and performed a deep curtsey, his movements graceful and practiced. “I’m very grateful for this evening and the chance to play like the good girl I am.”
Johanna, Mauranne, and Don settled onto the large, comfortable sofa in the living room.
Johanna patted the spot next to her and said, “Come here, Ludo.”
She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close. Mauranne, sitting on the other side, did the same, creating a warm, secure cocoon around him. Don, watching with a fond smile, leaned in closer to join the embrace.
“Yes, you’ve been such a good girl tonight, Ludo,” Mauranne said softly, stroking his hair. “We’re very proud of you.”
Ludo, feeling the gentle caress, closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. I’m happy to make you proud.”
Johanna kissed the top of his head, and Don reached out and began to caress it. His large hand provided a comforting touch that made Ludo feel safe and valued. “You’re a good girl, Ludo,” Don said, his voice deep and reassuring. “You’ve done well.”
Ludo snuggled close. “Thank you, Mr. Don,” he said in his soft voice.

For a while, the room was filled with the quiet sounds of contentment. Ludo, enveloped in the warmth and affection of his master and mistresses, felt at peace. Johanna and Mauranne continued to stroke his hair and back, while Don’s hand rested protectively on his shoulder.
Eventually, they shifted positions slightly. Ludo found himself lying down with his head resting on Johanna’s lap, his legs stretched out over Mauranne’s.
Johanna gently stroked his cheek and said, “Close your eyes, Ludo. Just relax.”
Ludo obeyed, closing his eyes and letting out a soft, contented sigh. The soothing words and gentle touches lulled him into a state of blissful relaxation.

He whispered, “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don. I’m so grateful for your love and care. I’ll always do my best to make you happy.”
“Alright, Ludo,” Johanna said softly, “it’s time to get ready for beddybye. Let’s get you all set for a good night’s sleep.”
Ludo, feeling relaxed and content from the cuddles, nodded and sat up, still nestled between Johanna and Mauranne.
Johanna started by getting his toothbrush ready, putting a small amount of toothpaste on it. “Here you go, Ludo,” she said, handing it to him with a smile.
Ludo took the toothbrush with a grateful nod. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said, beginning to brush his teeth. Mauranne filled a small basin with warm water and laid out a soft washcloth. “Once you’re done brushing, we’ll wash your face and hands,” she instructed gently.
With his face and hands clean, they led Ludo back to the bedroom, where his bed was already prepared with soft, plush bedding and his favorite dolly. Ludo cradled Ludivine in his arms, feeling a wave of affection.

Don helped him into bed, Johanna picked up a picture book and sat beside the bed. “Would you like a bedtime story?” she asked.
Ludo nodded eagerly. “Yes, please, Miss Johanna.”
As the story ended, Johanna closed the book and leaned in to kiss Ludo’s forehead. “Goodnight, Ludo. Sweet dreams.”
Mauranne followed suit, giving Ludo a kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well, little sister. We’ll see you in the morning.”
Don, with a gentle smile, leaned down and ruffled Ludo’s hair one last time. “Goodnight, Ludo. You’ve been a very good girl today.”
Ludo, feeling overwhelmed with affection and care, whispered, “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, and Mr. Don. I’m so grateful for everything. Goodnight.”

Later that night, Ludo had an urgent need to pee. He waddled to the hallway, feeling the constraints of his one-piece pajamas. He tried to unzip them but quickly realized he couldn’t do it on his own. Panic started to set in as he fumbled with the zipper.
Just as he was beginning to feel desperate, Don emerged from one of the rooms. “Ludo, what are you doing up at this hour?” he asked sternly.
Ludo looked up at Don, his eyes wide and pleading. “I’m sorry, Mr. Don. I need to go to the toilet, but I can’t get my pajamas off by myself,” he explained, his voice trembling.
Don sighed, clearly exasperated. “You should have called for help instead of wandering around. You know better, Ludo. This kind of behavior will have consequences.”
Tears welled up in Ludo’s eyes as he clutched his doll even tighter. “I’m really sorry, Mr. Don. I promise I’ll call for help next time. Please don’t be too angry with me.”
Despite his annoyance, Don gently unzipped the pajamas, helping Ludo out of them. “Alright, let’s get you to the toilet,” he said, guiding him to the bathroom.
“Thank you for helping me despite my bad behaviour Mr. Don,” Ludo whispered.
After Ludo had finished, Don helped him back into his pajamas, zipping them up carefully. “You need to remember to ask for help, Ludo. Tomorrow, we’ll discuss your punishment,” Don said firmly but not unkindly.
“Yes, Mr. Don. I’ll be good. Thank you so much.”

Don led Ludo back to his bed, tucking him in securely once more. He brushed a hand through his hair and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, Ludo. Sleep well.”
Ludo, still clutching his doll, looked up at Don with a mixture of relief and gratitude. “Thank you, Mr. Don. Goodnight.”
Don turned off the light and quietly left the room. Ludo, now feeling both the weight of his mistake and the comfort of Don’s care, drifted back to sleep, clutching his doll close. He knew that tomorrow would bring a discussion about his punishment, but for now, he was safe and cared for, ready to rest until morning.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 07:00:01 AM: Chapter 15: Learning His Lesson

Johanna and Mauranne were already seated at the table, enjoying their breakfast. They greeted Ludo with warm smiles.
“Good morning, Ludo,” Johanna said. “Come and have your breakfast.”
“Good morning, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne,” he replied, curtseying as usual. He took his seat at the table, where a bowl of oatmeal with fruit awaited him.
After breakfast, Ludo’s anxiety increased as he awaited the next steps. Don entered the room, his authoritative presence commanding immediate attention.

“Ludo, stand up and come here,” he ordered.
Ludo obeyed immediately, standing before Don with his head bowed and his doll clutched to his chest.
“Ludo, you need to learn the importance of following the rules,” Don said. “Last night you didn’t, and now you must face the consequences.”
“For not asking for help, you will have to write lines,” Don declared. “You will write, ‘I must ask for help when I need it and follow the rules,’ 100 times.”
He handed Ludo a lined notebook and a pen. “You need to complete this punishment within two hours, otherwise it will be doubled,” he said. “Make sure each line is written neatly and correctly.”
“Yes, Mr. Don. I understand. I’m sorry for my behavior.”

Ludo settled at a small desk set up for him, and diligently began the tedious task of writing lines.
After a while, Don came over to check on his progress. “How’s it going, Ludo?” he asked.
“It’s going well, Mr. Don,” Ludo replied, though his handwriting was beginning to show signs of fatigue.
Ludo completed his lines on time and presented the notebook to Don.
Don reviewed the lines carefully, then nodded. “Your writing is neat, Ludo. This punishment is complete,” he said. “Now, you need to apologize properly.”

Ludo, still clutching his doll, knelt in front of Johanna, Mauranne, and Don, one at a time. “I’m very sorry, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, Mr. Don. I promise to ask for help when I need it and to follow the rules,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
After the punishment, he was dressed in a frilly, pastel-colored dress with puffed sleeves and lace trim, and he spent the rest of the day playing with his dolls under the supervision of Johanna and Mauranne.
In the evening, he was dressed him in another set of one-piece pajamas, this time with a cute unicorn print, and had a bow placed in his hair.

For dinner, he sat at the table, again using toddler cutlery and wearing a bib. He ate without complaint, understanding the importance of compliance.
To end the day on a positive note, they all gathered in the living room for some final cuddles.
Finally, it was time for bed. They took Ludo through his nighttime routine, helping him brush his teeth, wash his face, and get tucked in with his doll. Each of them gave him a goodnight kiss, leaving him feeling loved and secure despite the day’s events.
As he drifted off to sleep, Ludo whispered, “Goodnight, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, Mr. Don. I’ll be good and follow the rules. Thank you for everything.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:27:27 PM: Chapter 16: The Ballerina

One Saturday morning, Mauranne took Ludo to a dancewear shop in the city. She instructed him to go inside alone and purchase the most feminine dance outfit available.
As he entered the shop, Ludo felt his heart race with anxiety. The saleswoman greeted him with a warm smile. He nervously approached her.
“Hello, miss. I need to buy a complete dance outfit, something very pink and frilly,” he said, his voice trembling.
The saleswoman, taken aback for a moment, quickly recovered her professional demeanor. “Of course! We have some lovely options. Are you shopping for a special occasion?”
Ludo glanced back at Mauranne, who was watching through the shop window, her eyes drilling into him. “Yes, it's for, um, a special performance,” he mumbled.
The saleswoman led him to a section filled with pink leotards, tutus, and ballet slippers. She picked out a particularly frilly pink leotard with matching tights, a tutu adorned with sequins, and a pair of delicate ballet slippers.
“This set is perfect. Would you like to try it on?” she asked.
Ludo hesitated but knew he had to follow through. “Yes, please,” he replied.
He tried on the outfit, feeling utterly humiliated but knowing Mauranne was watching his every move. After purchasing the ensemble, he left the shop, carrying the bag with a sense of impending dread.

Mauranne provided him with a series of ballet exercise videos. Each day after school, he was to practice in his room, wearing his new dance outfit. She made it clear that these sessions were mandatory and that she expected significant improvement.
His routine became grueling. He would change into his pink leotard and tutu, then follow along with the videos, practicing pliés, arabesques, and pirouettes. His body ached from the unfamiliar movements, but he persisted, knowing that failure would lead to harsher punishments.
After a few weeks of rigorous practice, the day came to demonstrate his progress. Don, Johanna, and Mauranne gathered in the living room, eager to see their little ballerina in action.
Ludo entered the room, dressed in his frilly pink outfit. He stood before his masters and mistresses, feeling their eyes on him.
“Begin,” Mauranne commanded.

Ludo started his routine, performing the ballet exercises he had been practicing. He moved through the steps with as much grace as he could muster, aware of every misstep and stumble. Don and Johanna watched with amused expressions, occasionally whispering to each other and chuckling.
Mauranne, however, maintained a critical eye. “Higher on the toes, Ludo. Keep your back straight,” she instructed sharply.
Ludo complied, trying his best to meet her demands.
When he finished, he stood before them, panting slightly, waiting for their verdict.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Don said with a smirk. “But you have a long way to go.”
Johanna nodded in agreement. “Yes, you clearly need more practice.”
Mauranne walked up to Ludo, examining him closely. “You did well enough,” she said, her tone slightly softer. “But remember, you must strive for perfection. Tomorrow, we'll start adding more advanced moves to your routine.“
Ludo bowed his head. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. Thank you for your guidance,” he said, his voice filled with deference.
Don patted his head, a condescending smile on his face. “Good girl, Ludo. Now, go change and prepare dinner for us.”

The following Saturday, Mauranne prepared the living room as a makeshift ballet studio. She cleared the furniture, leaving ample space for Ludo to practice.
Ludo, dressed in his pink leotard, tutu, tights, and ballet slippers, stood nervously in the center of the room. Mauranne, dressed in a more casual but authoritative outfit, looked at him with a critical eye.
“Today, we’re going to work on your form and precision,” she announced, her voice firm. “I expect you to give it your all. Any mistakes will be corrected immediately.”
Ludo nodded, swallowing his anxiety. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. I’ll do my best.”
Mauranne began with the basics, guiding Ludo through a series of warm-up exercises. She corrected his posture, ensuring his back was straight and his toes pointed.
“Higher on the toes, Ludo. You need to elongate your movements,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for error.
Ludo felt the burn in his calves and thighs as he struggled to maintain the proper form.
“Remember, every move must be deliberate and graceful,” Mauranne continued, her eyes never leaving his form.
As the lesson progressed, her demands grew more stringent. She corrected every misstep with precision, often stopping Ludo mid-movement to adjust his positioning.
“No, no, no! Your arms must flow like water, not rigid like sticks,” she admonished, adjusting his arm position. “Start again.”
Midway through the lesson, she introduced more complex moves.
Ludo hesitated, knowing this move was beyond his current skill level. He attempted a pirouette, but his balance wavered, and he stumbled.
Mauranne sighed, her frustration evident. “Again!”
He tried again, and again, each attempt falling short of Mauranne’s expectations. After countless attempts, he finally managed a somewhat passable pirouette. Mauranne nodded approvingly, but her standards remained high.
“Better. But you still need a lot of practice,” she remarked. “Now, let’s see your arabesque.”

Ludo moved into position, extending his leg behind him and lifting his arms gracefully. He held the pose, his muscles trembling with the effort.
“Hold it, hold it,” Mauranne coached, walking around him to check his form. “Good. Now, slowly come out of the pose.”
He did as instructed, feeling a sense of relief wash over him.
Mauranne finally walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“You did okay today, Ludo. But remember, perfection is the goal,” she said.
Ludo bowed his head, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and accomplishment. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. Thank you for your guidance.”
“Now, change back into your regular clothes and prepare lunch,” she added, her authoritative tone returning.
Ludo curtsied deeply. “Yes, Miss Mauranne. Right away,” he replied, his voice filled with deference.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:31:17 PM: Chapter 17: Ballet Passion

Every evening, after finishing his exercises, Ludo was required to watch ballet performances on video. Mauranne selected a mix of classic and contemporary ballet, including works by famous companies and renowned choreographers. Ludo sat attentively in front of the screen, taking notes on the techniques, styles, and expressions of the dancers.
“Remember to focus on the grace and fluidity of the female dancers,” Mauranne instructed. “Take notes on how they embody elegance and femininity.”

In addition to watching videos, Ludo was required to read ballet magazines that Mauranne provided. These magazines featured articles on ballet history, profiles of prominent dancers, and reviews of performances.
Each issue included glossy photographs of ballet stars and intricate discussions of their techniques and achievements. Ludo’s task was to study these magazines thoroughly and extract key insights about the ballet world.
His understanding of ballet was tested through written essays.
He had to describe which ballets he enjoyed most, explaining why they stood out to him. He focused on the artistry, choreography, and emotional impact of these performances.

“One of my favorite ballets is ‘Swan Lake’ by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. This timeless masterpiece captures the essence of ballet through its enchanting choreography and hauntingly beautiful score. The dual roles of Odette and Odile showcase the delicate grace and strength that I strive to emulate in my own practice. Odette’s transformation from a swan princess to a tragic figure embodies a profound sense of grace and vulnerability, which I find deeply inspiring. The fluidity of her movements and the emotional depth of her performance highlight the true beauty of ballet. I aspire to mirror Odette’s elegance and the intricate dynamics of her role in my own dancing.”

Ludo expressed his admiration for female dancers. He wrote about their grace and femininity, articulating how he aspired to embody the same qualities in his ballet practice.
“The female dancers of classical ballet are epitomes of grace and femininity. Their performances exude an effortless elegance that captivates audiences and leaves a lasting impression. I am particularly drawn to ballerinas like Margot Fonteyn and Natalia Osipova, whose artistry exemplifies the ideal of feminine grace. Fonteyn’s poise and fluidity, and Osipova’s powerful yet delicate movements, embody the attributes I strive to integrate into my own dance practice. The way they move with such grace and precision reflects the high standards of classical ballet. Their ability to convey complex emotions through their dance reinforces my desire to develop a similar sense of grace and artistry. Embracing femininity in ballet involves understanding and reflecting these qualities in every movement. I continuously work on my technique to ensure that my dancing reflects the elegance and poise that are the hallmarks of classical ballet.”

He was also required to write about his admiration for male dancers, emphasizing their strength and attractiveness. He detailed his fascination with their muscular build and presence on stage.
“Male ballet dancers possess a unique blend of strength and artistry that I find profoundly attractive. Their muscular build and commanding stage presence are integral to their performances, adding a layer of power and intensity. Dancers like Mikhail Baryshnikov and Roberto Bolle exemplify this combination of strength and grace. Baryshnikov’s athleticism and Bolle’s chiseled physique demonstrate the physical prowess required for male ballet roles. I admire their trength and would be thrilled to meet such a distinguished and handsome dancer.”

He was also instructed to cut out photos of his favorite dancers from the magazines. He created a collage of these images. Each photo had to be kissed and admired.
“I have selected photos of my favorite ballerinas and danseurs to place in my special album. Every evening, I kiss these images, honoring the grace and strength they represent. It reminds me of the ideals I strive to achieve.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:39:41 PM: Chapter 18: Public Challenge

Ludo had to manage to hide his dance outfit from his Mom but also to wash it frequently. He had to ask Mauranne for permission to buy a second one when the other one was dirty or drying behind his closet in his room.
As he approached the counter into the dancewear store, the saleswoman greeted him with a friendly smile.
“Hello! How can I help you today?” she asked, her tone warm and welcoming.
Ludo swallowed hard, mustering his courage. “Hello Miss, I’m looking for a new dance outfit,” he began, trying to sound confident. “Something that’s very feminine, with lots of frills and pink. I need it for my ballet classes.”
The saleswoman raised an eyebrow slightly, curious about his request but maintaining her professional demeanor. “We have several options in that style. Are you looking for a specific type of outfit—like a leotard, tutu, or something else?”

Before Ludo could respond, a group of little girls, who had come to the store for their own dancewear, overheard his conversation. They giggled among themselves, their curiosity piqued. One of the girls, with bright eyes and a mischievous smile, approached Ludo.
“Are you really buying a girl’s outfit?” she asked, her tone both innocent and teasing.
Ludo’s face turned crimson. He felt Mauranne’s eyes on him from across the store, watching his every reaction. He forced a smile and tried to project confidence, even as his heart raced.
“Yes,” he replied, trying to sound casual. “I’m really into ballet, and this is what I need for my classes.”
The girl’s eyes widened with surprise and amusement. “But aren’t you a boy? Why do you want a girl’s outfit?”
Ludo’s discomfort deepened. He glanced at Mauranne, who stood silently, observing his humiliation with an air of detached amusement. He took a deep breath and continued, forcing himself to maintain a brave face.
“This outfit is just what I need to perform my best. I... I... I like very feminine colors and decorations. They help me feel graceful when I dance. I like to feel feminine,” he said with his eyes downcast, ashamed of his confession in front of the giggling girls.

The saleswoman, noting the awkward interaction, tried to steer the conversation back on track. “Well, we have several options that might fit what you’re looking for. Let me show you some of our most popular choices.”
As he was shown various options, the little girls continued to watch, whispering and giggling among themselves. He picked out a particularly frilly pink leotard with a matching tutu, hoping it would meet Mauranne’s standards.
The saleswoman handed him the chosen outfit, and he clutched it tightly, feeling the weight of both the fabric and the situation. As he went to the register, the girls’ whispers followed him, their laughter ringing in his ears.

Once the transaction was complete, he hurried out of the store, the pink shopping bag clutched tightly in his hand. Mauranne met him at the exit, a satisfied smile on her face.
“Well done,” she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction. “I saw you made some new little friends?”
“Yes Miss Mauranne,” he sighed. “Thank you Miss Mauranne for allowing me to buy this adorable outfit and for the opportunity to meet new people to share my femininity with.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:43:31 PM: Chapter 19: Itching Powder

During one of his dance lessons with Mauranne, Ludo’s discomfort reached a new level.
As soon as the lesson began, Ludo started to feel an unusual itching sensation. At first, it was faint, but it quickly intensified, making every movement increasingly uncomfortable. He tried to ignore it, focusing on Mauranne's instructions as she demonstrated a series of challenging steps and poses.
Mauranne, noticing Ludo’s growing discomfort, smiled subtly. She knew exactly what was causing his irritation. Earlier, she had sprinkled itching powder inside his tights and leotard, knowing that it would add an extra layer of difficulty to his lesson.

“Let’s start with some pliés,” she instructed, her voice calm and authoritative. “Make sure to keep your back straight and your movements fluid.”
As he performed, he couldn’t help but fidget slightly. The itching powder was becoming unbearable, making him want to scratch and adjust his outfit constantly. He tried to maintain his composure, but the relentless itchiness was distracting him from the lesson.
She watched him with amusement. “I see you’re having some trouble. Remember, every dancer has to learn to overcome distractions and discomfort. It’s part of the training.”
Ludo swallowed hard, trying to focus on his technique despite the itching. He could feel the powder working its way into every crease of his outfit, amplifying the irritation with every movement. He gritted his teeth.

After a series of exercises and stretches, she decided it was time for a short break. “Let’s take a pause,” she said, her tone soothing yet firm. “But I want you to keep your posture and practice your positions while we rest.”
Ludo took the opportunity to discreetly try to adjust his outfit, hoping to relieve some of the itchiness. He pretended to stretch and adjust his leotard, trying to alleviate the uncomfortable sensation.
Mauranne watched him with a raised eyebrow. “Remember, even during breaks, you need to stay focused and disciplined. Dance is about grace and control, even in challenging situations.”
Feeling the pressure to maintain his composure, Ludo nodded. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he replied, his voice strained.

She continued with the lesson, incorporating more demanding moves. His discomfort grew with each step, and he had to summon all his willpower to avoid scratching or making any visible signs of his struggle.
He was sweaty and exhausted, his face flushed from both the physical exertion and the relentless itching.
“Good job today,” Mauranne said, though her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief.
He forced a smile, trying to mask his relief. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. I appreciate the lesson.”
As he left the room, he couldn’t wait to get home and take a long shower, hoping that it would help relieve the lingering effects of the itching powder.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:48:18 PM: Chapter 20: An Itchy Day

The next day, Mauranne had prepared another test of endurance. Early that morning, Ludo discovered a pair of pink tights and an undershirt filled with itching powder in his locker, with a note telling him to put it on and it would be checked.
He quickly changed in the restroom, feeling the itching powder’s effects immediately. The sensation was relentless, and every movement seemed to exacerbate the irritation. He had to maintain his composure and avoid scratching. The constant itch was maddening, but he knew better than to complain or falter.

When Mauranne arrived for her check, she was all smiles. “Good day, Ludo. Let’s see how well you’re managing today,” she said, as she observed him closely. Despite the unbearable itching, Ludo forced himself to remain still and polite.
“Thank you for checking on me, Miss Mauranne,” he replied, his voice steady despite his discomfort. “And thank you for this pretty clothes.”
Mauranne smirked, clearly amused by his plight.

Later, during lunch, Johanna approached him with a keen eye. She inspected his outfit with a knowing look and a playful smirk. “How are you holding up, Ludo? I hope you’re not too distracted,” she teased.
“Thank you for the check, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said, trying to remain composed as he fought the urge to squirm.
Johanna’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she observed his struggle.

Finally, during the last period, Don decided to check on him as well. He approached with a confident stride and an amused expression, clearly enjoying the discomfort he knew Ludo was enduring. “Well, well, if it isn’t our little ballerina. How are things holding up?” he inquired with a smirk.
“Thank you for the check, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, forcing a polite smile. “I’m managing, sir.”
Don raised an eyebrow, noticing the signs of struggle in Ludo’s demeanor. “I trust you’re staying still and not letting the itch distract you?” he asked, his tone both teasing and stern.
“Yes, Mr. Don,” Ludo replied, his voice trembling slightly. “I’m doing my best to stay focused.”

As the school day came to a close, Ludo desperately hoped for some relief. Mauranne finally approached him, “Hope you've enjoyed your day Ludo,” she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ll be keeping these clothes on until morning.”
Ludo’s heart sank at the thought of enduring another night with the itching powder. “Yes, Miss Mauranne,” he replied dutifully, fighting to keep his composure.
That evening, he attempted to maintain a semblance of normalcy while performing his chores and preparing for bed. The itching powder continued to torment him, and every movement seemed to make it worse. He had to act as if everything was fine, despite the constant irritation.
As night fell, he lay in bed, trying to keep his mind off the itching. He endured the discomfort of the powder-filled garments, knowing that he was expected to keep them on until morning. The irritation seemed to grow more intense in the quiet of the night, and he fought the urge to scratch or adjust his clothes.

In the early morning, he received a text from Mauranne confirming that he had to continue wearing the outfit until she decided otherwise. Despite his agony, he responded with the required deference.
“Thank you for your patience, Miss Mauranne,” he texted back, his fingers trembling as he typed.
As he lay in bed, the itching seemed almost unbearable, but he knew he had to persevere. The lessons of endurance and submission continued.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 03:59:03 PM: Chapter 21: A New Restriction

It was a warm, sunny day, perfect for a visit to Johanna and Mauranne’s swimming pool. Johanna, Mauranne, and Don prepared for a relaxing day by the pool, while Ludo, was getting ready for the water.
He wore a bright purple, frilly swimsuit adorned with pastel-colored polka dots and ruffles around the edges. On his arms were inflatable princess armbands, secured tightly.

Johanna and Mauranne helped him to the poolside, where they held his hands to ensure he could safely enter the water. “Remember, Ludo, you can only go into the water when we’re holding your hand,” Johanna instructed. “You can’t swim on your own.”
Ludo nodded and carefully stepped into the shallow end of the pool, feeling the cool water against his legs. Once he was in, he played in the water, clutching his doll tightly, splashing around gently and making sure to stay close to Johanna and Mauranne.

When he wasn’t in the water, he sat by the poolside, playing with his doll and making small splashes with his feet. The grown-ups, meanwhile settled onto lounge chairs around the pool, chatting and taking naps.
Ludo listened attentively to the teenage conversation, his curiosity piqued by their topics. He wanted to join in and share his thoughts but knew he was expected to remain silent.
Johanna noticed Ludo’s attempts to participate and approached him with a firm tone. “Ludo, remember, this is not your age group. You should only speak when spoken to,” she reminded him. “This is our time to talk and relax.”
He nodded understandingly. “Yes, Miss Johanna. I’m sorry,” he said softly, lowering his gaze and focusing on his doll.

After a while, he felt the urge to use the toilet. He waddled over to where the adults were lounging, his doll still in hand, and hesitated before approaching Johanna. “Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, Mr. Don...” he began, but the teenagers silenced him.
Finally, he began, heading towards the house. He approached the fence surrounding the pool.
“Ludo, where are you going?” Don asked.
Ludo turned, startled. “I’m sorry, Mr. Don. I need to use the bathroom.”
Don’s tone was firm. “You need to ask for permission before going anywhere. And now, because you didn’t, there will be a consequence.”
Don guided him back to a corner of the fense. “Stand there and think about why it’s important to ask before leaving.”
Ludo stood in the corner, feeling embarrassment and regret. “I’m sorry, Mr. Don,” he said, his voice soft. “I’ll remember next time.”
After an hour Don told him he could now put his clothes back on and go home. He would pee there.

“And from now on,” Mauranne told him, “you will always ask permission to one of us before using the restroom. No matter where you are or with who you are with, pottys are no longer open access for you!”
Ludo thanked her with a curtsey and said goodbye to his master and mistresses before leaving the house.
Once home, he texted Mauranne asking for permission to go pee. She responded positively after half an hour.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 04:17:08 PM: Chapter 22: Bathroom Challenges

In the evening, Ludo sent a text message to Don. His hands trembled slightly as he typed.
“Good evening, Mr. Don. May I please have permission to use the bathroom?”
After a few minutes, Ludo’s phone buzzed with a reply from Don. He opened the message with anxiety.
“Permission granted only after you complete a challenge. Put on your pink leotard and send me a video of you doing five minutes of ballet moves. Make sure you curtsy at the beginning and end, and thank me for the privilege.”
Ludo hurried to his room, changed into the shiny pink leotard and positioned his phone to record the video.
He started the recording and began with a deep curtsy, addressing the camera. “Thank you, Mr. Don, for giving me this opportunity.”
He then launched into a series of basic ballet moves. Despite his discomfort and urgent need to use the bathroom, he tried his best to perform gracefully. His movements were awkward, and his face flushed with embarrassment, but he persevered, knowing that failing the challenge would only prolong his discomfort.
After five long minutes, he ended with another curtsy. “Thank you, Mr. Don, for allowing me to complete this challenge.”
Ludo stopped the recording and quickly sent the video to Don. He waited nervously for the response, hoping that his performance would be deemed acceptable.
After what felt like an eternity, he received a reply.
“You have permission to use the bathroom now. Remember to always be prompt and diligent in completing your tasks.”
As he he was sitting on the toilet bowl, Ludo couldn’t help but think about how much his life had changed. The simple act of using the bathroom had become a task fraught with challenges and humiliations, all designed to remind him of his place.

It was an ordinary school day, and Ludo was feeling the familiar pressure in his bladder. He spotted Johanna her near the lockers, chatting with her friends.
Gathering his courage, he approached her with a submissive demeanor. He waited for a moment until she noticed him.
He wanted to talk to her discreetly, she realized that, so she decided to make fun of it. She said to him, “Hi Ludo!” and she continued talking with her friends. Eventually, everyone dispersed.
Ludo took a deep breath and spoke softly.
“Miss Johanna, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?“
She looked at him with a knowing smile. She loved these moments of control and was eager to devise a challenge for him.
“Hmm, let me think,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Alright, Ludo. Here’s your challenge: I want you to go to the school library and fetch me a book. You must carry it on your head all the way back here without dropping it. If you drop it, you have to start over. Understood?”
Ludo nodded. He knew this would be difficult, especially with his urgent need to use the bathroom. “Yes, Miss Johanna. I understand. Thank you.”
He hurried to the library, feeling the pressure mounting. He found the book Johanna had specified and carefully placed it on his head. With slow, deliberate steps, he began his journey back to the lockers, trying his best to keep the book balanced.
Each step was a struggle, and a few students gave him odd looks, but he kept his focus. He knew that dropping the book would mean starting over, which he desperately wanted to avoid.
He finally made it back to Johanna without dropping the book. He carefully removed it from his head and handed it to her, relief washing over him.
“I’ve brought the book, Miss Johanna,” he said, his voice tinged with urgency.
Johanna took the book and inspected it, her smile widening. “Good job, Ludo. You’ve earned your bathroom break.”
Ludo curtsied. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. I appreciate your permission.“

It was another challenging day for Ludo. During his third period class, he felt the familiar pressure in his bladder. He discreetly sent a text message to Mauranne, hoping for quick permission.
“Miss Mauranne, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?”
After a few minutes, Ludo’s phone buzzed with Mauranne's reply. He opened it anxiously.
“No, you may not. You can wait.”
Ludo's heart sank, but he quickly responded with the required deference.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Mauranne.”
Time dragged on painfully as he tried to concentrate on his lessons. Each passing minute intensified his discomfort. He sent another message between classes, hoping Mauranne would change her mind.
“Miss Mauranne, may I please have permission to use the bathroom now? It's becoming very urgent.”
She replied almost immediately.
“No, Ludo. You will wait.”
He sighed, his discomfort growing. He responded again, as required.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Mauranne.”
The day continued to crawl by. Ludo’s need became almost unbearable by lunchtime. He sent another pleading message to Mauranne.
“Miss Mauranne, may I please use the bathroom now? It's extremely urgent.”
Finally, she responded.
“Fine, but there's a challenge you must complete first.”
He responded gratefully, despite his anxiety.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Mauranne. I will complete the challenge.”
Mauranne quickly sent the details. “You need to find the school janitor and ask him for a mop. Bring it to the cafeteria and clean up a spill there, then you can use the bathroom.”
Ludo’s heart pounded as he read the instructions. The janitor's office was on the other side of the school, and the cafeteria was always busy during lunch. But he had no choice.
He hurried to the janitor’s office, the urgency in his bladder growing by the second. He politely asked for the mop, explaining he needed it for a spill in the cafeteria. The janitor, although puzzled, handed it over.
Ludo made his way to the cafeteria, feeling every bump and step acutely. He found a small spill near one of the tables and began to mop it up, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible. Students around him watched with curiosity, but he kept his head down and focused on the task.
Once the spill was cleaned, Ludo quickly returned the mop and sent a message to Mauranne.
“Miss Mauranne, I have completed the challenge. May I please use the bathroom now?”
Mauranne’s reply came swiftly.
“You may, Ludo.”
He nearly ran to the bathroom, finally able to relieve himself after the long and agonizing wait. He sent one last message to Mauranne.
“Thank very much, Miss Mauranne.”

It was late at night, and Ludo found himself in desperate need of the bathroom. Despite the late hour, he dutifully sent messages to each of his master and mistresses, hoping one would respond.
“Mr. Don, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?”
“Miss Johanna, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?”
“Miss Mauranne, may I please have permission to use the bathroom?”
He waited anxiously, staring at his phone. Minutes passed, then hours, and still no response. He could see that his messages remained unread. Everyone was asleep.
He considered sneaking to the bathroom. After all, no one would know. But he couldn’t bear the thought of betraying his master and mistresses trust.
He sat on his bed, trying to distract himself from the increasing discomfort. He thought about all the times they had tested his patience and obedience, and how he had always strived to meet their expectations. This was no different, he told himself.
Hours dragged by. He checked his phone repeatedly, hoping for any sign of life from Don, Johanna, or Mauranne. The need to use the bathroom became almost unbearable, but he was determined to wait for their permission.
Finally, as the first light of dawn began to seep through his window, his phone buzzed. Mauranne had read his message.
“Why didn't you go earlier?” was her first response, followed by a second message: “Permission granted, but we'll discuss this later.”
Ludo felt a wave of relief wash over him. He quickly sent his grateful reply.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Mauranne.”
He hurried to the bathroom, finally able to relieve himself after a long and torturous night.

The morning after his long, uncomfortable night, he knew he needed to find a solution to avoid such an ordeal in the future.
He took a deep breath and typed out his message, addressing it to Don, Johanna, and Mauranne.
“Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, may I please have permission to buy diapers for nighttime use? This would help me avoid situations like last night and ensure I remain obedient to your rules. Thank you.”
He sent the message and waited nervously for their responses.
Don was the first to reply. His message came through almost immediately.
“Diapers, huh? Feeling like a baby now, Ludo? Sure, you can get them, but you'll have to wear them properly and let us check. Understood?”
Ludo felt his face flush with embarrassment but quickly replied with the expected deference.
“Thank you, Mr. Don. I understand and will comply.”
A few minutes later, Johanna's reply came in.
“Good idea, Ludo. It will keep you from disturbing us at night. Make sure to get the most feminine ones you can find. And don't forget to thank us for allowing this.”
Ludo's heart pounded as he typed his reply.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Johanna. I will follow your instructions and ensure I get the most feminine ones.”
Finally, Mauranne's message arrived.
“I'm glad you thought of this, Ludo. It shows you're learning to take responsibility. You have our permission, but remember, you need to show us when you put them on and if they get wet, you must ask permission to remove them. Understood?”
Ludo felt a mix of relief and continued embarrassment as he replied.
“Thank you for your response, Miss Mauranne. I understand to your terms and will comply.”

That afternoon, Ludo made his way to the store, feeling self-conscious but determined. He carefully selected the most feminine diapers he could find, with pastel colors and delicate designs.
He sent a photo of the diapers along with a message.
“Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, I have purchased the diapers as instructed. Thank you for allowing this. I will follow your rules and show you when I put them on and take them off.”
That night, Ludo carefully put on the feminine diapers, feeling a both relief and embarrassment. The pastel colors and delicate designs made him feel even more submissive. He sent the obligatory message to his master and mistresses, informing them that he was ready for bed, with a selfie attached.
“Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, I have put on the diapers for the night. Thank you for allowing this. Goodnight.”
Don responded quickly.
“Goodnight, Ludo. Sleep well, and remember, you're doing this to stay obedient.”
Johanna added her own comment.
“Good job, baby! This will help you stay on track.”
Mauranne finished with a final note.
“Sleep tight, little Ludo. We'll check in the morning.“
Ludo lay down, feeling more secure knowing he wouldn’t have to endure another terrible night. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought about how much he had adapted to their rules and control.

The next morning, he woke up early. For the first time since he was a baby, he had peed in diapers. He felt ashamed and dirty, but also even more submissive, and somehow relieved that he hadn't had to wait for permission to go to the bathroom. He sent a quick message to Don, Johanna, and Mauranne, letting them know he was awake and ready for his morning check.
“Good morning, Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne. I am awake and ready for my morning check. Thank you.”
Don replied promptly.
“Be ready in five minutes. We'll call you.”

Soon, his phone buzzed. It was a video call from Don, with Johanna and Mauranne joining in. Ludo answered, his heart pounding.
Don's voice was stern. “Show us the diapers, Ludo.”
Ludo stood up and adjusted the camera, making sure they could see the pastel-colored diapers he was wearing. He felt his face flush with embarrassment as he displayed them.
Johanna smirked. “Very good, Ludo. I see you made good use of your diapers!Now, take them off.”
With shaking hands, Ludo carefully removed the diapers.
Mauranne nodded approvingly. “Good job, Ludo. Now, dispose of them properly and get ready for your day.”
“Thank you, Mr. Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, for allowing me to use the diapers like a good little baby. I will continue to follow your instructions obediently.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 04:28:27 PM: Chapter 23: A Baby's Night

For their next evening together, Johanna and Mauranne had planned a night with their “baby sister”.

As soon as he arrived, they led him to the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited him. The tub was filled with bubbles, and colorful bath toys floated on the surface.
Johanna carefully undressed him, and he stepped into the tub with Mauranne’s help.
Mauranne took a bottle of baby soap and a soft washcloth, beginning to wash his hair and body. “Let’s get you all clean,” she said, scrubbing gently. Johanna attended to Ludo’s back and legs, ensuring he was thoroughly washed.
Ludo enjoyed the bath, playing with toys and splashing gently. “Thank you, Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,” he said, smiling.
They wrapped him in a fluffy towel, drying him off carefully. They diapered him and produced a cute, pastel-pink onesie with a playful pattern.

Then, he was seated in a high chair for dinner, staring at the dish before him. The concoction on his plate was a bizarre mix of ingredients: chunks of raw vegetables, a dollop of mashed potatoes, slices of fruit, and a splash of what looked like soy sauce. The colors and textures clashed in a way that was both unappetizing and unsettling.
Mauranne, Johanna and Don watched him with amusement and expectation. Johanna, with a playful smirk, said, “This is our special mixed dish. Remember, you need to eat all of it and enjoy it.”
Don, leaning casually against the counter, added, “And don’t forget, if you gag or complain, there will be consequences. We want you to show how much you appreciate our cooking.”
Ludo’s stomach churned as Johanna approached with a spoonful of the concoction. The smell was a strange blend of sweet, salty, and sour, making him feel queasy before he even tasted it.
“Here comes the airplane,” she said, feeding him the spoonfuls. Ludo hesitated at first but opened his mouth.
As he ate, he grimaced at the taste.
Mauranne patted his head and said, “Ludo, remember to be polite and grateful. Finish your dinner, and it will be over soon.”
With a deep breath, he accepted the next spoonful in his mouth, trying to suppress his gag reflex. He chewed slowly, forcing himself to swallow despite the unpleasant texture and taste.
As he continued being fed, the mixture seemed to congeal into an even more unpalatable mess. He tried to focus on his task, putting on a brave face and forcing a smile. However, the combination was too much for him, and he soon felt the familiar urge to gag.
His face contorted as he tried to keep the food down. Mauranne, Johanna and Don watched him intently, their expressions shifting from amusement to mild irritation.
Johanna leaned forward, her voice firm. “Are you having trouble? We specifically asked you to eat this without complaints. It’s not polite to gag or make faces.”
Ludo tried to regain his composure, swallowing hard and nodding. “I’m sorry, Miss Johanna.”
Each bite felt like a struggle, the taste lingering unpleasantly in his mouth. Despite his best efforts, he found it impossible not to gag occasionally.
Don, shaking his head with a hint of disappointment, said, “You’re not making this easy for yourself. You need to show that you’re grateful for the effort we put into making this meal.”
With each gag, Ludo’s anxiety grew. He felt a deep sense of shame, knowing that his discomfort was being met with scolding rather than sympathy. He tried to smile and nod, hoping it would make the process go smoother, but the mixture’s taste and texture continued to revolt him.
When Johanna put down the spoon, Ludo's face flushed and his hands trembling slightly. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” he said, his voice weak. “The meal was yummy.”

Johanna and Don exchanged a look, and Johanna said, “Well, I suppose you did manage to eat it all. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook.”
Mauranne placed a bowl of what looked like a bizarre mix of ingredients before Ludo, a chaotic combination of gelatin, canned fruit, whipped cream, and some questionable chocolate sauce that seemed to have separated into an unappealing sludge.
“Time for dessert,” Johanna announced with a grin. “We wanted to make sure you finish your meal properly, so here’s a little something to top it off. Remember, you need to eat all of this, too.”
Don, watching with a satisfied smirk, added, “And just like before, you need to act like you enjoy it. Complaining or gagging will only make things worse.”
Ludo’s heart sank as he saw the dessert. The sight of the gloppy mixture made his stomach churn, and the smell was only slightly more bearable than the main course. He picked up the small plastic spoon and dipped it into the bowl, trying to mentally prepare himself for the challenge ahead.
As he took the first bite, he tried to focus on the sweet taste of the whipped cream, but it was overpowered by the gelatin’s rubbery texture and the strangely sour fruit. He forced himself to chew and swallow, but the combination of flavors and textures made him want to gag.
Mauranne leaned in and said, “You’re doing well so far, but remember to keep smiling and enjoying your dessert.”
Ludo tried to keep his face composed, but his efforts were becoming increasingly difficult. The mixture was not only unappetizing but also made him feel nauseous. He took another bite, struggling to keep his expression neutral.
As he continued eating, his discomfort grew. He could feel the texture of the gelatin clinging to his throat, and the taste of the fruit was becoming overwhelming. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t completely suppress his reactions, and a few more gags slipped through.
Don’s amusement faded as he noticed Ludo’s struggles. He crossed his arms and said, “I see you’re having trouble again. Remember, if you don’t finish it properly and without complaints, there will be consequences.”
Ludo, feeling a surge of anxiety, nodded and took another spoonful. His face was flushed, and his hands trembled as he brought the spoon to his mouth. He tried to focus on finishing the dessert, each bite feeling like an immense challenge.
Eventually, he managed to finish the bowl, though he could barely keep a smile on his face. The combination of flavors had become a blur of unpleasantness, and he was relieved to be done.
He put the spoon down and looked at Mauranne, Johanna and Don, his voice trembling slightly. “Thank you, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne and Mister Don for this delicious dessert.”

As the night wore on, Ludo began to feel the urge to pee. He approached Johanna, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Miss Johanna,” Ludo began softly, “may I please use my diaper?”
Mauranne looked at him and nodded.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said.
Once he had relieved himself, Ludo decided to show his gratitude. He crawled over to Johanna, who was seated comfortably on the couch. With a warm, genuine smile, he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in for a long, tender hug. Johanna was initially surprised but quickly relaxed, placing a comforting hand on his back.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna,” Ludo murmured, his voice soft against her. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”
He then tilted his head up, planting a series of gentle kisses on her hand. Johanna responded with a warm smile, patting Ludo’s head affectionately.
“You’re very sweet, Ludo,” she said warmly. “I really appreciate this.”

He then turned to Mauranne, who was sitting beside her sister. He approached her with the same warmth, wrapping his arms around her legs and resting his head on her lap. Mauranne looked down at him with a gentle smile, clearly touched by the gesture.
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo said, his voice full of sincerity. “I’m really grateful for everything.”
He then leaned in to kiss her knees. Mauranne, smiling warmly, gently stroked his hair and patted his back.
“That’s so kind of you, Ludo,” she said. “You’ve been a wonderful little sister tonight.”

Finally, he moved to Don, who was seated in a nearby armchair. With a shy but determined expression, he wrapped his arms around Don’s knees, hugging them tightly. Don looked down at him.
“Thank you, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, looking up with a heartfelt gaze. “I’m really grateful for your kindness.”
Ludo then placed kisses on Don’s legs. Don, clearly pleased, started to gently pet his head. After a moment, he began to lightly tickle Ludo’s neck with his fingers. Ludo’s response was immediate: he squirmed slightly and let out a soft giggle.
“Oh, thank you, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, still giggling. “That feels nice.”
Don chuckled, continuing the gentle tickling, which made Ludo laugh even more.

As the evening wound down, Ludo was prepared for bed.
“Goodnight, Miss Johanna. Thank you for everything,” Ludo said with a curtsey.
“Goodnight, Miss Mauranne. Thank you for taking care of me,” he added, curtsying again.
“Goodnight, Mr. Don. Thank you for being here,” he finished, offering a final curtsey.
After changing his diaper, the girls began the bedtime routine. They helped him into a cozy crib-like bed, tucked him in with a blanket, and placed Ludivine beside him.

During the night, Mauranne approached Ludo’s crib with careful steps, trying not to wake him. As she approached his bed, the faint, unpleasant odor of a soiled diaper became noticeable.
With a smirk, she leaned in closer, her eyes settling on Ludo’s slightly sagging diaper, which indicated a recent accident.
“Looks like someone had an accident in their sleep,” Mauranne whispered to herself, stifling a giggle.
She gently shook Ludo’s shoulder. “Ludo, wake up,” she said softly, though her tone was edged with excitement. “I need you to wake up.”
Ludo stirred, blinking sleepily as he slowly came to consciousness. His face flushed with embarrassment as he realized the situation. He winced slightly, knowing he had soiled his diaper.
Mauranne tried to suppress her laughter but couldn’t help a few chuckles. “Oh dear,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Looks like you made quite the mess. Did you have a little accident while you were sleeping?”
Ludo, his cheeks reddening, nodded slightly. “I’m sorry, Miss Mauranne,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t mean to.”
She took a moment to compose herself, enjoying the situation before her. “Well, since you’re already in a bit of a mess, we’ll need to get you cleaned up,” she said, still with a teasing tone.
She carefully helped Ludo out of bed and guided him to the changing table she had set up in the room.
Ludo, feeling utterly humiliated, complied without protest. He lay down on the changing table as Mauranne began the process of cleaning him up. She removed the soiled diaper with practiced ease, cleaning him thoroughly before putting on a fresh diaper.
After he was clean and dressed in a fresh pair of pajamas, Mauranne gave him a pat on the back. “All done,” she said with a reassuring smile. “Now you can go back to sleep. Just try not to make any more messes, okay?”
Ludo, though still embarrassed, managed a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said softly, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

In the morning, Johanna said with a teasing grin, “I heard you had quite a poopy night. Was the diaper really that full?”
Ludo felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. He looked down, trying to avoid eye contact. “Yes, Miss Johanna,” he said softly. “I didn’t realize...”
“Good morning, Ludo!” Mauranne called out with exaggerated cheerfulness. Her tone, though sweet, carried an undercurrent of mockery. “How are you feeling today?”
Ludo responded quietly, “Good morning, Miss Mauranne. I’m feeling okay.”
Johanna, seated next to Don, stifled a laugh as she looked at Ludo. “Oh, I bet you are,” she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Considering how ‘busy’ you were last night.”
Don, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee, glanced at Ludo with a smirk. “Yeah, you really made quite a mess,” he said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “It’s not every day we get to see someone fill their diaper like that.”
“Maybe you shouldn't have eaten that dish and dessert with so many laxatives in it?” Mauranne asked, unable to hold back her laughter.
Ludo’s face turned bright red, a mix of embarrassment and frustration washing over him. “Yes Miss Mauranne, please forgive me Miss Mauranne.”
Don, always enjoying a good jest, smirked and chimed in. “You really should be more mindful, Ludo. We wouldn’t want you to start leaking everywhere, would we?”
Ludo nodded, with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, Mr. Don,” he mumbled. “I’ll be more careful.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 05, 2024, 05:40:07 PM: Chapter 25: A Hot Day

On a particularly hot morning, Ludo was arriving at school when Mauranne cornered him at the entrance.
“Good morning, Ludo,” Mauranne said with a smile. “I have a little surprise for you.”
She handed him a very feminine T-shirt and a large, thick wool sweater. The T-shirt was a bright pastel pink with a cute cartoon character on the front, while the sweater was oversized and knitted, with a chunky design that made it look even more exaggerated.
“Since it’s such a hot day, I’m sure you’ll enjoy wearing this,” Mauranne said sweetly. “You need to change into these clothes right here. And remember to thank me properly.”
Ludo’s face flushed. He glanced at the oversized sweater and the brightly colored T-shirt, feeling the heat from both the temperature and the situation.
In full view of other students arriving at school, Ludo reluctantly took off his normal clothes and replaced them with Mauranne’s chosen outfit. He put on the T-shirt first, followed by the wool sweater. The sweater was so big and heavy that it felt almost comically out of place, making him sweat even more.
Ludo adjusted the sweater awkwardly and turned to face Mauranne. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said. “I appreciate your gifts.”
As Ludo made his way through the school hallways, he was faced with a tough choice: endure the sweltering heat in the thick wool sweater or deal with the embarrassment of the humiliating T-shirt.
If he chose to wear the sweater throughout the day, he would find himself sweating profusely. The wool sweater made it unbearable, and he would be drenched in sweat by the end of the day, feeling uncomfortable and sticky. This choice also meant he was constantly aware of how out of place he looked compared to his classmates.
If he decided to remove the sweater and just wear the T-shirt, he would expose the embarrassing design to everyone. The T-shirt’s bright pink color and childish cartoon character drew unwanted attention from his peers. He would face teasing and whispers from classmates, adding to his feelings of humiliation.
Ludo chose to endure the heat, keeping the sweater on throughout the day. He hoped that by not exposing the T-shirt, he could avoid some of the embarrassment. However, the oppressive heat and constant sweat made his choice a particularly grueling one.
He found himself constantly overheating, struggling to stay focused in class, and feeling self-conscious about his appearance.

After a long, hot day, he was visibly drenched and uncomfortable. As he was about to leave, Mauranne, Don, and Johanna caught up with him. Mauranne couldn't help but laugh at Ludo’s predicament.
“Oh, Ludo,” Mauranne teased with a smirk, “You’ve been wearing that big wool sweater all day? Didn’t you think to take it off when it got so hot?”
Ludo’s face flushed with embarrassment. He forced a sheepish smile and played along with Mauranne’s mocking. “Oh, Miss Mauranne, I… I didn’t think of that. I guess I was so focused on following your instructions that I didn’t realize how hot it was.”
Mauranne and the others enjoyed his discomfort. “It’s alright, Ludo,” Mauranne said, trying to sound sweet but with a hint of sarcasm. “I’m glad I could teach you a lesson in common sense. Sometimes it’s good to be guided by someone as intelligent as me.”
Ludo lowered his eyes and nodded. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne, for guiding me and showing me how to think better in these situations. I really appreciate your intelligence and guidance.”
Don grinned and said, “Looks like Ludo learned the hard way today.”
Johanna chuckled. “Yeah, it’s really funny how he didn’t think of just taking off the sweater. Classic!”
The three of them continued to make light of Ludo’s discomfort. They laughed and joked about how he had suffered all day due to his own oversight.
Don added, “Just remember, next time, think a bit more before you overheat yourself!”
Ludo tried to laugh along, but his embarrassment was palpable. He continued to thank them, “Thank you all for the lesson. I’ll definitely remember this experience and try to be more thoughtful in the future.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 12:18:38 PM: Chapter 26: The Shopping Trip

One afternoon, Johanna and Mauranne led Ludo into a boutique specializing in children’s clothing.
He had to pick by himself underwears, tights, a skirt, a dress, blouses, sweaterand cardigan, and ballet flats.
Ludo chose several pairs of frilly, pastel-colored underwear with lace trim. He felt self-conscious but managed to place them in his basket.
He selected white tights with a delicate floral pattern, feeling slightly embarrassed.
He picked a fluffy, layered tutu in soft pink. The skirt’s multiple tiers of tulle and satin waistband were perfect for a feminine look.
For his dress, Ludo first picked out a knee-length, light blue dress adorned with white polka dots and a bow at the waist. However, Mauranne immediately intervened.
“No Ludo, blue is too masculine for you! You need something that looks more feminine,” she said, setting the dress aside. “Let’s find another one.”
Ludo reluctantly put the blue dress back and chose a pastel pink one, with lace details instead. Johanna and Mauranne approved of this more suitable choice.
He initially selected a mint green blouse with a ruffled collar. Johanna examined it critically and shook her head. “Ludo, this green blouse is not quite right. It’s not as feminine as we’d like. Let’s find something in a softer shade.”
He opted instead for two blouses: one in pale lavender with lace trim and another in a soft pink with ruffled sleeves with floral embroidery. Both were delicate and feminine, which Johanna and Mauranne approved.
He picked a soft, pastel pink sweater with heart-shaped buttons. It was cozy and aligned well with the feminine theme.
He chose a white cardigan with embroidered flowers. It was lightweight and added a cute touch to the outfits.
He finally opted for shiny silver ballet flats with little bows. They were a perfect match for the clothing.
Ludo approached the checkout counter. The cashier rang up the items with a smile.
“Lovely choices,” she said, glancing at Ludo. “These outfits are adorable.”
Ludo managed a shy smile. “Thank you Miss,” he said, handing over the payment.

“From now on, you will always have to wear one of your panties instead of your boy underwear,” Johanna told him.
“Yes Miss Johanna, thank you Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,” he said with a curtsey.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 12:29:19 PM: Chapter 27: Underwear Checks

Next day, Ludo went about his classes, trying to keep his mind focused on his studies despite the secret feminine layers beneath his clothes.
During lunch break, Mauranne found him alone in a quiet corridor.
“Hey, Ludo,” she said casually, “It’s time for a little check-up to make sure you’re following the rules.”
She led him to a secluded part of the corridor and motioned for him to lift his shirt slightly. “Just a quick check. Lift your shirt so I can see.”
Ludo hesitated but complied, lifting his shirt just enough for Mauranne to get a glimpse of the waistband of his underwear. Mauranne’s eyes scrutinized the garment.
“Hmm,” she said, her tone satisfied. “Good job, Ludo. It’s important to follow these rules, and you’re doing well. Just remember to keep everything in place and continue to adhere to our expectations.”
Ludo let out a sigh of relief and straightened his clothes. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. I’ll make sure to keep following the rules,” he said, his voice trembling slightly.
With that, she left him to return to his classes, while he adjusted his clothes and tried to regain his composure. The inspection had been a nerve-wracking experience, but he felt a sense of relief knowing he had complied with the expectations set by Mauranne and Johanna.

On a sports class day, Ludo faced the dilemma of having to wear his sports uniform and changing in the locker room with his classmates. To avoid embarrassment, he decided to wear boys' underwear instead of the girls' that was required. He hoped to blend in and avoid drawing attention.
Everything seemed to go well until the sport class ended, and the students were heading back to the locker room to change.
Don arrived at the locker room, a place Ludo hadn't anticipated he would be inspected. He had come to check up on Ludo’s adherence to the rules regarding his clothing.
“Hey, Ludo,” Don said with a commanding presence. “I need to do a quick inspection to make sure you’re following the guidelines.”
Ludo’s heart sank as he realized his mistake. “Uh, yes, Mr. Don,” he replied nervously.
Don approached Ludo. Ludo tried to act nonchalant, but Don’s sharp eyes quickly assessed the situation.
“Lift your shirt,” Don commanded, his tone firm. Ludo hesitated but complied, lifting his shirt just enough for Don to see the waistband of his underwear. Don’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the boys' briefs.
His face hardened. “Ludo, this is boys’ underwear. This is a clear disobedience.”
Ludo’s cheeks flushed with shame. “I’m sorry, Mr. Don. I didn’t want to be seen in the locker room.”

Don’s took Ludo to a private area of the school. It was a small, unused classroom that was rarely visited by students. The room was stark and unwelcoming, which only heightened Ludo’s anxiety about the impending punishment.
He was instructed to kneel in the center of the room. The hard floor was cold and uncomfortable, and he shifted slightly, trying to find a position that was less painful.
Don stood over him, crossing his arms. “You will start by apologizing for your your extremely serious act of disobedience.”
Ludo gulped and looked up at Mr. Don. “I apologize, Mr. Don. I should have followed the rules. I understand now that it’s important to comply no matter what.”
Next, Don instructed him to stand with his back to the wall, arms extended straight out to his sides. This position forced him to remain still and maintain a posture of submission.
To increase the discomfort, Mr. Don added a requirement that Ludo hold a stack of books in his outstretched hands. The books were not excessively heavy, but they were enough to cause his arms to ache and make the experience more strenuous.
While in this position, Ludo was required to remain silent and reflect on his behavior. Don walked around the room, occasionally reminding him to stay focused and maintain his posture.
After the time had passed, Don approached him and said, “Now, you will apologize again and promise to improve your compliance in the future.”
Ludo, exhausted and uncomfortable, managed to say, “I’m sorry, Mr. Don. I promise to follow any instructions in the future.”
Don nodded. “You’ve learned the lesson. But you're still wearing your little boy's briefs. Well, we can't have that, can we? Turn around.”

Ludo obeyed, feeling a lump form in his throat. Before he could prepare himself, Don yanked on the waistband of his underwear, giving him a brutal wedgie. The fabric stretched painfully, digging into his skin. Ludo winced, trying to endure the discomfort.
Don didn't stop until the elastic and fabric snapped with a loud noise. He kept pulling until he was able to rip them off completely. He threw them on the ground. Ludo stood there, red-faced and humiliated, trying to hold back his tears.
“You won't be needing those anymore,” Don said with a satisfied chuckle. “Remember this, little girl: no more boy's underwear. Ever.”
“Yes, Mr. Don. I promise,” Ludo replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Ludo spent the rest of the day without any underwear, feeling vulnerable and exposed with every movement. The breeze reminded him of his predicament, and he couldn't escape the feeling of shame that clung to him.
That night, as he changed into his nightclothes, he vowed never to wear boy's underwear again.

After this incident, he never failed to wear his girly panties. Checks were frequent and could occur anywhere.
Mauranne would corner him during recess in the playground.
“Ludo, show me and tell me what you’re wearing today and tell me how much you like it,” she would say softly.
Ludo would quickly pull down the waistband of his trousers to reveal his frilly, pastel pink panties. “Miss Mauranne, I’m wearing these lovely pink panties. I’m very fortunate to wear such pretty underwear.”

Some other day, in a quiet school corridor, Don approached Ludo. The hall was nearly empty, providing a bit of privacy for the inspection.
“Ludo,” Don said with a hint of authority, “show me your underwear.”
Ludo pulled down his pants slightly to display the bright purple panties with ruffled edges. “Mr. Don, I’m wearing these beautiful purple panties. I’m very lucky to have such elegant panties.”
Don inspected them briefly and said with a smirk, “Well done. Keep up the good work.”
Ludo pulled his pants back up and curtsied, “Thank you, Mr. Don.”

Again once more, in the school toilets, Johanna waited for Ludo to finish his business. Once he was alone, she moved in for a quick check.
“Ludo, show me your panties,” Johanna said with a teasing tone.
He reluctantly lifted his pants to reveal his white panties with a small bow on the front. “Miss Johanna, these white panties are so cute. I love the pink bow so much. It's a privilege to wear these panties.”
Johanna smiled, clearly pleased with the check. “Nice. You’re doing well.”
Ludo thanked her before adjusting his clothing, “Thank you, Miss Johanna.”

During lunch in the school refectory, Mauranne managed to pull Ludo aside. The cafeteria was noisy, which helped with privacy.
“Let’s see your panties,” Mauranne said quietly.
Ludo lifted the waistband of his trousers to show off his bright pink panties with a cartoon character. “Miss Mauranne, I’m wearing these fun panties. Thank you so much for allowing me to have such playful underwear.”
Mauranne inspected them with a smile. “Very nice. Keep wearing them proudly.”
Ludo curtsied to her, “Thank you, Miss Mauranne.”

On the way home from school, Don decided to conduct a surprise check. The street was less crowded, providing a bit of cover.
“Ludo, let me see your underwear,” Don instructed.
Ludo pulled down his pants slightly to reveal cherry colored panties. “Mr. Don, these cherry panties are so pretty. I’m very lucky to wear them.”
Don looked at them and nodded. “Good.”
Ludo curtsied with a forced smile, “Thank you, Mr. Don.”

At the local park, Johanna managed to find Ludo alone in a quieter area. She decided it was time for a check.
“Show me your underwear,” she said.
Ludo, feeling anxious, lifted the waistband of his trousers to display panties decorated with tiny flowers. “Miss Johanna, I’m wearing these lovely flowered panties. I adore them.”
Johanna inspected them and smiled. “Nice choice. Keep it up.”
Ludo curtsied, “Thank you, Miss Johanna.”

Even during a movie at the cinema, Mauranne managed to give Ludo a wedgy.
“Ludo, let’s check your panties,” Mauranne whispered with a grin.
Ludo bend to help her have a view on his delicate lace-trimmed panties. “Miss Mauranne, I’m wearing these elegant lace panties. I’m so fortunate to have such sophisticated underwear.”
Mauranne looked at the panties with satisfaction. “They look great. Keep appreciating them.”
Ludo nodded, “Thank you, Miss Mauranne.”

Throughout these checks, Ludo always complied with a polite smile, showing his underwear as requested and expressing gratitude despite his deep embarrassment even if his anxiety about being noticed was still immense.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 01:05:20 PM: Chapter 28: Gifts In The Locker

One morning, Ludo opened his locker and found a pair of hot pink tights neatly folded inside. The vibrant shade and the delicate fabric immediately stood out. Ludo’s heart sank as he understood that he was expected to put on the tights before the next check. He knew he had to act quickly.
He hurried to the restroom, discreetly removed his regular trousers, then carefully slid his legs into the pink tights. The fabric was snug and slightly shiny, with a soft, almost velvety texture that felt alien against his skin.
He adjusted his clothing as best as he could to minimize their visibility, but the hot pink tights were still noticeable through the thin fabric of his pants.
When Mauranne approached for the check, she greeted Ludo with a teasing tone.
“Ludo, let’s see what you’re wearing today.”
Ludo gulped and lifted his shirt slightly to reveal the pink tights peeking out from his trousers. The bright color was hard to miss.
She chuckled and said, “Oh, Ludo, I see you’ve found my tights. They look just adorable on you.”
Ludo’s face turned crimson. He managed a nervous smile and said, “Thank you for this delicious gift Miss Mauranne.”

One morning, Ludo opened his locker to find a shiny pink leotard folded neatly inside. The leotard was made of a sleek, stretchy material with a glossy finish that caught the light. He felt a sense of dread knowing how noticeable it would be.
In the restroom, he had to completely take off all of his clothes to put on the leotard. He tried to adjust his outer clothing to cover as much of it as possible. He pulled on his regular pants and shirt, but the form-fitting nature of the leotard meant it was still visible around the edges. The leotard felt restrictive and uncomfortable, adding to his unease.
He tried to walk normally, but the tightness of the leotard made him feel self-conscious.
Mauranne approached with her usual playful smile.
“Ludo, let’s see what you’re wearing today,” she said, clearly excited.
Ludo reluctantly lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing the shiny pink leotard underneath. The vibrant color and glossy finish were impossible to miss.
Mauranne’s examined the leotard closely, her grin widening. “Oh, Ludo, you look absolutely fabulous in this leotard! It’s perfect for you. I’m so pleased with how well you’re wearing it.”
Ludo forced a nervous smile and thanked her profusely.

Later that day, Ludo met Don in the school corridor. Don's eyes quickly landed on Ludo, and he noticed the telltale signs of the shiny pink leotard peeking out from under his clothes.
“Ludo, I see you’re wearing something quite special today. Let’s have a proper look at it, shall we?”
Ludo felt a surge of panic. He knew he had to remove both the top and bottom of his normal outfit to reveal the full leotard. The idea of exposing himself fully in such a public area was deeply embarrassing, and he feared that someone might walk by.
He hesitated, his face turning red as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, trying to avoid the full reveal. His hands shook slightly, and he tried to offer a nervous smile.
Don noticed Ludo’s hesitation and raised an eyebrow, his expression turning more serious. “Ludo, hesitation like this warrants a punishment. You need to show the full leotard now.”
Ludo’s heart raced. He knew that Mr. Don’s tone meant business, and he couldn’t afford to disobey.
He pulled off his shirt and pants, letting them fall to the floor. The leotard’s glossy surface shimmered under the fluorescent lights, its bright pink color and lace details now fully visible. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the corridor.
Don inspected the leotard with an amused yet authoritative gaze. “Well, well, Ludo. You’re certainly putting a lot of effort into embracing this outfit. The leotard looks just as fabulous as I imagined.”
Ludo stood still, trying to ignore the growing sense of embarrassment. He forced a nervous smile and said, “Thank you, Mr. Don. I’m very fortunate to have such a beautiful piece of clothing.”
Don nodded, clearly pleased with the sight but still serious. “Good. Now, because you hesitated, there will be a punishment for your behavior today.
Ludo nodded. “Yes, Mr. Don. I understand.”
After Don finished his inspection, he motioned for Ludo to get dressed. Ludo quickly put his clothes back on, feeling the leotard’s fabric pressing against him as he dressed over it.
“Thank you, Mr. Don. Please forgive me for my hesitation. I am deeply sorry.”
“Sorry isn't enough,” Don replied sharply.
He glanced around, ensuring the hallway was still empty, then motioned for Ludo to follow him and texted Johanna and Mauranne to join them.

“What's going on?” Johanna asked, smirking.
“Ludo here hesitated during his inspection,” Don explained. “We need to remind him of his place.”
Mauranne's eyes gleamed with excitement. “Oh, this will be fun.”
They led Ludo into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them. Don turned to face Ludo, his expression serious. “Strip,” he commanded.
Ludo's hands trembled as he slowly removed his clothes, the humiliation burning on his cheeks. Once he was down to his leotard, Don shook his head. “All of it, Ludo.”
With a deep breath, Ludo complied, standing naked before them. Johanna and Mauranne snickered, whispering to each other.
“Now, what should his punishment be?” Don mused, looking to the girls for suggestions.
“How about some lines?” Johanna suggested. “He can write, 'I must obey without hesitation' a hundred times.”
Her friends agreed and she Johanna handed him a piece of paper and a pen. “Get started on those lines,” she ordered.
Ludo sat down at a desk and began writing, the shame of his situation making it hard to concentrate. He knew that any further hesitation would only make things worse.
As he wrote, Johanna and Mauranne took colorful markers and stickers and started writing and sticking on him.
“Now, go to class,” Don ordered. “And remember, any hesitation will be met with even harsher punishment.”
Ludo nodded, his eyes downcast. “Yes, Mister Don. Thank you Mister Don, Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne.”

Once he was dressed again, the marks could still be seen on his wrists and neck.
As he walked through the hallways, he could feel the stares and hear the whispers of his classmates. The humiliation was almost unbearable, but he knew he had no choice but to endure it.
By the end of the day, he found Don, Johanna, and Mauranne waiting for him outside the school.
“Did you learn your lesson?” Don asked, his tone demanding.
“Yes, Mister Don,” Ludo replied quietly.
“Good,” Don said with a satisfied nod. “Remember, Ludo, you are to obey without question or hesitation. Understood?“
“Yes, Mister Don. Thank you Mister Don, Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne,” Ludo repeated with his best curtsey.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 01:23:57 PM: Chapter 29: Less Discreet Gifts

Ludo’s day began with a nervous flutter when he discovered the latest surprise in his locker, wrapped in shiny silver paper with a large pink bow: a pair of neon pink, sparkly bloomers, adorned with glitter and a frilly lace trim.
Hurrying to the restroom, he quickly changed into the bloomers, trying to hide them under his school clothes.
“Good morning, Ludo. Let’s see how you’re handling today’s little challenge,” Don said with a playful grin by cornering him behind a door just before entering class. He lifted Ludo’s shirt, revealing the neon pink bloomers. The sight made Don chuckle.
“Well, look at that,” Don said, clearly amused. “You’re really sparkling today.”
Ludo’s face flushed with a deep crimson hue. “Yes, Mr. Don,” he managed to reply, his voice barely above a whisper.
Don pulled his pants down to his knees to inspected the bloomers with evident delight.

In class, Ludo could feel the neon pink fabric rubbing against his skin. Every time he shifted in his seat, the bloomers seemed to chafe and itch.
While the teacher was explaining a new topic, Don whispered sharply, “Ludo, you forgot to thank me for my thoughtful gift, you’ll need to make up for it.”
Ludo became livid at his forgetfulness. He begged for Don's forgiveness, avoiding attention and knowing he wouldn't escape punishment. He just hoped it wouldn't happen in class.
His eyes widened with concern as he felt Don’s hand discreetly slip small, uncomfortable accessories to him. Don's quiet command was clear: Ludo was to put it on and endure its effects for the remainder of the class.
The accessories turned out to be a pair of tight, glittery ankle cuffs that jingled with every step and bracelets with little bells. Ludo had to put the bracelets on his ankles and wrists, making every move more noticeable and uncomfortable.

The rest of the class was a grueling experience for Ludo. He struggled to focus on the lesson while trying to minimize the sound of the jingling.
When the class ended, Don approached Ludo once more. “I hope you’ve learned the importance of expressing gratitude?” Don said with a smirk.
Ludo nodded and thanked Don profusely. “Thank you, Mr. Don. I’m really sorry for forgetting,” he said, his voice filled with genuine regret.
Don’s grin widened as he heard Ludo’s sincere apology. “Good,” Don said, clearly satisfied. “Remember, it’s all about showing respect, no matter what.”
For the rest of the day, the sound of the tiny bells was faint but insistent, a constant reminder of his punishment. The jingling sound was subtle but persistent, a reminder of his lapse in manners.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 01:54:32 PM: Chapter 30: Home Visit

One day after school, Johanna and Don followed Ludo home. He understood that he had to bring them in, glad that his Mom hadn't come home yet.
“Please, come in,” Ludo said as he ushered them inside.

Once inside Ludo’s room, Johanna and Don started by inspecting Ludo’s drawer, where his boy’s underwear was still neatly stored.
“Ludo, we’ve decided to update your wardrobe,” Johanna said with a mischievous grin. “We’re going to replace all your useless and inappropriate boy’s briefs with girls’ underwear.”
Don helped Johanna remove all the boy’s underwear from the drawer and replace them with various pairs of feminine underwear: lacy panties, pastel-colored briefs, and frilly designs.

Just as Don and Johanna were finishing, Ludo’s Mom arrived home. She came to see him in his room and met his friends.
“Mom, this is Johanna and Don. They’re friends from school,” Ludo introduced them.
Ludo’s mother, pleased to finally meet her son’s friends, greeted them warmly. “It’s lovely to meet you both. Ludo has mentioned you a lot. Please, come and stay for dinner.”
During dinner, Don and Johanna allowed Ludo to address them by their first names, dropping the formal titles of “Miss” and “Mr.” as long as his mother was present. However, they instructed him to count how many times he used their first names, as he would be punished for each infraction later.
Throughout the meal, they whispered orders to Ludo, which he had to follow without drawing his mother’s attention.
“Ludo, can you pick up my fork off the floor please?” Johanna said. And once under the table he had to kiss her foot.
“Ludo, clear my plate, please,” Don added, making sure his instructions were carried out promptly.

Ludo’s mother engaged Johanna and Don in conversation. “Ludo is such a shy boy and has a hard time at school. I’m glad to see he’s found friends who seem to help him come out of his shell.”
Johanna smiled warmly. “Oh, yes, we’re very good friends with Ludo. We help him grow and learn to be more responsible and mature.”
Don nodded in agreement. “We’re here to support him and help him become a better person.”
As the conversation progressed, his mother turned to Ludo. “Ludo, it seems like you’ve made some wonderful friends here. You should tell me more about them.”
“Yes, Mom,” Ludo began hesitantly. “Don, Johanna, and her sister Mauranne are really great friends. They help me a lot.”
His mother smiled warmly. “That’s wonderful to hear, Ludo. How do they help you?”
Ludo took a deep breath. “Well, sometimes I can be really forgetful and a bit, um, dummy. Like the other day, I couldn’t find my homework, and Don helped me look for it. It turned out I had left it in my locker. I felt so silly.”
Don chuckled, playing along. “Yeah, Ludo tends to be a bit absent-minded sometimes, but we're happy to always check on him.”

Ludo’s mother nodded approvingly. “That’s very kind of you, Don.”
Ludo continued, “And Johanna and Mauranne are always reminding me to stay organized. I’m really bad at keeping track of my things. Like, there was this one time when I forgot my lunch at home, and Mauranne shared hers with me. She even helped me pack my bag properly after that.”
Johanna chimed in, “Ludo’s got a big heart, but he just needs a bit of guidance to stay on track. We’re happy to help.”
His mother looked touched. “You all seem like such good friends. I’m glad Ludo has you.”
Ludo felt his cheeks burning but knew he had to keep going. “They also help me with my social skills. Sometimes I can be really shy and unsure of what to say. They teach me how to be more confident.”
Johanna smiled sweetly. “Ludo just needs a little push sometimes, and we’re here to support him.”

Ludo’s mother beamed with pride. “It’s wonderful that you have such caring friends, Ludo. It sounds like they really look out for you.”
Ludo forced a smile. “Yes, Mom. They really do.”
Throughout dinner, Ludo continued to compliment his friends, weaving in examples of his so-called clumsiness and forgetfulness. Every time he spoke, Don and Johanna would nod approvingly, encouraging him to keep going. His mother seemed genuinely touched by the camaraderie and support she perceived among them.

After dinner, when they returned to Ludo's room, the atmosphere changed. Don closed the door behind them, and the three turned to face Ludo.
“Now, Ludo,” he said, arms crossed, “how many times did you call us by our first names without titles tonight?”
“Ten times, Mister Don,” Ludo admitted, lowering his head.
“That's ten punishments, then. And since you forgot to thank us for staying for diner, we'll add another,” Don said sternly.
Ludo felt his face burn with shame as he knelt before Don. “Thank you, Mister Don. I'm sorry for my faults,” he said.
“Good girl,” Don replied. “Now, let’s start with those punishments.”
They gave him to write “I must always show respect to Mister Don, Miss Johanna, and Miss Mauranne” 100 times. The punishment had to be finished by the next morning.
He also had to write apology notes to each of his master and mistresses. “Make sure you express how grateful you are for our guidance,” Johanna instructed.
Johanna pointed to a corner of the room. “When you will be done with you lines and letters, you will stand there for 30 minutes without moving.”
They also told him that the next day he would have to tuck his shirt into his panties and let the elastic stick out of his pants to be visible. “It's hardly a punishment,” said Johanna, “after all you should be proud to show off your pretty little girl's underwear to everyone!”
He should also wear his bracelets and anklets again to school.
But first, “You need to recite 'I am a silly little girl who needs to learn her place' 50 times, and make sure you sound sincere,” Don said.
Ludo kneeling, bowed his head. “Thank you, Mister Don and Miss Johanna, for your guidance and for helping me learn my place,” he said, his voice filled with deference.
Don patted his head. “Good girl. Now you can go to work. We see you tomorrow!”
Ludo nodded, feeling utterly humiliated but knowing he had to show his appreciation. “Yes, Mister Don. Thank you,” he whispered before they leave the room.
Ludo diligently did his punishments, even those that Don and Johanna could not verify. He went to bed late and was stressed for the next day. But he had to obey whatever it cost.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 02:09:17 PM: Chapter 31: Becoming Visible

One morning, as Ludo opened his locker, he found a small bottle of transparent nail polish inside.
Nervously, he took the bottle and applied the nail polish to his nails. The polish was nearly invisible, but Ludo felt incredibly self-conscious, imagining that everyone would notice.
All day, Ludo was on edge. He constantly glanced at his nails, worried that someone would notice the slight sheen. He kept his hands hidden as much as possible, shoving them in his pockets or clasping them behind his back. Every time he interacted with someone, he felt a rush of anxiety, convinced that they would see and comment on his nails.

During the last period of the day, Ludo was in math class. As the teacher wrote equations on the board, Ludo's mind wandered. He absentmindedly tapped his fingers on the desk, and the girl next to him noticed.
“Hey, do you have nail polish on?” she whispered, her eyes narrowing as she examined his nails.
Ludo's heart pounded. “Uh, no, it's just... a trick of the light,” he stammered, pulling his hands away.
The girl shrugged, but Ludo's panic surged. He couldn't wait for the day to end.
When the final bell rang, he quickly gathered his things and headed for the exit. As he walked through the hallway, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Mauranne, Johanna, and Don standing there.
“How was your day, Ludo?” Johanna asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Ludo hesitated. “It was... fine, Miss Johanna,” he said.
Don stepped closer and grabbed his hand, examining his nails. “Nice polish,” he said with a smirk. “Looks like you followed instructions.”
Ludo felt embarrassment, but also a strange sense of pride for complying with his master and mistresses.
He quickly curtseyed, lowering his head. “Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Don. I appreciate the compliment on my nails,” he said, his voice full of genuine gratitude.

Over the next few days, he continued to wear the transparent nail polish. Until he found another surprise in his locker. This time, it was a small tube of lip balm. The nail polish had been hard enough, but now he had to add a glossy sheen to his lips. He sighed, knowing there was no way around it.
In the bathroom, Ludo cautiously applied the light pink balm that made his lips glisten. He examined his reflection in the mirror with dread. The shine was subtle but noticeable if someone looked closely.
All day, he was hyper-aware of his lips. He constantly licked them, trying to reduce the shine, but it only seemed to make it worse. He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact and hoping no one would notice.

During lunch, Mauranne approached Ludo again. “How are you feeling today, Ludo?” she asked, her tone sweet but with a hint of mockery.
Ludo bowed his head slightly and curtseyed. “I'm fine, Miss Mauranne. Thank you for asking,” he replied, his voice full of forced cheerfulness.
Mauranne tilted her head, examining his lips. “Your lips look lovely today,” she said, a sly smile playing on her face.
Ludo blushed deeply. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne. I appreciate the compliment.”

Later in the day, Ludo had a class with both Don and Johanna. During a break, Don approached him, scrutinizing his appearance. “Let's see those lips, Ludo,” he said, lifting Ludo's chin.
Ludo obediently puckered his lips slightly, showing off the glossy balm. Don smirked. “Good job, Ludo. You're learning to follow instructions well.“
Ludo curtseyed deeply. “Thank you, Mr. Don, for your kind words,” he said, his heart racing.
Johanna joined them, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “It suits you, Ludo. You look pretty,” she teased.
Ludo's face burned with embarrassment, but he managed a small smile. “Thank you, Miss Johanna. I'm glad you think so,” he replied, curtseying again.

That evening, Ludo was in his room, applying a fresh coat of the lip balm as instructed. He knew that one of his masters or mistresses might check on him at any moment. His phone buzzed with a message from Don: “How are your lips looking, Ludo?“
Ludo quickly snapped a selfie, making sure his lips were clearly visible, and sent it back. “Shiny and pretty, Mr. Don. Thank you for checking,” he wrote with compliance.

The next morning, Ludo found a new lipstick tube. This one was even glossier and had a faint pink tint.
Over the next few weeks, Ludo's transformation became more pronounced. The once subtle changes gradually gave way to more overt feminization.

And then one day Johanna handed Ludo a small piece of lace one day after school.
“Ludo, you'going to sew this lace onto the collar of your shirt. It will look cute.”
“Of course, Miss Johanna,” Ludo replied, his hands trembling slightly as he took the lace. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
That evening, Ludo sat at his desk, carefully sewing the lace onto his shirt collar. The delicate work required patience, and he knew Johanna and Mauranne expected nothing less than perfection.
As days passed, Johanna and Mauranne added more demands. They handed him ribbons and small bows, instructing him to attach them to various parts of his clothing.

“Ludo, add these pink ribbons to your shoelaces. It’s a subtle touch, but it will make a difference.”
“Yes, Miss Mauranne. I'll do that right away. Thank you for guiding me,” Ludo responded, his voice steady despite the nervous flutter in his stomach.
Ludo spent his evenings meticulously adding these feminine touches to his wardrobe. He sewed small bows onto his socks and attached delicate lace trim to the cuffs of his sleeves.
As the weeks went by, his classmates began to notice the changes. The lace on his collar, the ribbons on his shoelaces, and the bows on his socks did not go unnoticed.
“Hey, Ludo, what's up with your clothes? Did you lose a bet or something?” a classmate teased, pointing at the lace on his collar.
“No, I just... I like them this way,” Ludo stammered, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Johanna and Mauranne grew bolder with their demands. They handed Ludo a small, delicate brooch shaped like a butterfly.
“Pin this to your jacket, Ludo. It's a lovely addition.”
“Yes, Miss Johanna. Thank you for trusting me with this,” Ludo said, bowing his head slightly in deference.
He pinned the brooch to his jacket, feeling the weight of each new accessory as it added to his transformation. The gradual changes in his appearance were now undeniable, and Ludo found himself constantly aware of the feminizing touches adorning his clothes.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 02:21:57 PM: Chapter 32: More And More Tormentors

On a sunny afternoon, as Ludo was leaving school, he saw Mauranne waiting with her friends near the school gates.
“Good afternoon, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo said, bowing deeply and giving a courteous curtsey. “I hope you are having a wonderful day.”
Mauranne’s friends exchanged amused glances, clearly intrigued by Ludo’s formal greeting. Mauranne smiled, clearly enjoying the attention. “Thank you, Ludo. You’re looking as charming as ever. My friends and I have planned a little outing. Would you like to join us?”
Ludo, knowing he had little choice but to comply, replied, “I’d be delighted to, Miss Mauranne.”

Ludo followed them to the park, where the girls had planned a series of playful activities. They first had him participate in a game of “pretend prince.” Mauranne and her friends took turns issuing royal commands, and Ludo dutifully followed, performing exaggerated bows and curtseys.
“Ludo,” Mauranne said with a grin, “please fetch us drinks from the park’s vending machine.”
“Of course, Miss Mauranne,” Ludo replied, hurrying off to get the drinks. He returned with the cans, giving another deep curtsey as he handed them out.

Next, Mauranne and her friends set up an impromptu obstacle course, complete with hula hoops and cones. “Time for the obstacle course,” Mauranne declared. “Show us your agility, Ludo!”
Ludo navigated the course, weaving through the cones and hopping through the hula hoops. The girls cheered and laughed, taking pictures of him as he completed each challenge.
After the obstacle course, Mauranne’s friends decided it was time for a bit of pampering. They had Ludo sit on a picnic blanket while they gave him a “makeover.” They applied bright, playful makeup to his face, added temporary glitter tattoos, and styled his hair with colorful clips.
Mauranne watched with satisfaction, clearly enjoying her role in directing the fun. “Thank you for my makeover, Miss Mauranne. Thank you for including me in your fun,” he said curtsying.
He ran home to wash himself before his Mom came home, and hoping not to meet too many people on the way.

On the way, he was stopped by a bunch of young children. “Hey! That’s him I was talking to you about, look at him, he looks like a girl!”, a girl shouted.
They circled around him. They were giggling and whispering to each other, pointing at him with curiosity and amusement.
“Are you a girl or a boy,” a boy asked.
“I’m a boy,” Ludo said, lowering his head.
“You look like a girl to me!”, the boy laughed.
“Is it true that you let them boss you around?” one of the younger boys asked, barely able to contain his laughter.
Ludo, feeling a flush of embarrassment, tried to ignore them. But his silence only fueled their boldness.
“Why do you let them do that to you?” a little girl chimed in, her voice high-pitched and mocking.
As Ludo remained silent, the teasing escalated. They started calling him names, mocking his obedience to his masters and mistresses.
“You're like a big baby!” another boy taunted, “You do whatever they say!”
Ludo felt the sting of their words but knew he had to endure it. He had been conditioned to accept humiliation, and this was no different, even if it came from much younger kids.
“Do you cry when they tell you off?” one of the girls asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Ludo's eyes began to well up with tears, much to the delight of the kids. Seeing his emotional reaction, they pressed on, their taunts becoming more relentless.
“Look! He's going to cry!” they jeered, pointing and laughing at his teary eyes.
Ludo tried to hold back the tears, but the combination of their mocking voices and the sheer humiliation overwhelmed him. A tear rolled down his cheek, followed by another. The younger children, seeing their power over him, continued their teasing with renewed vigor.
“Crybaby! Crybaby!” they chanted, dancing around him in a cruel circle.

Ludo felt utterly defeated. The tears flowed freely now, and he sobbed openly, which only seemed to entertain them more.
In a desperate attempt to make the teasing stop, he lowered himself even further. He looked up at the children through his tears and begged, “Please, please stop. I can't take it anymore.”
But his plea fell on deaf ears. Instead, they mimicked his begging voice, adding to his humiliation.
“Please, please stop,” they echoed mockingly, laughing as they did so.
Ludo's sobbing became more intense, his body shaking with each sob. The younger children reveled in their power over him, enjoying the spectacle they had created.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 02:25:05 PM: Chapter 33: Opening Up To Mummy

Ludo’s mother noticed the changes subtle feminine touches in his clothing, but also that his movements were more delicate, his demeanor softer. She had suspected something for a while but hadn't confronted him about it.
Ludo had started doing the laundry himself so that she wouldn't notice the absence of his boy underwear and the presence of his panties, but she ended up opening his drawer one day and realizing that he only owns ultra-girly underwear.

“Ludo, can we talk for a minute?” she asked gently as she sat down on the sofa.
Ludo hesitated but then nodded, sitting down across from her. “Sure, Mom.”
She looked at him, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. “I've noticed you've been dressing differently and acting... well, more feminine. And then I saw your new underwear. Is there something you would like to talk to me about?”
Ludo took a deep breath, knowing this was a pivotal moment. “Mom, it's a bit complicated, but I'll try to explain. I guess it all started when I realized I didn't feel like I measured up to other boys. They were always stronger, more confident, and more assertive. I always felt... out of place.”
His mother listened intently, nodding for him to continue.
“I started to feel comfortable when I was around girls, especially Johanna and Mauranne. They didn’t judge me. Instead, they helped me dressing up for fun. And for some reason, it felt... right.”

His mother’s expression softened. “But why girls' clothes, Ludo?“
Ludo blushed but pressed on. “When I started wearing girls' clothes, it was like I found a part of myself that had been missing. The fabrics, the colors, the styles – they all felt more me than any boy's clothes ever did. And it wasn’t just about the clothes. It was about the way they made me feel. Wearing them made me feel cared for and special.”
He paused, gathering his thoughts. “And... Johanna and Mauranne, they started giving me small tasks and orders, Obeying them made me feel useful and accepted in a way I hadn't felt before.”
“Orders?”, his Mom asked intrigued.
“Yes... I know it sounds strange, but taking orders, even humiliating ones, gives me a sense of purpose. It takes away the pressure of trying to fit into a mold that I never could. When I obey, I feel like I’m doing something right, even if it's embarrassing. It feels like my natural place.”
He hesitated before continuing, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this might sound pathetic, but I feel that it’s normal for me to obey them, no matter what. And not just them – anyone who’s more assertive than me. I think others have every right over me because of that.”

His mother took his hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s true that you’ve always had a side… How should I put it… A kind of wimp and crybaby,” she said thinking out loud. “But do they treat you well?”
“Yes, they are demanding and they make me understand my place, whether it's Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne or Mr. Don.”
His Mom frowned upon hearing such formal names.
“But they sometimes treat me like their little sister, like a little baby, and it’s very nice when they give me affection,” he continued to confess.
Ludo smiled, a tear slipping down his cheek. “It makes me feel safe, Mom. When I’m pampered and treated like a little girl, I don’t have to worry about being good enough. I can just be. I know it’s weird, but it makes me feel loved and protected in a way I can’t explain.”
She nodded, understanding dawning in her eyes. “Ludo, I love you no matter what. If this is who you are and what makes you happy, then we'll figure it out together.”

Ludo felt a weight lift off his shoulders. “Thank you, Mummy. I was so scared to tell you, but I feel better now.”
She ignored him using the childish term and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 17, 2024, 02:28:39 PM: Chapter 34: Opening Up To The World

One day, during a school assembly, Ludo was called to the front by his teacher. His classmates and teachers noticed the not so subtle makeup on his face, the pink nail polish, and the barrettes in his hair. The whispers and giggles were almost deafening, but Ludo stood tall.
“Ludo has something he wants to share with all of us,” a teacher announced.
Ludo took a deep breath, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He looked out at the sea of faces, including his Mom who had been invited by the school.
“I... I like being feminine,” Ludo said, his voice trembling but gaining strength with each word. “I like wearing makeup, and nail polish, and feminine clothes. This was my choice, and I'm happy this way.”
There were gasps and murmurs from the crowd.

In the weeks, his nail polish turned a brighter shade of pink. Barrettes decorated his hair, holding back the growing strands that framed his face. He wore girl's t-shirts and tights under his shorts. Ballet flats replaced his sneakers.
At the request of his master and mistresses, he began to remove his entire hair very frequently to have smooth baby skin.
Of course, Ludo faced teasing and mockery, but he also found a strange sense of liberation.

There was no longer any question of blackmail into revealing his embarrassing photos and videos. The whole world must now know Ludo's true nature. Either way, it was obvious to Don, Johanna, and Mauranne that the images were just a pretext and that Ludo was a willing participant in the domination relationship he was in.
In private sessions with Don, Johanna, and Mauranne, Ludo confessed everything. One evening, as they sat in Mauranne's living room, Ludo kneeling before, he even admitted that forgetting his swimsuit the very first time was on purpose. Johanna laughed and said she knew it all along, she had immediately noticed how mesmerized he was by the ultra feminine swimsuit.

After this confession Johanna and Mauranne dressed him in a beautiful pink dress, complete with lace and ribbons. His hair was styled, and his makeup was done to perfection.
“You look lovely,” Johanna said, adjusting a ribbon in Ludo's hair.
“Thank you, Miss Johanna,” Ludo replied, curtseying. “I appreciate everything you've done for me.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: Sandra B on August 17, 2024, 05:33:58 PM: Love the meticulously-described gradations of feminization. Where can it go from here?
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: BabyJay on August 18, 2024, 01:10:50 PM: Delightful story. Ludo seems to be very happy. Look forward to next episodes. Could he become their permanent little toddler girl?
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 19, 2024, 01:49:25 PM: Thanks for your feedback Sandra and BabyJay!
Yes, Ludo basically appreciates, he asked for it after all, even if his treatment is not easy.
As for his future, it is in the hands of his mistresses, master and now Mummy!
Big kisses to you!
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 19, 2024, 01:52:45 PM: Chapter 35: At Mister Don's Feet

Ludo was summoned to Don's house one day late in the afternoon. As he rang the doorbell and was greeted by his master, he couldn’t help but notice the athletic wear clinging to Don’s muscular frame and the faint but unmistakable scent of sweat lingering in the air.
“Good evening, Ludo,” Don greeted him with his usual confident grin. “I just got back from the gym. Take care of helping me relax, my feet are on fire!”
Don settled into a nearby chair, his feet propped up and resting comfortably. Ludo knelt and carefully removed his sneakers, feeling the dampness of the shoes against his fingers. The scent was strong and earthy, a mixture of sweat and the wear of the day’s exercise. Despite the overpowering odor, Ludo found himself inexplicably drawn to it, his heart pounding.
He placed the sneakers neatly aside before reaching for Don’s socks. Slowly and gently, he peeled them off, each movement deliberate to avoid causing discomfort. The smell of the socks was even more intense up close, a pungent, musky aroma that seemed to cling to Ludo’s senses.
As he began to massage Don’s feet, Ludo’s face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. The texture of his master’s feet under his hands was rough yet oddly satisfying. He could feel the warmth and the contours of each toe, and the scent only grew stronger, becoming almost intoxicating.
The more Ludo worked, the more he felt a powerful urge to express his admiration and submission. His eyes kept darting toward Don’s feet and the discarded socks, a part of him wanting to bury his face in them. Don, noticing his distracted and somewhat captivated expression, chuckled softly.
“Well, it seems you’re enjoying this a bit more than I expected,” he said, his tone laced with amusement. “I can see you’re really into it.”
Ludo looked up, his face a mixture of confusion and longing. “I… I’m sorry, Mr. Don,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t mean to…”
Don raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by Ludo’s reaction. “It’s alright, Ludo,” he said, a teasing edge in his voice. “If you want to kiss my feet or smell my socks, that’s fine. Just make sure you do it with the right amount of respect.”
Ludo couldn’t deny the strong urge he felt. Slowly, he lowered his head and placed a tender kiss on Don’s foot. The taste was salty and slightly musky, a direct reflection of the day’s exertion.
After a moment, he took one of Don’s socks and brought it close to his face, inhaling the powerful scent. The aroma was overwhelming yet strangely comforting, filling him with an intense sensation of submission. He closed his eyes, captivated.
Don watched with satisfaction.
“Alright, Ludo,” Don finally said, breaking the silence. “You’ve done a good job. You can stop now.”
Ludo, still slightly disoriented from the experience, nodded gratefully. “Thank you, Mr. Don. I really appreciate your guidance.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 19, 2024, 02:10:04 PM: Chapter 36: The Reward

Don, Johanna, and Mauranne, were lounging comfortably after their day, that Ludo had spent entirely performing various tasks.
As he entered the room, they were chatting casually. Don looked at Ludo with a thoughtful expression. “Ludo,” he said, “we’re considering giving you a reward for your work today. But before we do, we want to make sure you really want it. We’re not going to make it easy for you.”
Johanna nodded with amusement. “We want to see just how much this reward means to you. Show us how much you desire it.”
Mauranne smiled and added, “Beg us properly, and make sure we know this is what you want most in the world.”
Ludo knelt before them. “Please, Mister Don, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne,” he said, knowing he was expected to ask for a reward that would show he knew his place. “I have worked very hard today and I would be honored to kiss your feet as a reward. I’ve tried my best to meet your expectations, and I would be so grateful for the opportunity to show my respect and appreciation.”
Johanna leaned forward with a smirk. “Oh, Ludo, we’ve seen you’ve been quite diligent,” she said. “But we need to make sure you really want this.”
Mauranne nodded in agreement. “Beg us a little more,” she said. “Show us that you truly value this reward.”
Ludo’s face turned crimson as he continued to plead. “Please, I really need this,” he said, tears welling up in his eyes. “It would mean everything to me. I’ll do anything you ask, just let me show my gratitude by kissing your feet.”
Don, Johanna, and Mauranne looked at each other, satisfied with Ludo’s sincere and heartfelt plea. They allowed him to approach. Johanna extended her foot toward him, and Ludo hesitated for a moment before pressing his lips gently against her toes. He moved on to Don and Mauranne, showing his appreciation with each kiss.
Ludo’s plea was met with satisfaction from his master and mistresses. Johanna extended her foot toward him, and he eagerly pressed his lips against her delicate toes. Don and Mauranne watched with approving smiles as Ludo continued to beg and show his gratitude, kissing each of their feet in turn.

After that day, Ludo's routine now included that his performance would be evaluated, and a reward might be granted if he met the expectations set by his masters and mistresses.
For instance, if Don was pleased with how he had organized his room, he might instruct him to kiss his feet as a sign of gratitude and respect. Ludo would lower himself to the floor, gently pressing his lips against Don’s feet, his cheeks flushed. The scent of Don’s socks would add to the experience, making the act more intimate.
After a demanding ballet practice, Mauranne might reward him with the chance to show his admiration by kissing the delicate pink slippers she had worn. This would be accompanied by her praise and teasing, reinforcing Ludo's feelings of gratitude and submission.
After completing a particularly difficult task or meeting an important goal, he might be given the chance to buried his face in Don’s socks or kissing Johanna’s freshly pedicured feet repeatedly.
The anticipation of receiving such rewards often motivated him to perform his duties with even greater care and diligence.

One day, Don, Johanna and Mauranne had returned from a day of sports, they placed their shoes in front of him.
Mauranne watched with a grin as Ludo picked them up carefully, holding them close to his chest. He buried his face inside, inhaling deeply and savoring the unique scent. His expression was one of pure contentment, as if he had been given a precious gift.
“Thank you so much, Miss Mauranne, Mister Don, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said, his voice filled with deep gratitude. “It makes me so happy to hold and cuddle your sacred shoes.”

He looked up at Don. His eyes glistened as he said, “Mister Don, I love you so much.”
He turned to Johanna, “Miss Johanna, I love you,” he said holding her hand and pressing it to his cheek.
He crawled to Mauranne, “Miss Mauranne, I love you so much.”
He continued, “Mistresses, Master, I’m so grateful for the chance to kiss your shoes and feet. Thank you for everything.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 19, 2024, 02:17:23 PM: Chapter 37: A Puppy Day

When she playfully asked him what he would be like if he were an animal, Ludo answered without the slightest hesitation, “A little female puppy, Miss Johanna.”
Don, Johanna, and Mauranne immediately took to the idea, commanding Ludo to craft a female dog costume at home. Ludo was eager to please and started working on it.

He set to work in his room, gathering materials from around the house. He used an old pair of tights for the body suit, decorated with faux fur fabric he had scavenged from a craft store. He fashioned floppy ears out of felt and attached them to a headband. A tail was created from a long piece of fabric, which he stuffed with cotton to give it a fluffy appearance.
For the costume’s finishing touches, Ludo added a pink bow to the headband to give it a more feminine touch. He used fabric glue to attach the ears and tail securely.
The result was a somewhat homemade but charmingly earnest attempt at a female dog costume.

Don looked Ludo up and down, suppressing a chuckle at the sight of Ludo in his makeshift costume. “Well, Ludo,” Don said with a playful smirk, “you’ve done a commendable job. Let’s see how well you perform in your new role.”
Johanna clapped her hands with delight as Ludo performed tricks, like rolling over and begging. “You’re quite the adorable little pup,” she remarked with a giggle. “Look at you! You really do know how to play the part.”
Mauranne then asked him to perform a few more tasks, including fetching a toy and sitting on command. Each time he complied, he was met with approving smiles and gentle pats.
Don’s amusement was evident as he watched Ludo wag his faux tail and execute each command with unwavering obedience and enthusiasm.

As the evening approached, he nervously approached the dining table, where his master and mistresses were already seated.
He was given a special bowl of soft, easy-to-eat food, which he consumed from the floor. As he ate, he made sure to keep up his canine behavior, occasionally looking up with adoring eyes.
After dinner, he was invited to cuddle at their feet while they petted him and gave him gentle scratches behind the ears.
When it was time for bed, he was guided to a designated sleeping area floor beside Don and Johanna's bed.
In the middle of the night, Johanna got up to check on him. He was sleeping peacefully, curled up in his costume.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 12:42:16 PM: Chapter 38: Babysitting

One evening, Johanna had Ludo accompany her while she babysat her neighbors' children.
As they arrived, Johanna introduced him to the two children she was babysitting: a precocious five-year-old girl named Chelsea and her two-year-old brother, Sam. Chelsea eyed Ludo curiously.
“Ludo is going to help me take care of you two tonight,” Johanna said with a smile. “And he's going to be on his best behavior, just like a good baby.”

She produced a full baby girl outfit she had prepared for him. It included a frilly pink onesie, matching booties, and a diaper. Ludo’s heart sank as he saw the outfit, but he didn’t dare protest.
“Put these on,” Johanna instructed. “You’ll be a good baby girl for the evening. And remember, you’re only allowed to make baby noises.”
Ludo complied, donning the outfit with trembling hands. “Thank you, Miss Johanna.”
In the living room, Johanna set up toys for Chelsea and Sam. As Sam crawled around the room, babbling and playing, Ludo followed suit, positioning himself on all fours and imitating his movements.
Chelsea couldn’t help but giggle as she watched Ludo crawl around. “Look, Sam! Ludo’s a baby too! A baby girl!” she exclaimed, finding the situation hilarious. Ludo, deeply embarrassed, tried to stay focused on mimicking Sam as closely as possible.
When dinner time arrived, Johanna prepared a simple meal for the kids. She set Sam up in his high chair with a plate of cut-up food and a sippy cup. Then, she turned to Ludo and handed him a plastic bowl of mashed vegetables and a similar sippy cup.
“You’ll eat on the floor next to Sam,” Johanna directed, patting a spot on the kitchen floor.
Ludo took his place on the floor and began to eat the mushy food with his fingers, trying to emulate Sam’s eating habits. Chelsea watched with great amusement, her laughter echoing through the room. “Ludo is so silly!” she giggled. “He’s a big baby girl!”
Ludo continued to follow Johanna’s orders. She looked on with approval.

As dinner concluded, Sam began to fidget and whimper, indicating he needed a diaper change, which the smell quickly confirmed. Johanna picked him up and carried him to the changing table. Glancing at Ludo, she said, “You know what to do, Ludo.”
Trying to focus, he let himself relax and soon filled his diaper, just like the real baby.
Johanna changed Sam’s diaper with practiced efficiency, then turned her attention to Ludo. “Time for your change,” she said.
He lay down on the floor next to Sam’s changing area. Johanna performed the diaper change with exaggerated motions, making Chelsea laugh even harder. Ludo lay still, feeling the warmth and discomfort of his filled diaper, while Johanna expertly changed him.
Chelsea pointed and laughed, “Ludo’s diaper is so full! Look at him!”

As the evening wound down, it was time for bed. Johanna put Sam in his crib and then turned to Ludo. “You’ll sleep here too,” she said, pointing to a makeshift bed on the floor next to Sam’s crib. It was complete with a baby blanket and a stuffed animal.
Ludo lay down on the floor, pulling the blanket over himself. Chelsea approached and giggled, “Goodnight, baby Ludo! Sleep tight!”
Before turning out the lights, Johanna leaned over him and said, “Now, thank Chelsea for taking care of you.”
Ludo made baby noises, trying to convey his gratitude. He cooed and babbled, “Ba-ba, goo-goo!” Chelsea giggled, “You’re welcome, baby Ludo. Have a good night!”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 12:49:16 PM: Chapter 39: The Birthday Party

As Ludo walked into his home after school, he was greeted by a loud chorus of “Surprise!” The living room was filled with classmates, neighborhood kids, and his master and mistresses. His Mom stood behind the crowd, smiling warmly. Ludo’s heart raced as he realized what was happening.

His Mom had been working closely with Don, Johanna, and Mauranne to decorated the house with balloons, streamers, and a large “Happy Birthday” banner. She had also prepared snacks, drinks, and a beautiful cake.
“Happy Birthday, Ludo!” she said, giving him a hug. Ludo felt a wave of relief mixed with anxiety as he sensed her acceptance of his situation.
However, that relief was short-lived as the games began.

The first game was a dress-up relay. Ludo was the star, and the children took turns dressing him in various silly, girly outfits from a huge pile of costumes. Each outfit was more ridiculous than the last: oversized bows, tutus, frilly dresses, and colorful wigs. The children laughed and clapped as Ludo obediently let them transform him. Comments like “Look at the pretty princess!” and “What a cute dolly!” rang out, adding to his embarrassment.
His Mom watched, occasionally whispering encouragement to him. “You’re doing great, sweetie,” she said, chuckling as he twirled in a sparkly tutu.

Next, Don and Johanna announced a dance-off. Ludo was made to perform silly, exaggerated dance moves while wearing a particularly embarrassing outfit chosen by Mauranne: a bright pink ballerina costume with matching slippers. The children howled with laughter as Ludo twirled and leaped awkwardly around the room.
“Isn’t he the most graceful ballerina?” one of the kids jeered, while another shouted, “Twirl faster!”

The final game was an obstacle course set up in the backyard. Ludo had to navigate through it while wearing a blindfold and following the shouted instructions of the other children. The obstacles were designed to be humiliating: crawling under low ropes that snagged on his tutu, balancing on wobbly platforms, and collecting “princess” accessories along the way. Each mistake he made was met with jeers and laughter.
“Come on, Ludo, you can do it!” his Mom called out, amused. “Don’t forget your tiara!”

Before the cake, Don announced that it was time for the traditional birthday spanking. Ludo’s eyes widened in horror, but he knew better than to resist. He was bent over Don’s knee as the children gathered around, chanting the number of spanks.
“One! Two! Three!” they counted, each spank delivered with a firm hand. By the time they reached his age, Ludo’s bottom was sore, and his face was flushed with embarrassment.
“Thank you, Mister Don,” Ludo said quietly, curtseying once he was let up. “I deserved that.”

Mauranne handed Ludo a microphone and a script. “Time for a speech, birthday boy!” she announced. The script was filled with childish, embarrassing statements Ludo had to read aloud. He hesitated, but a stern look from Don pushed him forward.
“I want to thank all my wonderful superiors for making my birthday so special,” Ludo read, his voice trembling. “I love being their pretty baby girl, especially when I get to wear such beautiful dresses!” The crowd erupted in laughter, and Ludo’s face turned beet red.
“Good job, Ludo!” his Mom said, barely holding back her laughter. “You’re such a brave boy.”

He was presented with gifts from everyone. Mauranne handed him a neatly wrapped box. As he opened it, he found a set of pink, frilly underwear. The crowd burst into laughter, and Ludo’s face turned red. “Wow, thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said, curtseying. “These are so beautiful. I can't wait to wear them.”
Johanna’s gift was next—a glittery makeup kit. “Thank you, Miss Johanna,” Ludo said, curtseying again. “This will help me look even prettier.”
Don’s gift was a fluffy unicorn backpack. “Thank you, Mister Don,” Ludo said, smiling. “I love it. It’s perfect for me.”
Finally, his Mom handed him a gift. He opened it to find a delicate, lace-trimmed nightgown. “Mummy, thank you,” Ludo said, his voice choking up. “This means so much to me. Thank you for accepting me.”
His Mom hugged him tightly. “I love you, Ludo. I just want you to be happy.”

It was finally time for the cake. The main cake, which everyone else got to enjoy, was a beautiful, multi-tiered creation with elegant decorations. However, Ludo’s cake was different. It was a single cupcake, sloppily frosted with bright pink icing and a childish drawing of a princess on top.
As everyone sang “Happy Birthday,” Ludo was made to sit in a small chair at the front of the room. Mauranne handed him the cupcake with a smirk. “Here you go, princess. Eat up!” she said.
Ludo took a bite and found the cupcake was overly sweet and filled with an unpleasantly sour jam. He grimaced but forced himself to smile and thank her. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne.”

Eventually, Ludo went to each guest individually, bowing his head slightly in respect. “Thank you for coming to my party,” he said to each one, his voice sincere. “I hope you had a good time.” The children giggled and patted him on the back, some ruffling his hair.
When he reached Don, Johanna, and Mauranne, he curtseyed and said, “Thank you, Mister Don, Miss Johanna, and Miss Mauranne, for organizing this wonderful party for me. I look forward to spending many more years under your rule and guidance.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 01:00:06 PM: Chapter 40: Meeting Families–The Timmermans

It was a late afternoon and Ludo was busy cleaning Don's house. His master liked to be congratulated by his parents by showing them how he took care of their home with responsibility and seriousness.

As Ludo continued his chores in the kitchen, the door opened with a creak, and the sound of footsteps filled the house. his heart raced as he froze, clutching his scrubbing brush tightly.
Don’s father and mother entered, their eyes widening at the unusual scene before them: a young boy dressed in a frilly maid’s outfit, scrubbing the floor on his hands and knees.
Don’s father, puzzled by the sight, asked, “What’s going on here?”

Don, although surprised, reacted with confidence. He stepped forward, addressing his parents. “Mom, Dad, meet our maid, Ludo.”
His parents were confused.
“Ludo, greet my parents properly.”
Ludo stood and greeted with graceful curtsies. “Hello Mr. Timmerman. Hello Mrs. Timmerman. Pleased to meet you.”

Then Don left Ludo behind to explain his parents, showing them all of his videos and pictures of Ludo.
As Don’s parents reviewed the materials, their initial surprise transformed into amusement. They began to chuckle as they grasped the nature of Ludo’s role and Don’s creative control.
“Well, this is quite something,” Don’s father remarked, a grin spreading across his face. “It’s impressive to see how you’ve established control.”
Don’s mother, smiling warmly, added, “You’ve really taken charge, Don. It’s clear you’ve managed this situation exceptionally well.”

With the situation clarified, Don turned to Ludo. “Ludo, you may resume your chores,” he instructed with a firm but kind tone.
Ludo curtsied, “Yes Mister Don”, and quickly returned to scrubbing the floor.
Don’s parents continued to discuss the situation with a mixture of pride and humor.
“You’ve demonstrated great leadership, Don,” his father said, still smiling.
His mother nodded in agreement. Turning to Ludo, she added, “Ludo, you should show your gratitude to Don for including you in this experience. It’s important to acknowledge his role.”
With a deep curtsy, Ludo bowed low. “Yes, Mrs. Timmerman,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Don. I am honored to serve you.”
Don’s parents exchanged amused glances.

“Oh, Ludo,” Don’s mother called out, her tone light but teasing. “I see you’re doing a good job, but have you missed a spot over there?” She pointed to a corner that had been slightly overlooked.
Ludo, blushing and feeling the sting of the criticism, quickly moved to correct his mistake. “Thank you for pointing that out, Mrs. Timmerman,” he said respectfully, his voice tinged with humility. “I will make sure to do a better job.”
She continued, “And make sure to be more thorough next time. You don’t want to miss any areas.”
Ludo, though feeling embarrassed, responded with deep respect. “Thank you for the guidance, Mrs. Timmerman. I will make sure to pay more attention.”

Don then decided to demonstrate how he handled situations when Ludo was perceived as “lazy.” He called him over and explained to his parents, “When Ludo has not been diligent, I use certain methods to address it.”
Don gestured to a small stool. “Ludo, come here and kneel on this stool. We’ll show my Mom and Dad how it’s done.”
Ludo complied with apprehension. Don then took a light, flexible cane and demonstrated a few taps on Ludo’s bottom.
His parents watched with approval. Don’s father commented, “Well, Ludo, it looks like you’re getting a thorough lesson in diligence.”
“Thank you, Mister Don, for showing me how to improve. I will strive to be more attentive and diligent in my tasks,” Ludo said, his head lowered.

As she made her way into the dining room, Don's mother turned to Ludo with an amused glint in her eye. “Ludo, we’d be thrilled if you stayed for dinner. We’d love it if you could cook, set the table, and serve us.”
Ludo accepted the request with a courteous bow. “Thank you, Mrs. Timmerman. I will do my utmost to ensure everything is perfect.”
He set to work preparing the meal. Then, he arranged the table with precision, aligning each piece of cutlery and plate to perfection.
When it was time to serve, Don’s parents took every opportunity to comment on his efforts with a blend of irony and amusement.
“Oh, Ludo, the meal looks simply delightful,” Don’s mother said, her tone light-hearted and teasing. “But I must say, your natural grace and femininity really shine through. Don, don’t you think Ludo is quite the picture of elegance?”
Don chuckled. “Yes, it’s impressive how Ludo manages to maintain such poise. Even if the vegetables are a tad overcooked.”

As Ludo continued to serve, Don’s father found more opportunities to offer playful critiques. “The table setting is almost perfect, but there’s a spot where the fork isn’t quite aligned. It’s almost as if Ludo’s attention to detail is both his strength and his quirk.”
Don’s mother added, “And the napkins could use a bit more finesse. We adore how Ludo’s delicate touch gives everything such an interesting twist.”
Despite Ludo’s best efforts, the parents found minor faults to critique, from the temperature of the food to the arrangement of the table settings.

Noticing the ongoing critiques, Don decided to step in and address the situation directly. He called Ludo over and began to offer corrective feedback. “Ludo, the food should be served at the ideal temperature, and remember to perfect those small details. Your graceful approach is admirable, but let’s fine-tune it a bit.”
Ludo, maintaining his respectful demeanor, nodded in acknowledgment. “Thank you, Mister Don. I appreciate the feedback and will strive to improve.”
As the evening Ludo finished clearing the table and tidying up, Don’s parents expressed their satisfaction and amusement to thein son. “Well, Don,” Mrs. Timmerman said with a warm smile, “you certainly put in a lot of effort tonight. We’ve enjoyed the evening’s service.”
Don’s father added, “And we must thank you for organizing such an entertaining evening.”

Turning to the family, Ludo bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude. “Thank you, Mrs. and Mr. Timmerman, for your hospitality and for allowing me to serve you tonight. I am grateful for the opportunity to be a part of your evening and to learn from the experience.”
With a respectful curtsey and a heartfelt tone, Ludo continued, “Thank you, Mister Don.”

Later, Don’s parents retired to the living room.
His mother took a sip of her tea and looked over at her husband with a smirk. “You know, dear, I must say, it’s quite a relief to know that our son is capable of such authority over someone else. He really has a way of embracing his role, doesn’t he?”
Don’s father chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Absolutely. Don has shown us what real control looks like. The way Ludo clung to every command and how he tried so hard to please— it’s a reminder of how lucky we are that our son doesn’t need to resort to such… submissiveness.”
They exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the contrast between their son’s assertiveness and Ludo’s more deferential approach. “I have to hand it to Don,” his mother continued. “The way Ludo responded to every critique with such earnestness—it’s both entertaining and telling.”
Don’s father leaned back with a satisfied grin. “It’s almost comical, but it also makes you appreciate how well Don has managed things. He’s the one setting the rules and standards. We wouldn’t want Don to end up like Ludo, always having to prove himself and follow orders.”
They both laughed lightly, the humor in their voices indicating their amusement and pride at Ludo’s predicament.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 01:08:07 PM: Chapter 41: Meeting Families–The Smits

When Don told them about the meeting with his parents, Johanna and Mauranne also decided to reveal everything to theirs. They gave them access to their collection of photos, videos, and letters detailing the various activities they had engaged in with Ludo.
Johanna’s mother looked at her husband with a grin. “Can you believe this? The way our daughters have managed to turn these situations into such grand displays of power is impressive.”
Her husband chuckled, nodding in agreement. “Absolutely. It’s quite a sight. The creativity and control they’ve shown are remarkable.”
The parents exchanged knowing glances, clearly proud of their daughters’ ability to blend fun with authority. They appreciated how Johanna and Mauranne had leveraged their influence to create a dynamic that allowed them to assert dominance.

“Johanna, Mauranne,” their mother began, “I must say, we’re thoroughly impressed.”
Johanna’s father added with a chuckle, “Yes, you’re demonstrating skills that will certainly help you succeed in the upper echelons of society.”
As they spoke, their tone carried a light-hearted contempt for Ludo’s role in their daughters' lives. “It’s clear that Ludo’s role was well-suited to his abilities—or lack thereof,” Johanna’s mother remarked with a smirk. “He played his part perfectly, and it’s amusing to see how he’s embraced this role of submission and humiliated himself for your entertainment.”
Her husband added, “It’s evident that Ludo’s position is one that allows for a great deal of fun and amusement. And seeing how you both have managed to navigate this with such finesse only reinforces how well-prepared you are for whatever challenges lie ahead.”
Johanna and Mauranne accepted the praise with gracious smiles, their pride evident. They were pleased to have their parents’ approval and enjoyed the shared laughter about Ludo’s predicament.

One afternoon, Johanna and Mauranne decided it was time to show their parents the full extent of Ludo’s training.
Ludo arrived at the girls' house dressed in a particularly demeaning outfit chosen for the occasion. He wore a pastel pink frilly dress with puffed sleeves and a lace-trimmed hem. The dress, though tailored to fit, was designed to emphasize his feminization. Underneath, he wore matching pink tights and white ballet flats that clicked softly against the floor. His hair was adorned with a large bow, and his face had been carefully made up with light pink lip gloss and a touch of blush.
Johanna and Mauranne’s parents greeted Ludo at the door with an air of amused curiosity. Johanna’s father, with a bemused smirk, invited Ludo in. “Welcome, Ludo,” he said with a chuckle, looking him up and down. “I see you’re dressed for the occasion.”
Ludo, slightly blushing but maintaining a respectful demeanor, curtsied. “Thank you, Mr. Smit. I am here to demonstrate how your daughters how your daughters were kind enough to train me.”

The parents led Ludo to the living room, which had been arranged to showcase different scenarios of his training.
Ludo’s first task was to demonstrate his role as a maid. He began by setting the table for tea, carefully placing plates and cups with precision. As he worked, Johanna and Mauranne’s mother offered him instructions on how to arrange the cutlery, making pointed remarks about his lack of efficiency and precision.
“Ludo, you really must be more careful with how you place the forks,” she said, watching him closely. “It’s important to be perfect when serving.”
Ludo, following her instructions with a slight tremble in his voice, responded, “Yes, Mrs. Smit. I will be more careful.”

Next, Ludo demonstrated his role as their doll. He was asked to sit on a small chair in the middle of the room, where Johanna and Mauranne took turns brushing his hair and cooing at him as if he were a life-sized doll. The parents watched with amused expressions, clearly entertained by the sight of Ludo being treated as a toy.

To show how Ludo could be disciplined, Johanna and Mauranne set up a mock “punishment session.” They instructed Ludo to kneel on the floor, holding his hands behind his back. Johanna’s father watched with a critical eye, ready to provide commentary.
Mr. Smit looked at Ludo with an air of disdain. “It’s quite amusing to see how compliant you are, Ludo. I must say, your position suits you well.”
Johanna then demonstrated a form of punishment they had devised, such as reciting lines of apology. Each mistake was met with a light tap on the back of his legs with a ruler.

Ludo was also made to dance in his dress, perform small tricks like spinning around, and recite lines of praise and gratitude to Johanna and Mauranne. His performance was punctuated by light-hearted teasing from the parents.
At the end of the demonstration, Johanna and Mauranne’s parents gathered Ludo to thank their daughter for Ludo’s performance. Johanna’s father, with a satisfied grin, addressed Ludo directly.
“You’ve shown a remarkable ability to embrace your role and entertain us. You should be proud of your commitment.”
Ludo, bowing deeply, responded, “Thank you, Mr. Smit. I appreciate the opportunity to demonstrate my training and serve you and my mistresses Miss Johanna and Miss Mauranne..”
As he thanked each of them for their guidance and hospitality, he was met with approving nods and smiles.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 01:15:29 PM: Chapter 42: Family Picnic

On a warm, sunny afternoon, the Smit and Timmerman families decided to have a picnic in a spacious park.
As the families arrived at the park, Ludo was busy setting up the picnic area.

He was dressed in a dark velvet dress with wool tights and low-heeled shoes, an outfit not very suitable for a hot day and outdoor activities.
He arranged the blankets, set out the plates and cutlery, and prepared the food, all under the watchful eyes of the adults.
“Ludo, you really need to make sure the blanket is smoother,” said Mr. Timmerman with a smirk. “It’s a simple task, but clearly, it’s not being done properly.”
Ludo, trying to hold back his tears, adjusted the blanket and plates as instructed. His efforts were met with a series of amused comments from the group, making him feel increasingly anxious.

As he prepared and served the food, Mrs. Smit pointed out minor issues with the way the sandwiches were cut and how the beverages were served. Her comments were laced with a mocking tone.
“Ludo, I see you’ve made an effort with the sandwiches, but they’re not cut evenly. And the lemonade could use a bit more ice,” she said, shaking her head in disappointment. “You wouldn't want us to be bothered by the heat, would you?”
Ludo, feeling the pressure, tried his best to correct the mistakes. His face flushed with embarrassment as he received more criticisms, “Oh, please forgive me Mrs. Smits”, he said with a gracious curtsey.

During the picnic, Ludo was made to dance and perform silly actions upon request. Despite his attempts to entertain, the adults continued to mock him, adding to his discomfort.
“Ludo, your dancing needs more enthusiasm,” Mrs. Timmerman said with a laugh. “It looks like you’re barely trying.”
As the day progressed, the pressure mounted. Ludo was on the verge of tears, finding it increasingly difficult to endure the constant criticism and the public nature of his humiliation under the blazing sun in his warm clothes. His face reddened as he struggled to maintain composure, and his attempts to please everyone seemed futile.
Don, observing Ludo’s distress, stepped in to give him a firm reprimand. “Ludo, you need to focus and do better. You’re not here just to look pretty; you’re here to serve us properly.”
The reprimand drew more laughter from the group.

As the picnic wound down, Ludo’s mother arrived to join the group for coffee. She was greeted with smiles and teasing comments about her son’s performance. Johanna and Mauranne’s mother included her in the playful banter, making light-hearted jokes at Ludo’s expense.
“Look at Ludo, all dressed up and working so hard,” Mrs. Smit said with a grin. “He’s really been putting in the effort today.”
His mother, adopting a playful tone, joined in the fun. “Yes, Ludo, you’ve done a great job today,” she said. “Maybe you should thank everyone for their patience.”
Feeling the weight of the day’s events, Ludo responded with a subdued voice. “Thank you, Sir, Ma'am, for the opportunity to serve and for your patience.”

As the picnic concluded, the families packed up and prepared to leave. Ludo was left to clean up the mess. His respectful farewells and thanks to each member of the group, including his mother, were met with light-hearted laughter and pats on the back.

As Ludo and his mother drove home from the picnic, the car was filled with the hum of the engine and the rustling of the occasional breeze through the open windows. Ludo sat in the passenger seat, his mind replaying the day’s events.
His Mom glanced over at him with a thoughtful expression. After a few moments of silence, she spoke, her tone firm but not unkind.
“Ludo,” she began. “You need to be more demanding of yourself. If you choose to be submissive, you must be totally obedient to your superiors. It’s important that you fully embrace your role and meet their expectations.”
Ludo’s heart sank at her words. But despite feeling that her directive was somewhat unfair, he didn’t dare to contradict her. Instead, he nodded with resignation.
“Yes, Mummy,” Ludo replied quietly. “I’ll do my best to be more obedient and meet their expectations.”
His mother’s words resonated with him as he contemplated the evening ahead. He knew that he would have to write apology letters to each person who had attended the picnic, expressing his regrets and gratitude for their patience and understanding.

Additionally, he had his regular chores at home, cleaning the kitchen, tidying up the living room, and completing any other tasks his mother had assigned him, than his school homework, and the additional “homework” given by Johanna, Mauranne, and Don, such as practicing ballet routines, learning makeup tutorials, reading girls' magazines and writing essays on what he learned.
The thought of tackling all of this in one evening was daunting.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 20, 2024, 01:24:16 PM: Chapter 43: Dinner

One evening, his mother invited the Smit and Timmerman families over for dinner. Before the guests arrived, Ludo was busy in the kitchen, wearing a pink apron over his feminine clothes. His mother gave him instructions with a firm tone.

“Ludo, make sure everything is spotless. Our guests should be impressed by your diligence.“
“Yes, Mummy,” he replied, curtseying.
As the Smits and Timmermans arrived, he greeted them at the door.
“Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Smit. Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Timmerman. Good evening, Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, Mr. Don. Welcome.”

The evening started with Ludo serving drinks and appetizers. Don and his father wasted no time in making sarcastic remarks.
“Hey, Ludo, don't spill anything. We wouldn't want you to make a mess like a baby,” shouted Don.
Ludo blushed but maintained his composure.
“Look at how graceful you are, Ludo. It's almost like you enjoy being our little servant,” Don's Dad added.
Ludo could only respond with a forced smile and a polite, “Thank you, Mr. Timmerman.”

During dinner, Ludo moved around the table, refilling glasses and serving food. The sarcastic comments continued.
“You didn't pick up a crumb from the table. Are you getting lazy?” noticed Mrs. Smit.
“I'm sorry, Mrs. Smit. Thanks for pointing that out to me. I'll clean it right away.”
As Ludo wiped the table, Don added to the humiliation. “Make sure you get every crumb, Ludo. We know how you love to clean.”
Ludo’s he nodded and replied, “Yes, Mr. Don.”

Ludo’s meticulous work wasn’t enough to avoid criticism from Don’s father. “Ludo, the plates aren't perfectly aligned. Are you trying to slack off?”
Ludo hurried to fix the plates, stammering, “No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir.”

The sarcastic remarks continued throughout the evening.
During dessert, Don found an excuse to punish Ludo severely. A minor spill became the pretext. “Ludo! Look at this mess. How clumsy can you be?“
Ludo trembled, knowing what was coming. Don took him to a corner of the room and scolded him loudly. “This is unacceptable, Ludo. You need to learn your place.”
Don administered a hard spanking, making Ludo cry very hard. The guests watched with amusement.
“It’s good to see discipline being maintained,” said Mr. Smit
“Quite right. The minions need to learn their place,” answered Mrs. Timmerman.

Despite the severe punishment, the evening ended on a softer note for Ludo. As the guests chatted in the living room, he was allowed to cuddle on Don's lap. It was his greatest reward. “You did well tonight, Ludo. I'm proud of you.”
Ludo, still sniffling from the earlier punishment, looked up at Don with grateful eyes. “Thank you, Mr. Don. I'm happy to make you proud.”
The parents continued their conversations, occasionally glancing at Ludo cuddled on Don’s lap.
“Your son has such power. It's remarkable,” noticed Mrs. Smit.
“Indeed. Ludo seems to know his place perfectly,” confirmed Don's mother.

As the evening drew to a close, Johanna and Mauranne took Ludo upstairs to prepare him for bed. Johanna wore a knowing smile as she laid out his pink pajamas and a thick nighttime diaper. “Alright, Ludo. It's time to get you ready for bed. Let's make sure you're nice and comfortable for the night.”
“Yes, Miss Johanna,” he replied, curtseying.
Mauranne helped him, expertly securing the diaper around his waist and fastening the snaps of his pajama bottoms. “There we go, all set. Now, be a good boy and go say goodnight to everyone.”
“Thank you, Miss Mauranne,” he said, bowing his head slightly.

Ludo made his way downstairs, feeling the bulk of the diaper with every step. He found the guests still gathered in the living room, chatting and enjoying the last moments of their visit. He approached them with a respectful bow.
“Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Smit. Goodnight, Mr. and Mrs. Timmerman. I hope you had a pleasant evening.”
The parents turned to look at him, their eyes immediately drawn to the unmistakable outline of his padded bottom beneath his pajamas. There was a moment of silence before Mrs. Smit broke into a laugh. “Oh my, isn't that adorable! Look at him, all ready for bed with his little diaper on.”
“It seems Ludo is prepared for any accidents tonight,” Mr. Timmerman said with a smirk.
Ludo blushed deeply, but managed to maintain his composure. “Yes, sir. Thank you for noticing.”
“Such a well-behaved little one. Goodnight, Ludo. Sleep tight,” said Mrs. Timmerman.
“Thank you, Mrs. Timmerman. Goodnight.”

Ludo nodded and followed the girls back upstairs. Once in his room, they tucked him into his bed.
“Goodnight, Ludo. Sleep well,” said Johanna.
“And don't forget, tomorrow is another day to prove yourself,” said Mauranne.
“Yes, Miss Johanna. Yes, Miss Mauranne. Goodnight.”

He closed his eyes, trying to forget his disappointment that Don hadn't come to give him a goodnight kiss. But when he opened them again, he saw Don leaning towards him. His face lit up, he held out his arms for a hug. Don hugged him, patted him on the back and gave him a kiss on the forehead. Ludo went to sleep happily.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 05:23:40 PM: Chapter 44: Mummy-Son Moment

“Well, look who’s back! Did my little princess have a good day at school?”, his Mom welcomed him home one day his masters and mistresses had let him go home relatively early after school.
Ludo blushed. “Yes, Mummy. It was okay. I missed you.”
She ushered him into the kitchen so he can have a snack.
He sat at the table and told his mother about his day. “Today, Miss Mauranne was really strict with me. It was a bit tough.”
His Mom chuckled. “Well, I’m sure you handled it with all the grace of a dainty little princess.”
Ludo tried not to let his mother’s teasing get to him as he continued to munch on on a piece of fruit.

He continued with his household chores. Still dressed in his pretty pink dress and ballet flats, he meticulously tidied up the living room, dusting surfaces and vacuuming the floor.
“Mummy, I’m just finishing up in the living room,” he called out.
“Excellent job, dear,” his Mom replied from the kitchen. “You make a real little housewife!”
Ludo took great care in every task, ensuring that the living area was spotless. He arranged magazines neatly on the coffee table and straightened the pillows on the sofa, moving with a practiced grace.
He set the table with care, arranging the cutlery and plates with precision.
His mother watched with encouragement. Ludo placed the cutlery and plates meticulously, trying to get everything just right.
“Oh, Ludo, darling, I see you’ve arranged the cutlery like a true little lady. But look at that—did you forget to align the forks properly?”
“I’ll fix it right away, Mummy. Thank you for pointing it out.”
His mother’s light-hearted teasing continues as he prepared, wearing a soft pastel-colored apron over his dress, he protected his outfit while preparing the meal.
“You know, Ludo, you’ve really embraced your role as our little lady. Look at you, handling the vegetables so delicately,” she told him.
“I try to do my best, Mummy,” he answered with a small smile.

As they dined, Ludo shared his experiences from the day.
“So, I had to complete a difficult assignment today,” he said, taking a bite of his meal. “It was challenging, but I learned a lot.”
“I’m proud of you for working so hard,” his Mom responded. “What did you find most challenging?”
Ludo reflected thoughtfully. “Mrs. Johanna wanted me to write an essay about the ideal boy for me, and then write a secret admirer letter to this imaginary boy. The most challenging part was really getting into the character's shoes... And also to read my letter out loud in the cafeteria“, he said blushing.
His Mom's burst of laughter reminded him of the students' laughter earlier in the day. “Oh, I’d like to read that!”, she asked him. He curtseyed and went to get the letter, wich he had to read again.

“Dear Ideal Boy,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to someone I imagine you as a person who is everything I admire and aspire to be around. I wanted to express my thoughts and feelings about the kind of person I look up to and secretly dream about.
For me, the ideal boy is handsome, tall, and strong. He has muscles that show his dedication and hard work. He exudes courage and confidence, qualities that make him stand out and command respect. In every way, he is the complete opposite of me, but that’s exactly what makes him so fascinating and inspiring.
I imagine that if I ever met you, you would be the type of person who could protect me from the world. You would be my guide, someone I could look up to and learn from. Your strength would be my shield, and your courage would be my motivation.
In my dreams, I see myself at your service. I would obey you and always strive to make you proud. I would serve you in any way you needed, making sure that everything in your life runs smoothly. I would take care of your home, ensuring that it is always a place of comfort and relaxation for you.
I would also make myself pretty for you. I would dress up and present myself in a way that pleases you, hoping to see a smile on your face when you look at me. The thought of being someone who brings joy and satisfaction to you fills me with a sense of purpose.
Having someone like you to look up to, someone who embodies all the qualities I admire, gives me hope and something to dream about.
Thank you for reading my letter, even if you are just a figment of my imagination. Writing this has made me feel a little closer to the kind of person I hope to one day meet.
With admiration,
Ludo”

“Oh honey,” his Mom began with a playful grin, “I had no idea you were such a romantic! A handsome, tall, strong, muscular, and very courageous protector? My, you really set the bar high, didn't you?”
Ludo looked down, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
She pulled him into a warm hug, her teasing tone softening into one of affection. “Who knows? Maybe one day you'll find someone who makes you feel just like that.”

After dinner, Ludo cleaned up the kitchen with meticulous care. He loaded the dishwasher, scrubbed pots and pans, and wiped down the countertops.
His mother watched, amused by his earnest efforts.
“Oh, Ludo, you’re doing a splendid job. But don’t forget, the sink needs an extra sparkle to match your shining personality.”
Once finished in the kitchen, Ludo changed into his diaper and pajamas—soft, pink cotton with frilly details. He then joined his Mom on the sofa in the cozy living room.
“Let’s relax for a bit,” she suggested, “why don’t you go and make us some herbal tea, darling? Make sure you don’t spill it on your pretty pajamas.”
And then Ludo brought her the cups and settled beside her to watch a light-hearted movie together.
“This is so nice, Mummy. I really enjoy these moments,” he told her.

When it was time for bed, he started his evening routine. It included a series of steps that ensured his appearance remained impeccable.
First, he carefully creamed his face with a gentle moisturizer, smoothing it over his cheeks, forehead, and neck.
Next, he brushed his teeth with his small, pink toothbrush and minty toothpaste.
Then he combed his hair with a wide-toothed comb, ensuring that every strand was neatly in place. His hair was styled with precision, reflecting his attention to detail. His hairstyle had to show that he was an effeminate boy dressed as a girl, but not a real girl.
“Look at you, all ready for bed. If only I had a little wand to make sure you stayed this adorable all night,” his Mom said.
“Thank you, Mummy. I just want to look nice.”
He made his way to his room, where he checked his nightlight, arranged his stuffed animals, and ensured everything was just right.

Before settling into bed, Ludo needed to use the toilet. “Miss Mauranne, may I please use the bathroom before bed?” Ludo texted her politely.
“No,” was Mauranne’s reply.
Ludo’s thanked her anyway. “Thank you, Miss Mauranne.” His diaper would do!
He settled into bed, feeling the softness of the blankets and the comforting glow of the nightlight. His Mom came in to help him get tucked in, smoothing the covers over him and adjusting the pillows.
“Thank you, Mummy,” Ludo said with a soft smile.
“You’re welcome, dear,” his Mom replied, her voice gentle and loving. “Goodnight, my precious little princess. Sleep well and dream of your awsome boy!”
“Goodnight, Mummy. I love you.”
She leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead and she turned off the light, leaving a soft nightlight glowing gently.

The next morning, Ludo woke up feeling the discomfort of his wet diaper. He knew he needed permission from Mauranne to remove it, but she was likely still asleep. With a sigh, he texted her:
“Good morning, Miss Mauranne. I had an accident like a little baby and need to remove my wet diaper. May I please have your permission?”
After sending the message, he got out of bed and began his morning routine. He prepared breakfast for his Mummy and himself, trying to ignore the discomfort of his wet diaper.
His movements were a bit awkward due to the bulkiness, as he placed the bread into the toaster, cracked eggs into a bowl, and whisked them with a splash of milk and a pinch of salt. As the eggs cooked, he sliced fruit and arranged it neatly on plates.
He kept glancing at his phone, hoping for a response from Mauranne.

When his Mom entered the kitchen, she immediately noticed his padded rear. A playful smile spread across her face as she took in the sight of her “little baby” preparing breakfast.
“Oh, Ludo!” she cooed. “Look at you, my wet little baby, making my breakfast.”
Ludo’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Good morning, Mummy,” he said softly.
She walked over and gave him a warm hug. Her hands rested on his padded rear, and she gently patted him. “You’re such a good little baby helper,” she said, her voice full of affection.

As he began to serve breakfast, she had a playful idea. “Since you’re stuck in your diaper this morning,” she said, “why don’t you drink your milk from a baby bottle? It’ll be so cute!”
Ludo’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh, Mummy, do I really have to?”
She laughed softly. “Yes, Ludo. It will be fun! And I think Miss Mauranne would really enjoy seeing a photo of you.”
She retrieved a baby bottle from the cabinet and filled it with milk. She then handed it to him with a smile. “Here you go, dear. Drink up!”
Ludo took the bottle, feeling embarrassment and resignation. He began to drink, his face flushed with a deep red.
Seeing the perfect opportunity, she grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter. She set up a quick photo shoot, capturing Ludo as he held the baby bottle and drank from it.
“Smile for the camera!” she said teasingly. “This is going to make Miss Mauranne laugh for sure.”
Ludo gave a weak smile as he continued to drink. His Mummy took several photos from different angles before putting the phone down.

At the same time, Mauranne received Ludo’s text message and the attached photos. Her eyes widened in amusement as she saw the images of Ludo with the baby bottle.
She finally answered, “Good morning, Ludo! You look adorable with that bottle. Finish it and you may remove your wet diaper. I’ll be sure to show these photos to Johanna and Don later—they’ll get a kick out of them!”
Relief washed over Ludo as he read Miss Mauranne’s message. He quickly finished his breakfast and went to the bathroom.

When he reappeared in the kitchen in just his feminine outfit, his Mummy greeted him with a warm smile. “Thank you for preparing breakfast, Ludo. And thank you for being such a good little baby.”
Ludo felt a mixture of accomplishment and embarrassment. “You’re welcome, Mummy,” he replied with a respectful curtsey. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
She chuckled and gave him another affectionate hug.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 05:29:21 PM: Chapter 45: Pee Challenge

As he arrived at school, Ludo was handed a large bottle of water by Johanna. “Drink up, Ludo. Today, no bathroom breaks!”
Ludo gulped nervously as he took the bottle. “Yes, Miss Johanna, thank you Miss Johanna,” he replied while his stomach churned with apprehension.
Throughout the day, Ludo was forced to drink the water in small sips to meet the challenge’s requirements. Johanna, Mauranne and Don occasionally stopped by to make sure he was following through. They would comment on his progress and add to his discomfort by running water in the school bathroom to make his need even more pressing.

By mid-morning, Ludo was feeling the effects of the challenge. He fidgeted in his seat and tried to concentrate on his schoolwork, but the pressure in his bladder was becoming unbearable. Each sip of water felt like it was pushing him closer to his limit.
During lunch, they decided to make the situation even more humiliating. They brought Ludo to the cafeteria, where other students noticed his distress.
Mauranne couldn’t resist making loud comments and teasing him in front of his peers. “Look at Ludo, everyone! Our baby is trying to learn to hold back. However, this morning his diaper was very wet when he drank his bottle of milk!”
Don added, “We’re all rooting for you, Ludo. You can do it!” His tone was clearly mocking.
The other students giggled and whispered among themselves, adding to Ludo’s humiliation. He tried to focus on his lunch, but the growing pressure made it almost impossible.

The situation reached its peak during Ludo’s final class of the day. Johanna and Don had subtly increased the pressure by playing with water bottles, shaking them, pouring the contents gently into plastic cups, ensuring that Ludo’s need to relieve himself was almost unbearable. As the class dragged on, Ludo found himself squirming uncontrollably, unable to focus on the lesson.
Finally, the pressure became too much. Ludo could no longer hold it and felt a warm sensation spreading through his clothes. His face turned crimson as he realized what had happened. The accident was not subtle; the wetness was visible, and it began to seep through his clothes.
The classroom erupted in reactions as soon as the accident was apparent. The students gasped, some covering their mouths to stifle their laughter, while others pointed and whispered. The teacher, initially confused, quickly understood the situation and tried to maintain order.

“Ludo, are you okay?” she asked, trying to sound concerned but clearly flustered by the situation.
Ludo could barely meet her eyes. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammered.
Johanna and Don, though visibly amused, maintained a semblance of support.
The teacher gestured for Ludo to step outside. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” she said. However, Ludo was without fresh clothes.
Johanna and Don volunteered to escort him to the nurse’s office, where he was given temporary cover and allowed to clean up as best as possible.
They continued to make light-hearted comments and jokes about the incident. As he walked through the hallways in the same, now-wet, outfit he could hear whispers and giggles, a constant reminder of the day’s challenge.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 05:45:53 PM: Chapter 46: More Baby Time

The morning sun streamed gently through the curtains as Ludo awoke, feeling the telltale warmth of a wet diaper. He sighed, knowing that he needed Mauranne's permission to change. As he slowly sat up, his mother was already prepared for the situation.
She smiled at him with a mix of affection and amusement. “Good morning, sweetie. Looks like you had a little accident again.” She helped him out of bed and laid a soft, colorful blanket on the living room floor.
Ludo looked at her with a hint of embarrassment. “Mummy, I need to wait for Miss Mauranne,” he said in a soft, childlike voice, trying to sound as compliant as he could.
His mother nodded, gently helping him onto the blanket. “That’s right, dear. Until Miss Mauranne gives permission, we’ll have to make do. Let’s have a nice, cozy morning together.”

She handed him a baby bottle filled with milk and placed his favorite dolly Ludivine in his other arm. Ludo started to sip from the bottle, glancing at the animated characters on the television, which were now playing cheerful cartoons meant for much younger children.
“Mummy, can you help me with dolly?” Ludo asked, his voice soft and slightly mumbled, trying to act as babyish as possible.
His mother leaned down and adjusted the dolly in his arms, making sure it was propped up comfortably. “Of course, honey. There we go, all nice and snug.” She patted him gently on the head, her affection clear. “You look so cute with your dolly.”
He looked up at her and said, “Thank you, Mummy. I wike being with you.”

Ludo’s mother took several pictures of him in his vulnerable state, clearly enjoying the tender moment. She sent these to Mauranne, Johanna, and Don, with messages reflecting her own amusement.
“Mummy, can I have some more milk, pwease?” Ludo asked, holding out the empty bottle with a hopeful look.
“Of course, sweetie,” she replied, refilling the bottle and handing it back to him. “You’re doing a great job this morning. Just relax and enjoy your cartoons.”
As he sipped his milk and cuddled with Ludivine, Ludo’s voice softened even further, slipping into baby talk. “I wuv dis. Dis is nice.”
His Mom smiled warmly, clearly touched by the moment of tenderness. “You’re my precious baby,” she cooed, brushing his hair lightly. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mauranne received the photos while still in bed and sent a reply shortly after. She found the pictures amusing and her message reflected her enjoyment.
“Good morning, Ludo! I see you’ve had another accident! 🤣 How cute, you're such a little baby. 🍼 Keep up the good work! You can wait a little to take off the diaper. Thanks for the funny photos!”
Johanna, always ready with a teasing comment, sent her reply with a mix of amusement and mockery.
“Oh wow, Ludo! You look adorable in your baby outfit. 🎀 Don’t forget to keep your diaper on until Mauranne says so. Love the way you’re playing with your toys, so babyish! 👶”
Don, finding Ludo’s predicament amusing, also joined in with a playful message.
“Hey Ludo, looks like you’re having quite the morning! 😁 I hope you’re enjoying your time on the blanket. Good job on being a good baby. And remember to thank Mauranne for letting you change. 🙏”

When his Mom received the responses, she showed him the comments. “Look, sweetie, they all think you’re doing a great job,” she said, gently rubbing his back.
Ludo managed a small, contented smile as he said, “Thank you, Mummy. I wike dis time with you.”

In the days following, Ludo's mother continued to indulge in these special moments with him. After school, she would often prepare a special “baby” area for him in the living room. She would set up a soft blanket and arrange his toys around him.
As Ludo settled in, she would dress him in one of his onesies and provide him with a baby bottle.
“Look at you, all snuggled up in your special spot,” she would say, smoothing his hair. “You’re such a good baby for me.”
“Y-yes, Mummy. I’m a good baby. Gonna drink my bottle now,” he was expected to answer.
At dinner, she would often prepare a meal suited to her baby in small, easy-to-eat portions. Ludo would be expected to sit at the table with his bib, his little cutlery and pink plastic baby plate.
“I see someone’s enjoying their baby food!” she’d tease, her tone playful but with a clear undertone of control. “Remember to eat up; we don’t want you to get too fussy.”
“Yes, Mummy. I’m trying to be a good baby and eat everything. Thank you for making me dinner.”
Throughout the meal, she might make playful remarks about his attire and behavior. “Look at you with your bib. So grown-up in your own special way!”
“Thank you, Mummy. I wike my bib. It helps me eat better.”

After his bath, she would dress him in pajamas or a nightgown and she would often help him with his bedtime routine, including brushing his teeth, combing his hair, and applying his night cream. She would coo and talk to him as if he were a young child, ensuring that every step of the routine was handled with the same nurturing care.
“Time for bed, little one,” she’d say, smoothing the covers over him. “I hope you’re ready for a good night’s sleep.”
After making sure Ludo was settled and comfortable, she would often give him a goodnight kiss. “Sweet dreams, baby. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!”

As she continued to embrace and encourage his more submissive, baby-like behavior, she decided to transform his living space to better reflect and support his new role.
Ludo's bed was replaced with a crib fitted with safety bars, making it clear that this was now his new sleeping arrangement. The crib was decorated in pastel colors with floral patterns, further reinforcing its feminine touch.
A changing table was set up in his room, complete with a soft, padded changing mat covered in a playful print. The table was stocked with diapers, wipes, and baby creams, organized neatly.
“Look at your new bed, sweetheart. It’s just like a real baby’s crib. Doesn’t it look lovely? And here’s your new changing table. We’ll use it to keep you fresh and clean. Isn’t it cute?”
“Thank you, Mummy. The new bed and changing table look very nice,” he said with a curtsey.
“By the way, Mauranne and I have an arrangement. When your diaper is full of poop, you won't have to wait for her permission. I'll change you right away... Or whenever I feel like it!” she informed him cheerfully.

“Now show me a little more enthusiasm baby!” she demanded while filming him.
“Ooh, Mummy, wook at my new bed! It’s so pwetty with da bars. I wuv it so much! Fank you, Mummy! It’s pwefect fow me!”
She smiled “and what do you think of the changing table?”
“Wow, Mummy, dis changing table is so nice! It’s so soft and comfy. I wike the wittle baby print. Fank you for making me so clean and cozy!”

At the dining area, a high chair was installed. It was decorated with a ruffled skirt and had a safety strap to keep Ludo secure during meals.
“This is your new high chair. It will help you stay comfy and clean while you eat.”
“Look, Mummy! My new high chair is so funny and pwetty. I wike da wuffles and da seat! Fank you fow making me feel so babyish at meaw time!”

In the living room, a large, colorful playpen was set up. It was filled with soft toys, stuffed animals, and baby-friendly activities.
“Your playpen is ready! It’s full of fun toys to keep you entertained. You can play here during the day.”
“Mummy, dis playpen is amazing! So many toys and stuffed animals! I can pway and pway and it’s so safe and fun. Fank you for making my pway time so nice!”

Ludo understood the importance of these transformations in his daily routine.
In the morning, he would wake up in his crib and be greeted by his Mummy, who would then help him with his morning diaper change on the new changing table.
“Good morning, baby. Let’s get you changed and ready for the day.”
“Mummy, I wuv waking up in my new crib. It’s so cozy and soft. Fank you for making my mornings so nice and snuggly!”

He would be seated in his high chair for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. His Mom would often prepare meals for him while he sat there.
“Let’s get you into your high chair so you can have your breakfast. Aren’t you just the cutest little baby?”
“Sitting in my high chair is so much fun! Fank you, Mummy, for making me feel so happy and special!”

During the day, he would spend time in the playpen, playing with his toys.
“Play and have fun, darling!”
“Pwaying in my playpen is da best! I love my dolly all da toys and stuffed animals. Fank you, Mummy, for making my pwaytime so much fun!”

At night, he would be tucked into his crib.
“Goodnight, baby. Sleep tight in your lovely crib.”
“Goodnight, Mummy! I wuv my crib and da soft bwankets. Fank you fow tucking me in so nice and making me feew so loved!”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 05:54:20 PM: Chapter 47: Baby Has Guests

When Johanna and Mauranne’s mother, Mrs. Smit, and Don’s mother, Mrs. Timmerman, arrived for tea, Ludo was already settled in his playpen, surrounded by colorful toys and stuffed animals. He was dressed in a frilly onesie and cute baby slippers, fully assuming his role as a “little baby.”
As the mothers entered the living room, they were greeted by the sight of Ludo playing happily in his playpen. Ludo, noticing their arrival, beamed with excitement.
“Hewwo, Ma'am!” He stood up in the playpen, made a low curtsy and waved enthusiastically. “Thank you for visiting!”
Mrs. Smit and Mrs. Timmerman exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying the scene before them.

Ludo eagerly picked up a stuffed animal and hugged it tightly. He made a series of playful baby noises, which only seemed to amuse the visitors further.
“Oh, Ludo, you look so happy in there! What’s your favorite toy?” Mrs. Smit asked.
“My dolly Ludivine!” He hugged her tighter and squealed happily. “I love her so much!”
Mrs. Timmerman laughed and pulled out her phone to capture the moment. “Let me take a picture of that! It’s just too adorable!”
Ludo, noticing the phone, smiled even wider. “Please take lots of pictures! I love showing off my dolly and toys!”
Ludo then picked up his bottle, which matched his outfit. He drank from it with obvious pleasure, making sure to show it off.
“You’re really getting into the role of the baby, aren’t you? What does the milk taste like?” Mrs. Smit asked.
“Yum-yum! This milk is so good!” He held the bottle proudly. “Fank you Mam!”

Mrs. Timmerman raised an eyebrow in disbelief and playfulness. “Look at you, Ludo! You're a natural. Do you really like being treated like that?”
“Yes, Ma'am! I love being like a little baby!”
Ludo crawled around the playpen, occasionally making baby noises and expressions. He picked up a rattle and shook it, making the room ring with its joyful sound.
“You're quite the entertainer, Ludo. How does it feel to be the center of attention?”
“Goo-goo! Ga-ga! I love playing with my toys and being a baby!” He laughed and shook the rattle even more.
At one point, Ludo fidgeted and looked slightly uncomfortable. It was clear he had had an accident with his diaper. Despite this, he maintained a cheerful demeanor.

“Oh my, did someone have an accident?” Mrs. Timmerman remarked.
“Uh-oh!” He laughed and shrugged, “I had a little accident. Thanks for the comfy diaper, Mommy!”
Mrs. Timmerman decided to record a short video, capturing Ludo's playful antics and baby talk. “Let's make a video of this! I'm sure the kids will love seeing Ludo like this.”
Ludo, noticing the camera, put on his best baby face and performed a few other playful actions for the camera. “Fank you, Mommy! I love being a baby and showing off my new stuff!” He curtsied again, grinning with all his teeth.

When they left, he was exhausted, but a simple smile from his Mummy confirmed that he had lived up to her expectations.

Next day, Ludo’s mummy greeted warmly Mauranne, Johanna, and Don at the door. “Welcome, kids! Come in, come in. Ludo is in his playpen. I’m sure he’s excited to see you.”
The trio entered the living room, where Ludo was sitting in his pink playpen. He wore a pastel pink romper with frilly edges, so short that it completely revealed his frilly plastic panties and his padded butt, and he had a pacifier clipped to his outfit.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Our little baby Ludo in his playpen!“, greeted Mauranne.

Ludo stood up and curtseyed. “Good afternoon, Miss Mauranne, Miss Johanna, Mister Don.”
The trio walked around, inspecting the new additions to Ludo’s room. Mauranne pointed to the crib with bars and a pink blanket. “Is this your new bed, Ludo?”
“Yes, Miss Mauranne. Mummy says it’s perfect for me.”
“And this changing table,” Johanna noticed, “it looks just right for a little baby like you.”
“Yes, Miss Johanna. Mummy changes me there.”
Don chuckled, pointing to the high chair in the dining area. “And you eat here now?”
“Yes, Mister Don. It’s my special chair for meals.”
They took him back to his playpen.

Mauranne leaned over the edge. “Show us how you play, Ludo.”
Ludo picked up his stuffed bunny and started playing, making exaggerated baby noises. “Goo goo, gaa gaa!”
Johanna couldn’t stop laughing. “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Johanna. I wuv my toys.”
Don shook his head in mock disbelief. “Such a natural baby.”
Mauranne suddenly got a mischievous look in her eyes. “Ludo, show us how you use your diaper.”
Ludo hesitated, his face turning even redder.
“Now, Ludo,” she insisted.
Ludo obeyed, squatting slightly and filling his diaper. The smell soon filled the room.
“Oh, did the baby make a stinky?” asked Johanna.
“Yes, Miss Johanna. I made a stinky.”
Ludo’s Mom came over, smiling. “Oh dear, time for a change. Mauranne, Johanna, Don, would you like to watch?”
The trio eagerly agreed. They helped lay Ludo on the changing table, giggling and teasing him throughout the process.
“Hold still, baby. Let’s get you all clean,” said Mauranne.
“Yes, Miss Mauranne. Fank you.”
After the change, they decided to feed Ludo his bottle. Johanna held the bottle while Don and Mauranne watched. “Drink up, baby.”
“Yes, Miss Johanna.” He drank the milk obediently, making soft suc-kling noises.
“You’re such a good little baby, aren’t you?” Don teased.
“Yes, Mister Don. I try to be good.”

As they prepared to leave, Mauranne, Johanna, and Don took a few more photos and videos to doc-ument the visit.
“We’ll have so much fun showing these to our friends,” Mauranne exclaimed.
“Yes, Miss Mauranne.“
“Thank you for letting us see your new baby setup, Ludo,” Johanna giggled.
“You’re welcome, Miss Johanna. Fank you for visiting.”
“See you soon, baby,” Don waved.
“Yes, Mister Don.”
Within the next few hours, his baby status was now well-known all around his schoolmates.
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 06:00:56 PM: Chapter 48: Baby On A Walk

It was a bright, sunny afternoon as Ludo and his mummy took a stroll through the park. Ludo was dressed in a pink, frilly skirt, with a thick diaper clearly visible whenever the skirt moved. She was delighted with her new purchase, a baby harness with a leash, perfect for taking her “little girl” out.
“Now, sweetheart, remember to skip and smile. And don’t forget to greet everyone politely.”
As they strolled through the park, Ludo skipped happily, a forced smile plastered on his face. Every passerby received a respectful greeting.
“Good afternoon, Sir! Good afternoon, Ma'am!” He would curtsy deeply with each greeting.
People couldn't help but laugh or smile at the sight. Some took out their phones to snap pictures or record videos, but Ludo kept his composure, remembering his Mummy’s instructions.

Children playing nearby soon noticed Ludo’s unusual attire. A group of kids, led by a bold little girl approached them with mischievous grins on their faces.
“Hey, why is he wearing a baby skirt?” the girl asked, pointing at Ludo's diaper peeking out from under his skirt.
Ludo's Mom, finding the situation amusing, smiled warmly. “Ludo here loves his baby clothes, don't you, sweetheart?”
Ludo nodded slightly. “Yes, Mummy.”

Encouraged by the response, the children giggled and started to circle around Ludo. The bold girl stepped closer and, with a swift motion, lifted Ludo’s skirt, revealing his diaper fully. The children burst into laughter.
“Is it dirty?” one of the boys asked eagerly. “I wanna see if it's dirty!”
Ludo's mummy laughed, thoroughly entertained. “Well, let's find out, shall we?” she said, giving Ludo a playful nudge. “Stand still, Ludo.”
He stood passively as the children felt the front and back of his diaper, checking for any signs of dirtiness. Their probing hands and teasing remarks made Ludo's face burn with humiliation, but he remained still, knowing he had to obey.
“It's clean!” the boy declared, disappointed.

The girl, still curious, turned to Ludo’s Mom with a glint of mischief in her eyes. “Can he make it dirty? I want to see what it's like when it's dirty!”
She nodded laughing. “Of course, Ludo did you hear the nice big girl? Go ahead, pee and poop your diaper for the nice children.”
Ludo knew better than to refuse. With a deep breath, he tried to relax and let go, feeling the warmth spread in his diaper. The children watched in fascinated horror as the diaper swelled and sagged.
“Eww, he's doing it!” one of the girls exclaimed, half-disgusted, half-fascinated.
The smell soon followed, and the children’s reactions ranged from laughter to exaggerated gagging noises. The bold girl prodded the now-full diaper with a stick she found on the ground.
“It's so gross!” she laughed. “But kinda funny too.”

“Uh-oh, it looks like someone needs a fresh diaper!” his Mummy said, his voice carrying over the park.
She laid Ludo down on a blanket, lifting his skirt to expose the diaper. As they unfastened it, the young boys ran away holding their noses and laughing, but other people gathered closer, some taking out their phones to record the scene.
Several of the little girls gathered around, eager to help. “Would you like to help me change him?” his Mummy offered, “He can be quite a handful.”
The girls eagerly agreed. Ludo laid down on the mat, cheeks burning with humiliation as they assisted with the change. “Hold his legs up, dear. And pass me the wipes, please.”
Ludo kept still, whispering his thanks. “Thank you, Mummy. Thank you, missies.”

Once he was clean and in a fresh diaper, they put him back in his harness. The girls took turns holding the leash, walking him around the park.
“Baby Ludo, get on your hands and knees and crawl around the blanket like a good little baby,” a little girl commanded.
“Yes, Ma'am,” Ludo replied, his voice trembling. He dropped to his hands and knees, feeling the rough grass beneath his palms, and began to crawl in circles.
“Good baby, Ludo,” the girls cooed, clapping their hands as he crawled around, following their commands to fetch toys and perform simple tricks.

“Let's play patty-cake!” One shouted.
“Yes, Ma'am,” and he claped his hands in time with the girl's, smiling and playing along.
As the day went on, Ludo continued to show utmost respect.
“Yes, Ma'am. No, Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am,” he repeated, curtseying with each response.
They then led him back to the sandbox, making him play silly games, treating him like their own little doll.

One of the girls had an idea. “We don't have real porridge, but we can make some!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with mischief.
They quickly set to work, gathering handfuls of grass and mixing it with mud to form a lumpy, wet concoction. They placed it in an old bowl they had found and brought it over to Ludo. “Here you go, baby Ludo, eat your porridge,” they said, pushing the bowl towards him.
Ludo hesitated, looking up at his mummy, who nodded encouragingly. He knew he had to obey. With a sigh, he bent down, taking a mouthful of the gritty, dirty mixture. The taste was awful, but he forced himself to swallow, feeling the mud coat his tongue and throat.
“Good baby, Ludo,” the girls giggled, delighted by his compliance. They continued to feed him the grass and mud porridge, laughing and teasing him all the while. Ludo's face turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes, but he did his best to keep a brave face, knowing that this was his role now.
Ludo’s mummy watched from a distance, smiling and occasionally offering words of encouragement. “You're doing great, baby Ludo. Mummy is so proud of you.”
After a while, the bowl was empty, and the girls clapped their hands, pleased with their game. They patted Ludo's head and cooed at him, telling him what a good baby he was. Ludo, covered in mud and grass, gave them a weak smile, feeling a mix of humiliation and acceptance.

Eventually, it was time to go home. His Mummy took the leash back, leading Ludo out of the park. As they walked home, passers-by continued to chuckle and comment on the unusual sight.
“You were such a good girl today, Ludo. Did you enjoy your games with the big children?”
“Yes, Mummy. Fank you for taking me for a walk.”
Once home, she praised him for his obedience. “You did wonderfully today, Ludo. I’m very proud of you.”
“Fank you, Mummy. I wuv being your good wittle girl.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 22, 2024, 06:09:18 PM: Chapter 49: Introducing Baby To The Family

Ludo’s Mom decided to introduce her new baby girl at a large family gathering.
The morning of the party, she dressed him in an elaborate pink dress adorned with lace and ribbons, complete with matching frilly socks and shiny Mary Johanna shoes. His hair was styled with delicate barrettes, and his face was subtly made up with a touch of pink lip balm and a hint of blush. His nails were painted a soft pink to match his outfit.
“You look perfect, darling. Remember to be on your best behavior and thank everyone for their compliments.“
Ludo nodded with nervousness. “Yes, Mummy. Thank you for dressing me so beautifully.”

When they arrived at the party, the guests were already gathered in the large living room. Conversations quieted as Ludo and his mother entered. She held his hand firmly, guiding him into the center of the room. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet the new addition to our family—my baby girl, Ludo.”
Ludo felt every eye on him, and his face turned crimson. He performed a small curtsey, as he had been taught. “Hewwo, everyone. Thank you for having me.”
The family members, although warned of this new situation, remained amazed at what they saw.
Ludo’s cousins, particularly the younger ones, were the most vocal. They giggled and pointed, making no effort to hide their amusement.
“Look at his dress! It’s so pretty! Do you like being a girl now, Ludo?” asked his cousin Anouk.
Ludo nodded, swallowing his pride. “Yes, I do Auntie Anouk. Thank you for noticing.”

Throughout the party, his Mom encouraged him to interact with everyone, introducing himself and thanking them for their compliments. “Go on, dear. Show them how polite you can be.”
He went from group to group, performing small curtsies and thanking everyone for their kind words.
Some family members couldn’t resist making fun of him directly. One of his older cousins, Marike, decided to test Ludo’s obedience. “Hey, Ludo, can you do a little twirl for us? Let’s see that dress in action.”
Ludo complied, twirling slowly as his dress flared out. The room burst into laughter. “Thank you for the request, Auntie Marike.”

He was then tucked into a playpen. It was positioned strategically for all the family could see him. As he played with his dolly and a set of stuffed animals, he tried to focus on his toys, distracted from time to time by the occasional visit from his little cousins and the amused glances from adults.
“Hi, Baby Ludo!” Anouk called out, “Do you like playing with your dolly? Is she your best friend?”
Ludo looked up from his toys, his eyes wide and innocent, his cheeks flushed. “Y-yes, Auntie Anouk. Me wuv my dolly. Ludivine is my bestest fwiend.” He rocked her gently, humming a little tune.
Anouk giggled, poking at the bars of the playpen playfully.
“Ludo, are you having fun? I see you’re quite the little baby today,” his aunt Susan asked with a knowing look.
He glanced up and nodded earnestly, “Y-yes, Auntie Susan. Me happy. Th-thank you.”

Halfway through the party, Ludo’s Mom announced “Ludo, it’s time for your bottle. Let’s show everyone how well you drink from it.”
She handed hil a baby bottle filled with milk. With trembling hands, he began to drink from it, feeling utterly humiliated as he did so.
“Oh my gosh, this is too funny! He really is like a baby!” exclaimed his cousin Marja.
As the party continued, he felt a warm, wet sensation spread through his diaper. His mother, ever vigilant, noticed immediately.. “Oh dear, looks like someone needs a change.”
She called over his cousin Anouk, to help. They led Ludo to a corner where they laid out a changing mat.
“Don’t worry,” the little girl reassured him, “we’ll take care of you. Just like a real baby.”

At lunch, he was carefully placed in a high chair at the dining table. His cousins Marja and Anouk took on the task of feeding him. They used a pastel-colored bib to keep him clean, with a lot of giggles and teasing.
Marja, with a playful smile, held a spoonful of pureed vegetables and brought it to Ludo’s mouth. “Open wide, Ludo! Here comes the airplane!”
Ludo complied. Each bite was met with light-hearted comments from the cousins and a few playful jabs.
“Look at you, just like a real baby!” Anouk giggled.

After he had finished his meal, his grandmother, who had been watching with a fond expression, came over to take her turn.
She gently scooped him up from the high chair and settled him into her lap. “Let’s get you your bottle, sweetie.”
She cradled him in her arms, holding him close and placing a baby bottle in his mouth. The bottle was filled with warm milk, and as Ludo suc-kled, he could feel the comforting embrace of his Grandma. “You’re doing so well, my little one.”
After he had finished the bottle, she gently patted his back to help him burp. “Time for a little burp, sweetheart. Let’s see if you’ve got one in there.”
Ludo, now used to the routine, let out a small burp as she continued to cuddle him. The sound and the sight of Ludo being treated so tenderly amused the rest of the family.
“Look at him, he’s such a little baby!” Marja laughed.
“And he even burps like one too!” Anouk added playfully.
Their Grandma continued to hold him close, enjoying the moment of bonding. “There we go, all done. Such a good baby.“
Ludo responded with a shy smile and a gentle nuzzle against her.

After lunch, it was time for him to take a nap. He whined slightly but knew he had little choice. He was gently guided to an old cot that had been retrieved from the attic.
As he lay there, he tried to settle into sleep. He closed his eyes and drifted off.
Later in the afternoon, when his mother and cousins approached the cot to wake him, they were greeted with an unfortunate discovery. Ludo had had a significant accident in his diaper. The smell was noticeable, and the situation was undeniably messy.
“Oh, it looks like baby Ludo had quite the big mess in his diaper,” Marja noticed with a slight giggle.
Ludo’s face turned red with embarrassment as he stirred from his nap, feeling the unpleasantness of the situation. He wiggled uncomfortably in the cot. “M-mummy... I had an accident.”
Maintaining her calm and gentle demeanor, she approached the cot. “Oh, sweetheart! Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He was carefully lifted from the cot and his cousins helped their Auntie to clean him up. He responded with a soft, embarrassed whimper, unable to say much as he was cleaned and freshened up.

Marja and Anouk took him into the garden where they worked together to set up the garden with various objects and obstacles. They used garden tools, flower pots, and playground equipment to create a challenging route. They even added a few soft toys and plastic balls for Ludo to retrieve along the way.
“This is going to be so much fun! Let’s see how fast he can crawl through this course!”, Marja giggled.
They led Ludo to the starting point of the course.
“Okay, Ludo, on your mark… get set… go!” she cried.
Ludo started crawling, trying his best to follow the route they had set. As he moved, he had to navigate around flower pots and duck under low-hanging branches. He picked up plastic balls and stuffed toys along the way. Marja and Anouk followed closely behind.
“Look at him go! Our little baby’s so good at crawling!” Anouk laughed.
“Make sure to get that ball, baby Ludo! You don’t want to miss any of them!” Marja said with a giggle.
Their laughter filled the garden as he continued, doing his best to complete the course, with his cousins giving him playful taps on his padded rear.
After a few more twists and turns, he finally reached the end of the course. He was out of breath but managed a small, shy smile. His cousins rushed over to him, clapping and cheering.

They decided to reward him with a special treat. With gleeful smiles, they brought out a bottle filled with a clear liquid. To the unsuspecting Ludo, it looked like a regular baby bottle of sugar water.
“Here you go, Ludo! You did such a great job crawling through the course. Have some of this yummy drink!” Marja told him sweetly.
“Yeah, you deserve a treat! Drink it all up!”, Anouk giggled.
Ludo took the bottle from Marja's hands. He took slow, deliberate sips, trying his best to maintain a cheerful demeanor. The liquid, though, was soapy and tasted foul. He had to force himself to drink the entire bottle, his face scrunching up with every sip.
“Th-thank you, big cousins. This is s-so good!” he said with a curtsey.
Once he had finished the bottle, Marja and Anouk presented him with a pacifier, which they slipped it into his mouth.
“Here’s your pacifier! It’s nice and clean, just for you.” Anouk actied nonchalant.
“Don’t forget to give us a pretty baby smile while you use it!” Marja smiled.
Little did Ludo know thagt they had secretly coated the pacifier with a bitter-tasting substance. His taste buds already assaulted by the soapy water, now had to endure the bitter taste of the pacifier. He tried to hide his grimace and smiled as best as he could.
He gave a few baby noises to show his gratitude. “Th-thank you, b-big cousins.”
As the final part of their prank, Marja and Anouk handed Ludo a piece of candy with barely concealed smirks.
“This candy is a special treat! Make sure to eat it all!” Marja said cheerfully.
“It’s going to be a new experience for you!” Anouk giggled.
Ludo took the tricked candy, trying not to let his nerves show. As he chewed, an horrible taste of soap spread across his tongue. He had to force himself to swallow, desperately trying not to grimace.
“Th-thank you for the c-candy,” he told them with a pained expression.
Marja and Anouk congratulated each other for their good pranks. They couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Ludo’s discomfort.
He gave his family a final curtsey, “Th-thank you, big cousins. I love playing with you. Thank you, everyone, for your kindness and understanding.”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 28, 2024, 06:29:50 PM: Chapter 50: End Of Year Party

Ludo stood nervously in the corner of Don's living room, awaiting the arrival of Don and Johanna's classmates for the party they had decided to host for the year's end. Ludo's pink dress was frilly and eye-catching, with knee-high socks and shiny black Mary Jane completing the outfit. Beneath the dress, he wore his now usual diaper.

As the guests began to arrive, he moved about, serving drinks and snacks, his eyes cast down in a show of humility and submission.
One of the boys intentionally bumped into Ludo, causing him to spill a tray of drinks. “Watch where you're going! Look at this mess you've made!” he shouted, pointing at the spilled drinks on the floor.
“I'm so sorry, sir. I'll clean it up right away,” Ludo responded, dropping to his knees to wipe up the mess. His hands trembled as he worked, feeling the weight of their scornful gazes.
As soon as he finished cleaning, another guest knocked over a cup, splashing the contents onto the floor.
“Ludo, you're so clumsy! Now look what you've done!” she exclaimed, laughing with her friends.
“I apologize, Ma'am. I'll clean it up immediately,” he said, as he scrubbed the floor once more.

The party moved to the garden, which was beautifully lit with fairy lights.
Mauranne excitedly showed the guests the “punishment wheel” she had Ludo build, a colorful homemade contraption with different sections labeled with different punishments.
“Alright, Ludo, let's see what fate has in store for you today,” Don grinned.
One of their friends spun the wheel, and it slowly came to a stop at “Soap in Mouth.” The group laughed as Mauranne retrieved a bar of soap while Ludo already got tears in his eyes.
She gave the wet soap to her friend who grabbed Ludo by the hair and shoved the soap into his mouth, scrubbing it around.
“Thank you, Ma'am, for this punishment,” Ludo said with still red eyes. “It reminds me to be careful with my words and to be more mindful of how I speak. I appreciate that it helps me learn to be more disciplined.”

The wheel spun again and landed on “Hands and Feet Tied.” A friend of Don grabbed ropes and began tying Ludo’s hands and feet together, before making him crawl to everyone's feet.
“Thank you, Sir, for selecting this punishment,” he said. “Being tied up helps me understand the importance of following rules and being careful in my actions. It’s a good reminder to be responsible, and I appreciate the lesson it teaches me.”

The next round landed on “Spanking,” and the guests took turns hitting poor Ludo’s bare bottom and thighs with the hard paddle!
“Thank you, Missies and Sirs for this punishment,” Ludo said despite the pain. “Spanking helps me remember to correct my behavior and to be more aware of my actions. It’s a good way to learn discipline, and I’m grateful for the reminder.”

Finally, the wheel landed on “Head Down Toilet,” which caused a collective burst of laughter. All the guests rushed to see the swirly.
“Thank you, Ma'am, for choosing this punishment,” Ludo said, his head dripping. “This reminds me of the importance of hygiene and being careful with where I place myself. I appreciate the lesson it provides.”

After several rounds it was time to change games.
“On your knees,” Don commanded, his voice firm.
Ludo knelt on the grass, his eyes focused on the ground. The guests gathered around him, forming a circle. Johanna approached holding a plate of food.
“Let's see how our little servant handles this,” Johanna said, tossing a piece of cake at Ludo. It hit his dress, smearing frosting all over the fabric.
“Catch this, Ludo!” another guest shouted, throwing a handful of chips at him.
Soon, food was flying from all directions. Ludo tried to maintain his composure, but it was difficult with bits of food sticking to his dress and hair. His humiliation was compounded when drinks were poured over his head, soaking his dress and making him shiver in the cool evening air.
“Look at you, Ludo! You're such a mess!” one girl laughed, pointing at the food and drink stains covering him.
“I-I-I'm sorry, Ma'am,” Ludo stammered, tears welling up in his eyes. “Thank you for...for showing me my place.”

Don stepped forward, a smirk on his face. “You think you can just mess up our party, Ludo? Clean yourself up, and do it fast.”
Ludo scrambled to his feet, trying to brush off the food and wipe away the drink stains. The guests continued to mock him, their laughter ringing in his ears.
“You missed a spot, Ludo!” one boy taunted, pointing at a piece of cake on Ludo's shoulder.
“Thank you, Sir,” Ludo said, brushing off the cake and feeling utterly humiliated.

The guests then took things further. Don handed them drinks and various foods to pour into Ludo's diaper.
“Here, let's see how well your diaper holds up,” a girl said, pouring her drink down the back of his diaper.
“You should feel lucky, Ludo,” another boy mocked, adding a handful of mashed potatoes.
His diaper became heavy and uncomfortable, and the laughter from the crowd only grew louder.

“Can you even walk properly with that diaper full of food and drinks, Ludo?” a girl jeered.
“I'll try, Ma'am,” Ludo responded, struggling to maintain his balance.
By the end of the night, his dress was ruined, and he was covered in food and drink stains.

“You did well tonight, Ludo. Maybe next time you won't be so clumsy,” Don told him, while Ludo was tidying up and cleaning the house.
“Yes Mr. Don, please forgive me Mr. Don,” he said, his voice shaking with his curtsey.
“Yes, you were quite entertaining, Ludo. We couldn't have asked for a better servant,” added Johanna. The others nodded.
“Thank you Miss Johanna” Ludo replied, truly moved by the compliment.

When he finished cleaning everything, he approached Don, Johanna, and Mauranne and knelt before them.
The three exchanged glances.
“Does our maid deserve a reward?” Mauranne asked.
“Yes, he does,” her sister said with a smile.
“I agree,” Don confirmed.
“Miss Johanna, Miss Mauranne, Mr. Don,” Ludo said, still kneeling. “May I please...“

Don cut him off, lifting his foot slightly. “You may, Ludo. Go ahead.”
Ludo eagerly crawled over, taking Don's foot in his hands and kissing it tenderly. He then moved to Mauranne and Johanna, doing the same, expressing his gratitude with each kiss.
“You've done well, Ludo,” Mauranne said, patting his head. “Now, let's see how you handle your next task.”
Ludo was given a pair of Don's sports shoes to cuddle with for the night. He felt a deep sense of comfort as he hugged them tightly.
He started suc-king the tip like a pacifier.
“Fank you Mister Don, baba wuv your shoes. The smell of Master's feet is da best!”
Title: Re: The Descent
Post by: sissy29000 on August 28, 2024, 06:52:54 PM: The end.