Mitch

[Sandra B]

37.
When the party broke up that evening, Yulya and Anna went off together, planning to have a drink before they went home.  Shirley and Mandy had Sam to drop off, and, since there had been some doubt about how Jasper was getting home, Shirley kindly offered to drop him as well. “Kindly” may not be the most apposite word, since she had seen something in him that made her wish she could recruit him to P & S, though she knew little about his parents, apart from a few details she had gleaned from Mitch.  After they’d dropped Sam, who had been sitting silent and brooding the whole journey, they headed for Jasper’s house.  He was a sweet, freckly boy with curly ginger hair and large trusting eyes.  She could tell at once he would be a malleable subject.  So she took the opportunity to introduce herself to his mother.
“Hello.  I believe this is yours?”
“Oh, yes.  I’m afraid it is.  You must be Shirley.  I’m Celia.  Thank you so much for bringing him home.  I simply couldn’t get away.  My daughter’s not very well, you see, and…”
“Oh, it was no bother.  He’s a pleasure to have around.”
Jasper disappeared into the house.
“I hope he was well-behaved.  I mean, he’s not always…”
“Ah.  Boys.  Tell me about it.”
“You have a boy of your own?”
“Well, not exactly.  But my company…we offer a form of cognitive psychotherapy for difficult boys, so I have quite a bit of experience.  I won’t bore you with the details…”
“Oh, no…I’d be very interested.”  She lowered her voice.  “Jasper…you know, he can be quite rebellious.  Quite a handful.  I should be here more, but I have to work long hours sometimes…  But I expect it’s very expensive, that sort of thing…”
“Well not really.  We have funding from the local authority, which allows us to offer free assessments for up to three months.  After that fees are by negotiation.  But sometimes you see a great improvement after only a few weeks.”
“Really?”
“Look, Celia, we have another boy to drop off, but why don’t we discuss Jasper’s needs sometime.  I could call you, or…”
“Whereabouts are you?”
“Well we’re out of town, Stretford way.”
“Oh.”
“Tell you what, Celia.  Maybe I could call in one day.  I’m often in this area.  All I would ask is a cup of coffee…”
“Oh, that’s so kind, Shirley!  Please do.  I’m free Tuesday to Friday, provided it’s before ten.  That’s when I leave for work.  Then sometimes I’m not back till ten at night.  Shifts, you know.  Monday’s slightly different.  I start early and get back at three..”
“Well why don’t we say Monday?  About three-thirty?”
“Oh, that would be perfect.”
“Good.  I’ll see you on Monday then.  Lovely to meet you.”
“You too, Shirley!  Look forward to it.”

Shirley returned to the car.
“We may have another recruit.  I gave her the ‘free trial’ routine.  Frankly, I’d take that one on for nothing.”
“Did you see how he was looking at Mitch all day?”
“I did.  What a sweet pair they’d make.”
“What did you think about – you know, the way things panned out?”
“Mandy darling?  I’ve been an idiot.  I let him totally outsmart me.  I’ll never forgive myself for allowing a trainee to take me in wholesale like that.”
“Well, it couldn’t have been foreseen…”
“I should have foreseen it.  But I’ve learned a valuable lesson.  A lesson about making assumptions, but also a lesson about Mitch himself.”
“And that is…?”
“I’ve been on completely the wrong tack with him.  I thought the way to go was feminisation.  Wrong.  Now he realises his power, he revels in being a girl.  He makes such a lovely girl, he entrances everyone around him.  No.  What he fears is, not being a girl – but being a sissy!  What embarrassed him the most?  The pageboy outfit.  Why?  Because in that he was forced to flaunt his boyhood, parade it for all to see, while at the same time the little frills, and the lace and the juvenility of the whole costume hinted at girlishness, shyness, silliness…even…”
“A suggestion of…gayness?”
“Exactly!  And do you remember how he reacted to my sissifiers?  The idea of a blue one – a boy’s one – horrified him.  Yes, that’s his weak spot.  And that’s what I’m going to work on.  He made a big mistake when he decided to prank me…”

Shirley got to work first thing Monday morning.  She placed some new orders with her latexwear and aids suppliers, she accepted a couple of the party invitations that had been extended to Mitch after Henrietta’s wedding, and she arranged a meeting with Lettie and Molly for the next day.  In the afternoon she called on Celia, and they chatted for nearly two hours over coffee and cake.  When she got home Monday evening she poured herself a malt whisky, neat on the rocks, put her feet up, and said, out loud, “Shirley Dearman?  You suffered a temporary setback.  But you’re back on track.  And Mitchell Langston?  You may be smirking now, but make the most of it.  Because there’s a few surprises coming your way!”

[sarahpenguin]

Hmm. Perhaps a baby boy sissy in cloth diapers and plastic panties wearing latex babywear suc-king on his blue sissifier at the party?

[Sandra B]

38. 
One of the things Shirley knew about Mitch, was that his body responded well to the smooth, stretchy feel of latex.  She knew he had held onto those latex baby pants she had provided – his blushes had told her that.  And using Elizabeth as an agent, she had discovered he frequently wore them to bed, then hid them in a cloth bag at the back of his underwear drawer.  Henrietta’s wedding had confirmed his predilection.  That was a useful tool in her plans, which she had already put in motion. 
The first part of her order arrived on the Thursday morning.  It was a box of sissifiers, but these were not gags.  These were simply large pacifiers, but with the same teat exactly as the locking gags.  It was essential to her strategy that Mitch should ultimately use them voluntarily.  As an optional incentive, some included the reservoir modification, so that, if desired, the rubber reservoir – about the size of a small lemon – could be attached to the sissifier by its tube, and used to replenish whatever little liquid treat was desired.  The sissifier end of the feed tube was fitted with a valve, so that, whether forced into the teat by pressure on the rubber sac, or by the user’s nursing, the fluid could only flow in one direction.  The modified sissifiers came in a larger box with instructions and a syringe for filling.
There was no reason to delay, so she rang Elizabeth straight away.
“Elizabeth, darling.  It’s Shirley.  How are you?  That was a lovely party on Saturday.  Is there any cake left?”
“Thank you, Shirley.  No, not a crumb!  Mitch and Jasper finished the last of it yesterday.”
“Oh, Jasper.  How is he?  You know I’ve met his mother?”
“Yes, I’ve spoken to her.  I gather he might be joining Mitch at P & S?”
“That’s the idea.  He’s a lovely kid, but apparently he’s not always so lovely!  We’ll see how that works out.”
“It would be so nice.  Jasper adores Mitch, you know.”
“Yes.  I’d noticed.”
“So what can I do for you?”
“Well, how can I put this?  We’ve had a little discipline problem with Mitch.”
“Really?  What’s he been up to now?”
“No, no, it’s really nothing serious.  But I need to re-establish a continuous relationship of teacher and student between us.  It’s absolutely essential to his progress.  I was wondering…  Would you be able to help me with something?”
“Anything.  Of course.”
“He needs a daily reminder of his commitment.  The weekend appointments by themselves are not enough.  It takes a couple of hours to get him back to the position he was in at the end of the last session.  So I have a little aid I would like him to use every night.  Would it be possible to bring it round today?  I’d like to start him off as soon as possible.”
“Of course, Shirley!  I’ll do whatever is necessary.  I agree we must keep him focussed.  He looked beautiful on Saturday, of course, but I did notice him starting to show off again towards the end.  And I wasn’t happy about the way he spent the whole afternoon poking fun at his friend.”
“Precisely.  Some of his old traits were beginning to emerge, weren’t they?  That’s why he needs a regular reminder of the importance of politeness and modesty.  I’m so glad you’re on board with this.”
“Absolutely, Shirley.  The first thing I did after the party was to put his photograph up again.  That certainly damped his spirits a bit!”
“Good.  Actually, I have a poster version of that.  I’ll bring you one.  Maybe he could have it on the wall of his bedroom.”
“That’s a lovely idea.  He could show all his friends!”
They laughed.
“Also, I’ve got a few more events lined up for him in the coming weeks – and now we have our own photographer, I’m hoping for a few more snaps in a similar vein!”
“Great!  That little pageboy costume really seemed to quiet him down.  I wish he had to wear it every day, instead of those old ripped jeans he likes so much.  Well, maybe not at school, but the rest of the time.  And he looked so nice in it,” she added, wistfully, “like a proper little boy.”

Shirley filed away that last thought for later consideration.  They agreed she would call around four with the new equipment.  Elizabeth was eager to know what it was, but Shirley said it should be a surprise, for her and for Mitch.

When Shirley arrived, Mitch had just got back from school.  He opened the door.
“Shirley.  I mean, miss.  What are you doing here?”
“Brought you a little present, Mitch.”  She held up a small package and a long tube.  “Help with your therapy.”
She followed him into the lounge.
“Shirley, hi.”
“Hi, Elizabeth.”
“Mum, I’m going out for a bit.”
“No, dear.  I think we need you here for a minute or two.”
“Yes, Mitch.  This concerns you.  Now, I won’t go into our recent little problems.  You know what I’m talking about.”  Mitch assumed an expression of boredom.  “Your mother and I agree that you need reminders of your training responsibilities between sessions.  So…  First, a present for you.”
She took the cap off the tube and drew out a rolled poster.  She unrolled it and held it up for Mitch to see.
“For your bedroom wall.  Your favourite picture.”
“No way!”
“Oh yes, young man,” said his mother, firmly.  “Or you’ll be grounded – permanently!”
“And maybe worse,” said Shirley quietly, with a meaningful look.  “Maybe your friends would like one too…”
“No!  All right.”  He looked at the package nervously.  “And what’s that?”
Shirley unwrapped the package.  It contained two boxes, one larger than the other.  First she opened the small one.  She showed them the contents.
“This is our new boy’s pacifier.”  (She didn’t want to call it a sissifier in front of Mitch.)  She held it up, and passed it to Elizabeth.  She wasn’t sure how she would react.  She needn’t have worried.  Elizabeth took it open-mouthed.  She turned it over in her fingers, and gingerly squeezed the teat.
“Ooh, darling,” she breathed.  “Look at that!  A real big boy pacifier!”  She glanced at Shirley, and added, “in every sense!”
“Quite.  I hope you like the colour, Mitch.  Blue for a boy, you know.”
Mitch was horrified.  “I’m not suc-king on that!”
“Oh yes you are.  Every night.  You must go to sleep with it in your mouth.  Your mother has offered to check you every night when she goes to bed.  If it’s not in, she will report to me, and the necessary penalties will be imposed.”
“But…I mean, it’s…”
“Perfect for you,” interrupted his mother.  “It will be a constant reminder you’re not superior to other boys.  In fact, after your behaviour towards poor Samantha – I mean Sam – last Saturday, it will be an appropriate reminder that you can be inferior to some of them at times.  So you will do what you’re told.”
Mitch was speechless.  His mother teaming up with Shirley was a disaster.
Shirley opened the larger box.
“The teat of the one I’ve shown you can be filled with a liquid treat, if that is needed to make it more acceptable.  See?  Just flip open this little cap on the outside.  Now this one comes with a feeding tube and reservoir, and a syringe for filling.  The instructions are inside.  The reservoir has two caps, one at each end, so it can be washed thoroughly between uses.  That will be your job, Mitch.  Similarly the tube and the pacifier itself.  There.  You’re all set up.”
“Say thank you to Miss Dearman, Mitch.  She’s come all this way to bring you your presents.”
Mitch’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish’s, but no sound came out.
“Well?”
“Th-thank you….miss…”
“Good boy.  Now run along.”

After he was gone, Shirley confided in Elizabeth.
“Actually we call them sissifiers, but…”
“No. Quite right.”
“Do you think he’ll use it?”
“Don’t worry, Shirley.  I’ll make sure.  It’s just what he needs.  Any problems, I’ll threaten to leave it lying around when his friends are here.”  She picked up the sissifier again.  “It’s very realistic…  I think he might even begin to like it after a while.  And I’m sure it’ll help him sleep…
“I hope it makes a difference…”
“I’m sure it will.” 

[Sandra B]

39.
Mitch went away to think about ways to avoid using the awful “super-pacifier”, as he called it.  Clearly he had to pretend to have it in his mouth when he settled down, but there was no way he was going to lie there suc-king that thing all night.  Perhaps his mother wouldn’t be bothered to check up on him.  In any case, till he discovered what her routine was going to be, he was going to have to eschew the pleasures of his rubber baby pants.
That night, when he went to bed, he found the standard sissifier waiting for him in its box on his bedside table.  He ignored it, and started reading a comic, until his mother came in.
“Now, Mitch - you know the drill.”
“But I’m not going to sleep yet!”
“Number one, yes you are…and number two, your pacifier is to be in as soon as you’re in bed.  Understand?  Then we won’t have any excuses about how you “forgot”.”
“Mum…” he whined.
“No arguments.  Here.  Open wide.  Good.  Now sleep, please.  You’ve got school tomorrow.  Don’t make that face.  It’ll soon be the holidays, and then you can stay up a bit later.”
As soon as she was out of the room he spat out his dummy – literally.  He was going to throw it across the room, but then he thought if she did come in later it would be obvious it was a deliberate rejection.  So he left it by his pillow, just in case.  If she came back – and he wasn’t at all convinced she would – she was unlikely to wake him up if she thought it had merely fallen from his lips.
So he reasoned.  Unfortunately, Elizabeth took her responsibilities very seriously, and at twelve he was awaked and had the sissifier shoved unceremoniously back in his mouth. 
And so it went on, for the rest of that week and the following weekend.  Until his mother won the battle of wills, and he popped it in unbidden, and kept it there until he sank into unconsciousness.  He was surprised that after only a day or two he found it still in his mouth on waking.  And also, that it had a satisfyingly calming effect, and helped him sleep peacefully.  He realised now how important was a pacifier to a baby.  After a few days more he found himself becoming habituated to the simple device, enjoying its comforting influence.  But there was a side-effect: suc-king on the smooth, bloated teat was a little sexually arousing.  This worried him at first, but, not wanting his new-found pleasure to be blunted, he fabricated an explanation that exempted him from any sense of guilt.  “It’s not that I’m imagining, well…doing it to another person,” he mused.  “No.  What it is, is that I’m imagining that it belongs to me.  And I’m imagining that some girl – maybe Lettie – in suc-king and licking at it, driving me crazy.  When I suc-k it, I’m thinking how I would like her to suc-k me.  Yes, of course.  That’s it.  No doubt.”
And having arrived at this ingenious conclusion, and his mother having no further need to undertake her midnight inspections, he felt free to resume his secret (so he thought) practices with his rubber pants – much needed in view of his heightened arousal.

The first night he experimented was one he remembered for a long time.  He retrieved them from their hiding place, dusted them with talc, and climbed into bed.  Then he took the “super-pacifier” from his bedside table, and pushed it into his mouth – literally pushed, resisting for a moment with his lips, imagining Lettie doing the same.  But once it was in, and he explored the slick, firm head with his tongue, his body reacted with startling enthusiasm.  His pen-is grew to full erection in a matter of seconds, until it was straining against the stretched latex.  He almost choked with surprise.  He threw off his duvet and turned onto his back.  When he suc-ked at the rubber one, he could feel his own throbbing with excitement.  By moving his hips gently back and forth, the head moved up and down against the taut latex.  Soon it was lubricating freely, slipping and sliding, and even the slightest movement send waves of pleasure through his whole body.  He reached down and touched the tip gingerly.  It was as hard as a little apple, and quivering with excitement.  He breathed deeply through his nose, trying to maintain control.  Why was this so stimulating?  He wasn’t going to ponder that question for long.  Instead he started treating the sissifier as if it were his own erect member – holding the shaft between his teeth, while suc-king and licking the head.  Soon he was trying to replicate the movements of his tongue with his fingers, stroking and squeezing himself gently, bringing himself nearer and nearer orgasm, while simultaneously trying to stave it off.  Then he started sliding the tip of his tongue back and forth in the cleft of the glans, while using one finger to imitate the action on himself.  That was a step too far.  With a startled moan, he toppled into an explosive climax.  He saw an burst of stars, and then his sperm was flooding his pants, hot against his tummy.  The sissifier fell out of his mouth, and he gave a cry, which he quickly stifled by biting on his pillow.  He was still twitching with the aftermath when his mother came in.
“Mitch?  Are you all right?”
“Oh, god.  Oh…oh, yeah…mum…  Bad dream…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Your pacifier’s fallen out.  Put it back, won’t you?”
“Yeah, course.”
“There.  Good boy.  Sure you’re all right?”
“Oh, yeah, mum.  Fine.  I’m…totally…fine…”

Whether or not Shirley had planned it this way, she had certainly had a result.  An unbreakable link had been established between the sissifier and sexual pleasure – a bond of pleasure which could only heighten and intensify with time and repetition.

[Sandra B]

40.
Whilst all this was going on at home, Shirley hadn’t neglected his duties at P & S.  Mitch became aware of her change of policy straight away.  The following Saturday he was cast as a little servant boy, in a suit of blue taffeta, with white silk knee stockings and shoes with silver buckles.  He didn’t really mind the outfit – he thought it quite smart – but Shirley had invited Celia and Jasper for an exploratory visit, and thought it would be amusing to have Mitch waiting on Sam and Jasper.  Sam, of course, was delighted, and took pleasure in ordering him about.  Jasper spent most of the session looking about him with bewilderment, or staring at Mitch.
“What do you think, darling?  Would you like to come here for a while?  Mitch will be here, won’t he Shirley?”
“Oh, yes.  He’s not going anywhere.”
“You see, sweetie?  You’ll have your best friend, and Sam as well.”
“Sam seems such a nice boy,” she added sotto voce, to Shirley.
“Oh, he is.  So nice,” said Shirley, thinking what he might do if put in charge of Mitch.  “So…he could start next weekend, if you liked…” she added.
“Did you hear that, Jasper?  You can start next week.  Isn’t that exciting?  And you’ll be in films, you know.  Wouldn’t you like to be on the internet?  That would be fun, wouldn’t it?”
Jasper was not at all sure what he was being let in for.  But Mitch would be there.  That was all he cared about really.

Shirley and Celia had a chat about money.  Celia was nervous that she might have to start financing the therapy if Jasper was there long term.  But Shirley put her mind at rest.
“As I said, Celia, you don’t have to worry at all.  There’ll be no charges at all at first.  If he responds to training, and we’re able to use him in promotional or advertising material, then he’ll be paid.  In fact, we’d pay you direct.  We pay decent rates, so if he decided to stay long-term, it could even provide some extra income for you.  No pressure.  We can see how things pan out.”
“Thank you, Shirley.  I’m so glad you approached us.  I’m quite excited about it.  I really think something like this is just what he needs to bring him out of his shell.  He gets so sulky and rebellious sometimes.”
“I must say he seems a very quiet boy…”
“Well, he has his moments, I suppose.  Perhaps his anger is directed towards me, because I’m not able to give him all the attention he would like…”
“Don’t blame yourself, Celia.  In a few years he’ll have a crowd of new friends and he won’t want to know you.  That’s how boys are.  Leave him to me.  I’ll bring him out.  I think the change will do him good.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“So we’ll see you next Saturday, then?”
“At nine.  And thank you again.”

After that day’s session, Shirley took Mitch aside.
“Well Mitch, how did you like that role?”
“It was okay.  I liked the costume.  Sam was a bit bossy, though.”
“Oh, don’t take it personally.  I’ll keep an eye on him.”  She paused.  “How’s the pacifier thing working out?  Your mum tells me you’ve been making progress…”
“I guess.  I’m trying.”
“Good boy!  Routine.  Very important.  Anyway, good news.  You’ve been booked for a couple of assignments.”
“Oh?  What sort of…?”
“The first one is on Wednesday the twenty-fourth.  You’ll be broken up then.  Stretford W.I.”
“W.I.?”
“Women’s Institute.  The anniversary of their foundation.  They have a do every year.  You’ll like it.  It’s very low-key.  Mainly older women.  Very motherly.  You’ll be spoilt.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Oh, waiting.  That sort of thing.  Nothing arduous.”
“And what…will I be wearing?”
“Let’s discuss that nearer the time, shall we?”
“And the other one?”
“Hen party.  Some friends of mine.  Saw you at Henrietta’s wedding.”
Mitch looked anxious.
“Don’t look like that!  They’re a lovely bunch of girls.  And of course you’ll be paid for both events.  With tips!”
“Oh, well, I guess…”
“Great.  Well, off you go, darling.  Yulya will drop you home.  Get some sleep.  Don’t forget your siss…pacifier.  Sweet dreams!”

[BabyJay]

Great story. hope next chapters soon. Can't wait to see what happens to Mitch, Sam and now Jasper. Could it be that Jasper will now become the baby?

[Sandra B]

41.
The Women’s Institute booking was no accident.  Predictably, Shirley had several friends in that organisation who shared her views on the discipline of children.  When they met up for drinks, which was not infrequently, one could hear lots of the old platitudes:  “In my day…”, “If I’d behaved like that, it would be a good spanking and sent to bed without any supper!”  “In my view, dear, children should be seen and not heard…”  “They don’t know they’re born, children today…”  etc. etc.
Over the aforementioned drinks, most of which were based on a high proportion of gin, (the evils of which the women had either forgotten or conveniently overlooked), Shirley and her friends discussed such global issues as the best anti-wrinkle creams, the merits of chocolate as against banana and blueberry muffins, and, of course, delinquent youth.  When Shirley was around, this was their favourite topic, and they pumped her for details of the latest experiments being undertaken at P & S.  So it was inevitable that the idea should emerge of having one of her acolytes to entertain them at their annual do.  And who better than the boy of the moment?  All that remained to decide was his precise role in the proceedings.  For which purpose an extraordinary private meeting was arranged, composed of Shirley and half a dozen of the senior members.

“Shirley, for the benefit of those of us who haven’t heard the details, tell us more about change of policy towards Mitch.  It sounded fascinating.”
“Well, dear, yes.  It was a simple conclusion I should have drawn long before.  What troubles him most – and therefore what is the best aid to his training – is being perceived to be a sissy.”
“And how do you define a “sissy”, exactly?”
“A sissy, Rachel dear, is a boy – it can only be a boy – who shows feminine or babyish tendencies.  My usual policy is to aim for total babification or total feminisation.  But I realised these were less effective in his case than something in between.   I needed to create a feeling of ambiguity about his age and gender, even his sexuality.  If I could achieve that it would generate a tension which would keep him anxious, unsettled, and vulnerable.  A spin-off is that his appearance generates curiosity.  He attracts attention, which increases his embarrassment even more.”
“Sounds interesting,” said another.  “And how do you intend to create this ambiguity?”
“Well, it’s early days yet.  I’m working on suitable outfits for him to wear.  But I need to make a decision about the twenty-fourth.  And it would be good to have your input.” 
“I saw those wedding pictures.  He looked so helpless and uncomfortable.  Maybe something like that again?  I’m sure the ladies would appreciate it…”
Murmurs of concurrence.
“Yes, he does respond rather well to latex, doesn’t he?  And he’s in the process of learning to accept one of these.”  She produced a basic sissifier and placed it in the middle of the table.  There was a pause and then squeals of delight.  Rachel picked it up.
“That brings back memories,” she laughed.  “So, is he actually using this?”
“His mother tells me he’s making satisfactory progress.  We also have a locking version in the event of resistance.”
“You’re a genius, Shirley.  I’d like to see that, whatever else we decide.”
“Yes, but I want him to be able to speak, too,” said another.  “I want to ask him all about his training.”
“Well, you’ll have the key,” said Shirley.  “You can do what you like.  But as to an outfit…”

There followed an hour of heated discussion.  The wedding photo was passed around, and several of the women favoured a repeat.  But Shirley wanted to reserve that, or at least a variation on it, for her friends’ hen party.  They had pretty much reached an impasse, when someone said, “You know what?  I know it’s a bit boring, I suppose, but I miss babies. Even my grandchildren are growing up now, and I don’t get to feed them and tickle them and change them any more - I guess I could try, but they might object!  So…”
“It doesn’t have to be boring,” replied Shirley.  I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t find Baby Mitch boring…at least, not the way I could prepare him.  But remember, ladies, babies can be a lot of work.  Do you really want to have all that trouble…”
She was interrupted by a chorus of approval.
“That’s the sort of trouble we like!” cried Rachel.  “And he’s been a baby before, hasn’t he?”
“He has, but…”
“We want Baby Mitch!” laughed one of the women.  And they all took up the chant, “We want Baby Mitch!”
When the noise had died down, Shirley looked around the table, and took another gulp of gin and tonic.
“All right, ladies.  Baby Mitch it is.  Baby Mitch the boy baby with frills on, so to speak.  He won’t be happy about it, mind.  And no doubt you’d like me to come up with something a little…unconventional, shall we say?  That won’t be easy, but I’ll do my best.”