16B. A PLAYPEN FOR DAISY continued
He was glad not to be crawling any longer it made his arse gyrate around his butt plug causing all manner of sensations he couldn’t help but respond to and soon found himself shooting a load off into his nappy again. It made him feel ashamed again but not as ashamed as he was being seen crawling about on the floor dressed as he was, and looking as though he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
"Sit yourself down and make yourself comfortable" instructed his mother. As if that was remotely possible with the ball finial of his butt plug making firm contact with the floor. It was just pushed deeper into him adding to his distress as it probed him incessantly as he shuffled around trying to get comfy whilst sitting on the damnable thing. It was a constant reminder of his ever increasing degradation.
He looked up and took stock of his surroundings his world looked a whole lot different from the inside of his playpen. Playpen World was a whole lot smaller than Harness World and was delineated by a solid boundary between him and the other world beyond the railings which he longed to be part of again. The railings towered above him, and if he was permitted to stand up they would come up almost to his shoulders making them practically insurmountable and the cylindrical top rail was perfectly smooth offering him no means of purchase to pull himself up. The railings which formed the walls of his enclosure were made of sturdy metal tubes with brightly coloured plastic sleeves which added a carnival like festive look to his playpen, and were deeply embedded in both top and bottom rails making them impossible to remove. It was a veritable fortress devised with one single purpose that was to keep its occupant in with the comforting knowledge that it was equally secure as his baby harness. No one yet had managed to escape from either, and she would have to escape from both.
"There there sweetie" consoled his mother "you'll feel so much better once we have you in your tethers, they'll keep you nice and safe. Irene was right putting you back in a playpen was the right choice for you; you're behaving the part already. We should be thankful to her for giving you such a good start. She seems to have taken a special interest in you for some reason. I wonder why that is? So remember big smiles, show her how happy you are to be back in a playpen, bounce up and down on your bottom and wave your arms be ecstatic about your situation no matter how embarrassing or humiliated you feel because if you look sullen she will know she's won and I won't give her that satisfaction. Understand?"
Upon his mothers return he was still sat where she had left him on the thick plastic coated foam floor panels which covered the solid wood base beneath. He was feeling quite uncertain when his mother produced two lengths of chain which to him looked substantial enough to moor a battleship with. He could feel them being attached to the back of his harness which was confirmed when he heard the click of a padlock being snapped shut. Tears began collecting in his eyes again. He was never going to be able to stand up, let alone get out of his playpen fastened down to the floor with those.
His mother fussed over his dress making sure his petticoats were all fluffed up and neatly arranged about him to show them off in the best possible light for when visitors arrived just added to his misery, and she closed the two locks on the gate behind her as she left. To add insult to injury they were the most simplistic fastenings he had ever seen but with his mittens still on his hands even the simplest fastening was fully child proof even if that child was 15 years old. But he would have needed to break free from his chain tethers first, which wasn't going to happen.
Daisy sat in her playpen feeling dejected, trapped like a caged animal helpless and furious with her mother for fastening her down with the two short lengths of chain clipped to the back of her baby harness and anchored to the baseboard of her playpen with heavy duty lobster claw clasps supplemented with a pair of adorable Hello Kitty padlocks on each deliberately intended to compound her misery with that added touch of infantile cuteness augmented with an extra layer of helplessness.
At first glance the padlocks could easily be mistaken for fun rather than functional fasteners, these were both, and would require a set of heavy duty bolt cutters to break the tungsten steel shackles, something that Daisy did not posses amongst her toy collection, or she would need the key, which had been left providently on a hook tantalisingly close by but deliberately just out of reach to taunt her. But with her heavily mittened hands she would be unable to manipulate it to open the padlocks anyway, that is if she could even find them they had so far proved quite elusive, yet it served to remind her that her freedom was something she no longer had control over and she would remain resident in her playpen at her mother's pleasure and without the distractions of being able to get up and wander about she only had her new toys to amuse herself with.
Her mother considered the fastenings sufficient to stop Daisy from leaping forward and assaulting her brother if worst came to worst, and given her current anger it was a justified concern, but had assured Daisy they were solely for the purpose of maintaining her in a safe environment. Left unattended she wouldn't want to fall over and hurt herself whilst trying to climb over the railings now would she? These would stop such an eventuality and curb her adventurous spirit. Daisy couldn't offer a counter argument; Daisy could barely say 'buh', 'umpphh' or 'gah', after her pacifier received an extra touch of tender loving care from her mother thanks to the judicious use of a bicycle pump making it even firmer and fuller in her mouth than before to ensure it didn’t let Daisy down at a pivotal moment in her development. She listened as Daisy's protests rapidly diminished in volume with each pump until he was virtually mute and left him going through the motions of struggling to evict the oversized intruder from his mouth with no success at all. Altogether it felt like a completely different beast which left her with a mouthful of happy sounds of a contented toddler but not a single word.
Her playpen provided her with the perfect opportunity to play with all of her toys like a well behaved infant. As a mark of her displeasure she tried to throw her dolly at her mother. But the need to use both hands to pick it up didn't make for the best launch platform and her pathetic attempt fell short of the railings.
When her mother showed her the app she had just opened on her mobile phone Daisy just stared in shock as she watched wide eyed at an image of herself sat in her playpen. She looked in the general direction of the cam' but could see nothing. The implications were immediately obvious to her. She wouldn’t know whether she was being observed or not so would have to maintain her toddler like enthusiasm and play happily with her toys at all times for fear of being caught out and being punished for her lapse of appropriate behaviour. Tears flowed readily down her cheeks. The charade suddenly became her new reality that she would have to impose upon herself at all times, and show suitable progress. There would be no escape. "That's right Daisy, mommy can keep an eye on you from anywhere when you're in your playpen so you have no excuse for not behaving properly even when you're all alone. And with a click of this button I can send it as a live feed to your Little Miss Muffet's web page so everyone can enjoy your fun and games. Do you understand what I'm saying?" Daisy nodded. Now there could be no respite from her displays of baby like behaviour or she would have her activities broadcast to a wider audience.
He loathed his confinement. The environment was perfect for a little princess to thrive there were an abundance of soft fluffy heart shaped scatter cushions, several rag dolls and cuddly teddy bears, a collection of alphabet bricks and a rattle just begging to be shaken.
"Oh and Daisy make sure you play with all of your toys there's a good little girl. You'll want to appear conversant with them for when our guests arrive won't you?" 'No I won't' he thought to himself but dare not act on his thoughts he just nodded his head in agreement.
She was left alone to enjoy a wonderful compendium of nursery rhymes and lullaby's as they invaded her ears with their childish melodies bringing with them all sorts of amazing subliminal messages to ease her through her transition courtesy of his mobile phone tucked into the pocket on the back of his harness and a pair of wireless ear buds. They would help smooth the way to the next phase of her development. It took less than 20 minutes before Daisy was joining in singing along to them.
Initially she had been very self conscious regarding her behaviour and a reluctant performer but as she became more familiar with her toys her behaviour became more natural if a little exaggerated. She was struggling to play with a doll, her mitten covered hands were not being exactly co-operative and she didn’t really understand what to do with it anyway, so she swapped it for a baby's rattle which required both hands to pickup and operate and slipped out of her grasp repeatedly but she showed her determination to master it.
She shook her arms in mock glee at her successes, and bounced up and down on her bottom violating herself every time her nappy clad rump met the padded floor of her confines and drove her butt plug deeper into her she quickly learnt to mask the grunt of discomfort with a delighted gurgle.
Escape from her tethers was impossible and she would remain a prisoner in her playpen until released which couldn’t come soon enough for her, hopefully before her brother or sister found her playing with her toy collection.
She leaned forward to retrieve her errant rattle and found herself looking at a pair of shoes that weren't there a few moments ago. Daisy let out a short squeal of surprise. Her eyes travelled slowly upwards and found herself looking not at Irene Craddock as she had expected but her brother instead. Obviously Daisy was aware that her brother might see her like this but the thought was too horrific to contemplate so she pushed it to the back of her mind. Nevertheless she was dreading the anticipated confrontation. And now the inevitable had happened. At least she would be able to explain to him why, that was her reasoning. She had played it over and over in her mind exactly what she wanted to say but found herself unable to deliver her explanation due largely to the meticulous attention her mother had paid to her pacifier after she had been placed in the playpen and fastened down.
The fact that she could neither stand up nor rid her mouth of its phallic plug was not initially obvious. It was as if she'd been caught enjoying the whole scenario gurgling like an infant and making baby noises and enjoying herself because she wanted to. This was precisely the image her mother wanted her to portray when she greeted her brother. A happily content little sissy enjoying playing with her baby toys in her playpen, the most natural thing in the world for a sissy and born again infant. And Daisy had played into her hands perfectly and consciously aware that her behaviour was being monitored at all times didn't lend itself to Daisy trying to be macho about his situation or the whole world would know of his plight.
Without an explanation his brother would take one look at her and immediately come to the wrong conclusion. That his older brother really was a nappy wearing sissy who wanted to be a baby again, a circ-umstance confirmed by her presence in a playpen and dressed for the part obviously enjoying playing with her collection of baby toys, and had apparently already embraced the toddler lifestyle as her own. It was bad enough that he had been instrumental in taking delivery of the playpen as well as having it erected for him and it provided too much opportunity for speculation. Wasn't it bad enough that he was dressed up like a toddler? But to be witnessed by his brother whilst openly playing with his new toys and sat helpless in his playpen was just too much for him to bear. Tears began to collect in his eyes again. Hardly the best look for a boy having a faceoff with his younger brother particularly when any sign of weakness would be used against him and could be the ultimate cause of his downfall and everlasting shame.
To be continued.
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