Simon, or frillibabi as he was know called by his wife, Jayne, and her mother Helen, had been looking forward to this evening since he had been told last weekend that he would get a chance to “make spurties” as Jayne called it, the following Friday night. Of course the promised opportunity of relief had been conditional on Frillibabi being a good sissy baby in the intervening period and Frillibabi had done his best to follow all the rules that Jayne and her mother had impose upon him. He had not had any sexual relief in the 6 months or so since he had been reduced to his present state and been forced into nappies and frills. Six months of humiliation; being made to suc-k on a dummy constantly, and chatter in nonsense baby talk when the dummy was removed; being made to wet and sit in a cold clammy nappy until either Jayne or his mother decided to change him. Then the humiliation of the nappy change with the intimate examination of his most private parts, with Helen, or Nana as he must now address her making comments such as “not much there is there little girl?” Or, “well that was never capable of satisfying a Woman – no wonder Jayne gave up on it!”. There had been other indignities heaped upon him too – frequent soapy enemas which he was told would make him “less cranky” and frequent bare bottom spankings over Jayne or Nana’s knees if they were in the least displeased with him, which was quite often. How often he had stood in the corner, sobbing, his bottom on fire with his nappy and frilly panties round his ankles, waiting to be asked “are you going to be a good sissy girl for us now?” knowing that if he did not answer “Yeth Mummy” or “Yeth Nanny I werry werry sworry” in his best sissy lisp he could expect several hard smacks to the back of his legs and another 30 minutes cornertime before the question would be repeated.
But the opportunity of some release was something to look forward to. Prior to the introduction of his new regime simon had been a frequent masterbator – often spending hours in his study looking at various websites which fed his fantasies. It was the discovery of this practice – and the fantasies themselves – which had led to his present predicament. Jaynes first thoughts had been divorce but after pouring her heart out to her mother Helen advised a scheme that not only avoided the need for lawyers but would be both rewarding and enriching for Mother and daughter. Helen was a wealthy woman who lived in a large secluded property in the country. Jayne would tell Simon that they were to move to her mother’s to salvage the marriage. In the meantime Simon was cajoled into signing a power of attorney to sell their house and the entire proceeds were paid into Jayne’s bank account. In the interim Helen made arrangements for certain adaptations to be carried out at her home and various specialist items were purchased on the internet. Then, that fateful day, simon and Jayne drove to Helen’s home. Simon had not realised that the coffee he had accepted on arrival had contained a coc-ktail of sedative and muscle relaxants. He was still conscious when Helen had invited Simon and Jayne for a tour of the house to see the recent alterations. On being shown the new luxurious bedroom with the ensuite bathroom that Helen kept referring to as “Jayne’s room” he thought that Helen was just being a little remiss in not referring to it as his room too, but decided against making the point. He was, after all, a little light headed at this point and would have collapsed on the oversized double bed for a rest had Helen not, at that point, taken him by the arm and said “and then there is the nursery across the hall”. If Simon had felt light headed up to that point his head was now reeling. Nursery? Was this some hope or expectation on Helen’s part that there would be grandchildren? But the room, when Simon entered, confused him even more. Right before his eyes was the epitome of a nursery – cot, high chair, changing table even a rocking horse! But everything was oversized.
“Do you like it simon?” Helen asked
But all simon could think of saying was “looks like it was made for a pretty big baby”
Simon didn’t quite appreciate the irony of Helen’s response “why yes indeed, a very big baby!” because at that point he passed out and collapsed on the floor.
Betty Pearl's Sissy Stories 20.1
Topic: Simon's sorry state of affairs (Read 16555 times)
