MR. AND MRS. CAGE Part 1 by Deewet

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 8

Author: Deewet, Dec/17/2003 12:16:44 [-04]



I woke up confused and afraid. Falling asleep had been so easy in my thick diapers and suc-king on my pacifier. The problem was the vivid, unsettling dream. I was wondering the streets of a city, dressed in only a diaper and plastic pants. People were stopping and laughing, most of them familiar faces, although after awaking I couldn’t recall who they were. I was holding a pair of jeans so I ducked in an alley to pull them on. Unfortunately, my diaper was so large than I couldn’t pull the jeans over them. I tried and tried, whimpering with embarrassment. The diaper pins wouldn’t unlock, so I was stuck in my diapers for everyone to see that I was a sissy baby. Then I started peeing uncontrollably and everyone knew.



Awake in my baby bed, trapped by the bars, I wanted to go back to my life before the Cages. It was like after masturbating in my sister’s panties; I was ashamed and wanted nothing to do with my offending fetish.



I could hear Mrs. Cage talking downstairs, her voice light and somewhat reassuring. I’d tell her that I have had enough of this game and wished to go home.



While I waited, I tried to calm myself and stop the tears running down my cheeks. What kind of man was I: My romper bulging from thick wet diapers and plastic pants, ruffled socks on my feet, my hands helpless in thumb less mittens.



Finally, Mrs. Cage came to get me up from my nap. When she saw my tears, she rushed over. “What’s the matter, Mandy? Did you have a bad dream?”



I nodded and let the pacifier drop from my mouth. “I want to go home. I don’t want to be dressed as a baby girl anymore.”



She lowered my crib bars and held out her arms for a hug. I felt so lost that I rushed to her arms. I felt a little better as she lifted me out of the crib and over to the changing table.



“It’s just a dream, mommy’s here to make you fell better.”



I started to tell her more, but she stuck the pacifier back in my mouth. It wasn’t as if I were being forced to stay, but her soothing voice made my resolute melt. “Let’s get you into a dry diaper, you’ll feel much better.” She unsnapped the crotch of my romper. “You don’t need to be embarrassed about being my baby. It’s so much better than being alone.” My plastic pants were noisy as she pulled them down my smooth, hairless legs. I lifted my feet in the air so she could pull them over my feet. “Besides, where would you go? Is being homeless better than sleeping in a warm bed with no worries, everything being taken care of for you?”



She unpinned my soaked pink diaper. Cool air flowed around my bottom. It felt strange after the trapped heat of my wet diaper. I had to admit she was right. As she powdered me and pinned me in a new fluffy diaper, the anxiety after my dream faded. By the time she pulled my plastic pants back up my legs, she was telling me that most men would love to be small like me and to be babied. “Isn’t it so nice to not worry about going to the bathroom?” she asked me.



Ten minutes later, I was in a new outfit and so in love with Mrs. Cage. A baby love and trust that she would protect and care for me. My outfit was a pink sweater with white snowflakes, a plastic skirt that was pink and decorated with baby animals and balloons. Under the vinyl skirt, she put me in a fluffy petticoat. While she brushed out my hair, I started to actually worry about the end of the summer and about that lady earlier saying something about me want to stay longer.



“Let’s go see Daddy,” she said as she tied a ribbon in my hair.



Mr. Cage was in the television room, watching a basketball game. I was sat down on a blanket on the floor with several dolls. I loved basketball, but dressed like this I was retreating into another world and wished that he would switch to some cartoons. There was a long awkward silence when Mrs. Cage left, saying she was going to take a long bath. “Mandy’s just been changed,” she said as she left.



I didn’t look at Mr. Cage, instead I looked around the room. This was my first time in here. I suc-ked harder on my pacifier when I saw the wooden rocking horse in the corner. In the middle of the saddle protruded a rubber dil-do. I looked away quickly, but the image stayed with me. Would I be able to handle something like that?



Mr. Cage closed the door and sat back down on the couch. My heart raced. Was he expect another blow job or would I be riding that horse soon.

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 9

Author: Deewet, Dec/18/2003 12:07:05 [-04]



He didn’t say or do anything for a while. I was so scared as I kept glancing over to the horse while the basketball game continued on the TV.



“We’re getting a lot of new subscriber on the web site,” he finally said.



I couldn’t look at him, so I lowered my head. My stomach fluttered as I thought about the thousands of people seeing me in my lavender dress. Then my face grew red at the thought of being seen getting my diaper changed and then spanked.



“We need to do another shoot tomorrow.”



I suc-ked silently on my pacifier, wondering if he didn’t plan to do anything to me.



The next second, I found that I didn’t have to wait any longer.



“Did you enjoy last night,” he said very softly.



I nodded slowly, still not looking at him.



He came over to me and told me lie back. I obeyed and he lifted my skirts. I suc-ked hard on the pacifier as he pulled down my plastic pants. As he unpinned my diaper, I glanced over to the riding horse, knowing that I’d be riding it soon. The dil-do looked huge, standing up waiting to invade me. I’d never had anything larger than my sister’s tampons in me before and I worried that I could get this in me.



Mr. Cage left me for a second, naked under my petticoat and dress, as he went over to open a drawer in one of the end tables. He took out a pair of rubber gloves and a jar of Vaseline, all the time glancing toward the closed door, probably worried that Mrs. Cage would come back.



He came back and pushed my knees up, telling me to hold my legs as he invaded my anus with his greased fingers. I suc-ked so hard on my pacifier, becoming so scared that I shook. I was also very excited, but a most different kind of excited. My pen-is was still soft and little, something that surprised me because I was so excited in my stomach.



Mr. Cage pulled a pair of satin panties on me and then helped me to my feet to carry me over to the horse. “We’ll do this slowly and it will feel so good. Just relax. This is something you’ll love so much that you will feel empty when you don’t have something in you.



I held on tightly to his neck when we got to the horse. He straddled the horse and positioned my waiting hole over the rubber dil-do. At first, it seemed that it wouldn’t go into me, then he pushed me down and the hole thing slide into me.



At first, I couldn’t breath and I lost my pacifier as I cried out. “Let me off,” I begged. “It’s too big.”



The horse was too high and my short legs couldn’t reach the carpet. I felt impaled on the dic-k and kept crying for him to let me off the horse.



He quickly moved away, leaving me on the horse as he picked up a camera and started filming me on the horse. Tears flowed down my cheeks and I knew that my lost of virginity would be watched by thousands.



I tried to relax, hoping that would help the pain. My butt muscles seemed to be gripping the rubber dil-do as if trying to expel the invader.



He reached over and pushed the horse to get it rocking. I held on tightly with my mitten cover hands, my little legs flailing, my shoes were noisy against the wood. He kept filming me as I moaned and cried with first pain and then slowly pleasure as the dil-do started to feel so good in me.



I was in my own world of pleasure now as I wiggled to feel the dil-do rub the sides of my butt hole. When I looked over at Mr. Cage he had put the camera on a tripod and was masturbating as he watched. He looked at me and I licked my lips. This brought him over the edge and he started spurting into his hand.



At that same moment, Mrs. Cage returned!

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 10

Author: Deewet , Feb/19/2004 15:34:58 [-04]



Mrs. Cage held her hands to her mouth in silent surprise. Although it wasn’t my fault to be riding this horse, I felt guilty and ashamed, as if my mother caught me doing something bad.



Without a word, she strode over and smacked Mr. Cage in the face. Her lowered his head and she hit him again. I was terrified on what she might do to me.



Mr. Cage hurried from the room and I closed my eyes as Mrs. Cage came over to my horse. I opened my eyes when I heard a drawer open and was caught by surprise when she took my wrist and clamped them behind my back in handcuffs.



“This should keep you from trouble while I deal with your father,” she said.



She left the room. With my hands bound, I was completely helpless to remove myself from the dil-do lodged in me. Despite my shame and fear, while I waited for her to return and release me, I became focused on the dil-do filling and trapping me.



I leaned back on the horse, trying to relieve some of the pressure from the dil-do. When I did, the horse rocked forward and the dil-do moved in me, caressing something inside me I never knew existed. I swooned with pleasure and began to rock the horse more, moving my body opposite the motion of the horse. My little pen-is grew excited from the anal stimulation and the rubbing against the front of my shiny pink satin panties.



My face and hands grew numb and I felt as if I were floating when the soft waves of an orgasm flowed out of my pen-is and across the pen-is in my butt. This wasn’t an explosive orgasm of a man, but something so different that tears flowed down my cheeks. I came so softly that my c-um oozed from me to fill my panties not shot out in the usual manner.



Not long after I finished, Mrs. Cage came back in the room, alone without Mr. Cage. Silently she released my cuffed wrists and helped me off the horse. I don’t think she noticed my wet panties, but I’d know she’d see them when I was put back into diapers.



She took me back to the nursery and up on the changing table. I felt the heat of embarrassment – wearing little girl clothes, it was a wonder I could still be embarrassed -- when she saw my wet panties.



“It’s not you fault,” she said softly. “You’re just a sissy baby who can’t control her body.”



I was so relieved she wasn’t mad at me that I fell more into submission to her. She replaced my soiled panties with a fluffy diaper and plastic pants with baby block print. I think I actually cooed when she pushed the pacifier in my mouth.



She took off my dress and replaced it with a flowery bubble romper.

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 11

Author: deewet , Mar/16/2004 13:06:09 [-04]



My cooing brought a big smile to Mrs. Cage’s face and she kissed me on the forehead. I was so glad she wasn’t mad at me for the horse incident and hoped she wouldn’t find out about the oral sex I performed on Mr. Cage at night. I also wondered what to do if he showed up at my crib again.



The romper was plastic lined and very noisy as she carried me out of the room. Underneath the top of the romper, she has put me in a pink shirt adorned with little kittens. The sleeves to the shirt were short and puffy. She had put my feet in pink lined ruffled socks and shiny black Mary-Jane shoes. I felt so girlish.



I was hungry and was very delighted when she carried me into the kitchen and put me in the large high chair. Before she went to get my breakfast, she secured my wrist with straps attached to the seat of the chair, making sure I was helpless and needed to be fed.



The food consisted of almost tasteless baby food, but I was so hungry, I took the spoons of food as fast as she fed them to me. Luckily, she had put a large plastic bib on me, because things became a little messy. For some reason, my mouth seemed to be clumsy and I kept trying to suc-k at the food as if I were suc-king a bottle.



While she fed me, I noticed for the first time the web cam on the counter. She saw my eyes and smiled. “Everything is being shown live on our web site,” she whispered. “You are becoming quite a hit.”



This made me uneasy and at the same time excited. I wondered about the people paying to see a small man, dressed as a little girl, being fed by a hot woman. Deep inside, a nagging fear chewed at me. This was going very fast and my past life seemed so far away already. I worried about my being trapped as an adult baby.



Then something happened to make me worry more. I’d just felt a few cramps and nothing more, except when Mrs. B lifted me from the highchair after cleaning me off, I felt something wet and squishy in the back of my diaper. The slight odor told me that I’d soiled my diaper without knowing it. Somehow, my control had left me to such an extent that the wet poop had come out while I ate.



This scared me. What if I was loosing all control and could never be without diapers and plastic pants. I’d be totally dependent on the Cages.



My soiled diaper didn’t seem to offend or surprise Mrs. Cage. She took me to my nursery and replaced my smelly cloth diaper with a large disposable diaper that looked just like Pampers. She taped me tightly in the diaper and pulled up my noisy plastic pants and snapped closed the crotch of my romper.



I wondered about the disposable diaper until she put a pink little sweater over my romper and carried me out the front door. The cool air and my fear of being seen outside made me pee my diaper. I squirmed to go back inside, but a sharp slap to my thigh made me stop.



“Now stop that,” Mrs. Cage said. “I need to take you to the doctor and I want to show you off to my girlfriends.”



I started protesting around my pacifier.



“If you don’t behave, I have a nice travel bag that you can travel in.”



I should have headed her warning but I didn’t want to visit a doctor or anyone else dressed as a baby girl.

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage Part 12

Author: Deewet, Apr/5/2004 14:19:33 [-04]



I have seven new installents. Sorry about the delay in this story.



I still held my pacifier out of my mouth as I protested more, but I should have realized that standing in thick wet diapers ballooning out my yellow plastic lined romper didn’t give me much presence to argue.



Without saying another word, Mrs. Cage took my hand and pulled me back in the house, her face red with anger. I grew scared. She had never been angry with me before and I was afraid of what she might do to me. I quickly put the pacifier back in my mouth, hoping that would appease her anger.



Roughly she took me down the steps and into a place I hadn’t been to before. It was a heavy paneled room with benches and other padded things on the floor. On the paneled walls hung leather straps and other items I didn’t recognize. What I did recognized was Mr. Cage bound in a tight vinyl bag on a table, his mouth stuffed with a huge ball gag, and his eyes blindfolded.



“Does baby want to grow up and spend time in here?” Mrs. Cage shouted to me. “Would you like if I took Mr. Cage out of his hot bag and put you in it for our trip.”



I could believe myself, but I started crying. The tears came so easily and I wanted so much to stay a baby and not be punished in this cruel looking place. Mr. Cage had to have heard us. He began squirming in his bag, moaning around the cruel gag in his mouth. No doubt, he was being punished for what he did to me on the horse.



I shook my head as I continued sobbing. Her face softened and she hugged me. “Don’t worry, you’re my little baby girl and this place is for daddy when he is bad. Would you like to punish daddy for making you sit on that mean horse.”



She placed a remote control device in my little hand. “Turn the knob,” she instructed me. I obeyed and a buzzing sound came from Mr. Cage bagged body. His moaning grew louder and he squirmed like a worm on the table.



“He’s enjoying a little toy up his hole.” Mrs. Cage smiled. “Well, not exactly a little toy.” She wiped the tears from my cheeks. “Would it be better if I let you dress like an older girl?”



I nodded. At least I’d have a chance of not standing out like I would in a diapered romper.



“You’ll still need to be diapered,” she reminded me. “Your control doesn’t seem to be very good and we don’t want any accidents.”



Mrs. Cage took me upstairs to her bedroom. I laid on her giant bed as she removed my sweater, blouse and romper, leaving me with just my plastic covered diapers and ever present pacifier. I hoped I wouldn’t have to suc-k on this while we were out.



“I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving the bedroom. While she was gone, I thought about the dungeon and Mr. Cage. How did the Cage’s get started doing on these strange things and I wondered how many other people out there in the world had hidden places in their houses.



Then I began to worry about her saying something about a doctor. What was happening to me? Was I falling deeper into a world I could never escape?



She returned with a pink tee shirt and pleated skirt, not unlike I remember cheerleaders wearing. She also had a bra and black tights for me to wear.



I sat up while she put the bra on me. It felt strange with the thin straps on my shoulders. In the cups of the bra she stuff two small jelly filled sacs. “We don’t want you too big since you’ll be pretending your fourteen,” she said. When she finished dressing me, I looked like a fourteen year-old girl, except most fourteen year-old aren’t wearing a wet disposable diaper and plastic pants under their skirts.



She put my hair into a ponytail, one of those that stick up from the back of your head and bounces when you walk. I wore flat shoes.



I felt so strange going outside to her BMW, but I wasn’t scared. I let myself become a girl in my mind and forget that I was twenty and male. Without the pacifier in my mouth I could talk, but I was scared to try.



She pulled the car from the driveway and we were off.

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Mr. and Mrs. Cage part 13

Author: Deewet , Apr/7/2004 12:21:09 [-04]



Since the first time I came through here, I was bound and blindfolded, I tried to get a feel about where the house was. We drove down a long gravel driveway that wound through thick trees, making me realize the privacy of the Cage’s place and the uselessness of me ever thinking to escape.



The main road was a four-lane highway busy with lot’s of trucks. I glanced over at cars as we passed them, trying to see if anyone seemed suspicious of me being a real girl. I got no surprised looks and several second glances and smiles from boys and men in the cars. I couldn’t believe how good I felt about getting the attention from men.



Mrs. Cage smiled at me and silently drove us to our first stop.



She pulled off the main road to a tree-lined street of very big older houses. We stopped in front of one of the nicest houses on the street.



“Can you grab the diaper bag from the back seat?” Mrs. Cage asked me.



“My diaper’s dry,” I said.



She smiled. “You know that you can’t control yourself and we might need a change before we leave the doctors.”



“Why do I need a doctor?”



Mrs. Cage put her finger to my mouth. “I think I need to keep that little mouth full so baby can’t asked big people questions.”



I remained quiet, and took out the heavy, full diaper bag from the bag seat and followed her to the office of Dr. Hillery.



Actually, it was more like a baby’s room than an office. I noticed a large playpen in the middle of the room and baby toys on the top of the doctor’s desk. There was a plastic mat covering a long examination table. I noticed that the windows in the room were shuddered.



I became very nervous and without warning, a warm stream of pee flowed down the front of my diaper to pool around my little balls.



“Why is she dressed as a young lady,” said a voice from behind us. I turned to see a very big, very stern looking woman in a doctor’s lab coat.



Mrs. Cage giggled. “She was afraid someone would see her.”



The woman held out her hand to me and commanded. “Come here child.”



“Go on,” nudged Mrs. Cage.



I hesitantly took the woman’s hand. It dwarfed my little hand. “Let’s get you out of those clothes and up on my table,” she said, leading me over to the examination table. My diaper crinkled loudly in the room. “Well, at least she’s still diapered.”



“Our little one has to be diapered all the time.”



“Already?” questioned the doctor. “Seems like she’ll be no problem for you two.” She turned me around to unbutton zip my skirt. “How’s Mr. Cage doing?”



“He’s tied up at the moment for some naughtiness.”



The woman laughed. A big bear sounding laugh. “I bet he was naughty with this cute little thing.”



She let my skirt slide down and then effortlessly lifted me onto the plastic covered table. It combined with my diaper, made lots of noise whenever I moved. They took off my shoes and tights, leaving me sitting there in plastic pants and blouse.



Suddenly, I smelled shit and realized I’d done it again without knowing.



“Why don’t you change her, while I get ready,” said the doctor.



Ready for what, rang through my mind, while Mrs. Cage undid my soiled diaper. I looked away at the wall, scared of what was happening.



They didn’t put a diaper back on me, instead draping a thick cloth across the front on me. The doctor came over and pushed a leather fronted, soft rubber sac in my mouth, which she pulled tight to my face with a strap around my head. At first, I thought it was a strange gag since the sac didn’t fill my mouth, but then she attached a hand pump to the front and filled the sac with air. When she was finished, the sac painfully bulged out my cheeks and no sound could come from me except very muffled moans.



Next, they took my arms and strapped them to the table. I hadn’t notice the stirrups until she took them from the side of the table and locked them in place. I couldn’t fight any of this as they put my bare feet in the stirrups.



My breathing came quickly as I grew more scared. I worried that maybe they were going to castrate me or something. I never felt so exposed and helpless, unable to stop them or even protest with the inflated gag filling my mouth.



The doctor moved to the far end of the table and I felt her rubber-gloved fingers probing my hole. Then she took a needle and began making injections around the hole. “This will now making it impossible for her to hold anything from empting into her diaper.”



I moaned. Was I bound to diapers the rest of my life? I thought about my short time dressed as an older girl and the flirtatious looks from the men driving by our car. What would they think if I always smelled like poop?



After she finished with my hole, she told Mrs. Cage that only a plug could keep me from soiling. As she talked, she reached over and pulled out two tampons from a drawer. “Let’s put these in before she has an accident.



I looked at the ceiling as I heard the paper coverings to the tampons rip. She must have put Vaseline on them because they were cold against my hole. The first went in easy, but she had to push harder for the second. “Just squirt some water in to get them to swell and she’s plugged.” I felt something wet hit the inside of me, and the tampons swelled, closing off my butt hole.

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Next, the doctor started fooling with my pen-is. This upset me and I started to rise, forgetting I was strapped tightly to the table. Mrs. Cage came over and stroked my face, telling me everything was going to be okay. That the doctor was just fixing it so I’d never have to worry about using the bathroom. She assured me how nice it will be to never need to rush to the bathroom, to feel that building pressure.



I cried out in my gag at a sharp pinch deep in my groin. “That wasn’t so bad?” Mrs. Cage softly said to me, wiping my tears as I cried. I knew then that she had made sure I was stuck in diapers. That I’d no longer be able to wear regular underwear or clothes. That I’d always be pinned or taped in thick diapers, bound to the Cages in helplessness.



They took my feet from the stirrups and I was soon pinned into a think cloth diaper. My head was in a daze over what occurred. This was no longer a summer time game. I’m never going to be able to wear regular underwear.



I spent the rest of the day and the following weeks in a daze. They decided to dress me in only my shirt after the doctor finished without the skirt, leaving the puffy diaper and plastic pants completely exposed. I didn’t care as my diaper became soaked without me being able to do anything to stop the flow.



They removed my gag and bindings, all the time, Mrs. Cage talking softly to me. I lowered my eyes and didn’t resist as she led me from the office and outside to the car where everyone could see my shame. I don’t really remember much from the next stop at the beauty shop, only the soft giggling around me and the baby bottle of milk I drank while the tight curlers in my hair set.



During the following weeks, I found myself withdrawing from the world as my universe shrank to diaper changes, pretty dresses and baby bottles. I found I didn’t miss the world, it had never been nice to me and Mrs. Cage kept me safe and fed. I didn’t feel any embarrassment as her friends stopped by and Mrs. Cage played dress up with me. I paraded out to show her friends, waddling in my thick diapers, dressed in short dresses and full petticoats.



After the next several trips to the doctor’s, I kept losing more control of my body. Soiling my diaper wasn’t an option, I wet and pooped without any ability to slow the process. My bladder would empty with the only clue to me being a warmth spreading in my diaper and then, I became so used to being a baby that I couldn’t remember how it felt to have an urge to hurry to the bathroom.



My mouth seemed to become sluggish and soon I could only eat soft baby food and drink from a bottle. If I tried to drink from a glass, the liquid spilled around my lips. I also had to be suc-king on something. A rising panic swelled in me if my mouth was empty.



My leg muscles grew soft and I found if I tried to run -- not an easy thing in thick diapers and Mary Jane shoes -- I’d stumble and fall. With my diet of baby food and bottles, my weight dropped and soon, I never bothered to walk much. Instead, Mrs. Cage or her friends would carry me.