The Nursery

[Sophie Baby]

She sat him down in the downstairs playroom where he had a little child’s desk and chair. Unlike much of his baby environment the desk had not been up scaled to adult size and he sat feeling uncomfortable as his big nappied bottom did not fit easily on the small seat and he crouched awkwardly over the ridiculously low desk. Emma was good at making things in the “Blue Peter” style. (for non UK readers Blue Peter was an iconic children’s programme where the presenters were always making things out of cartons and packets). He had first to cut up a piece of plain pink card and fold it in half as she said she wanted him to make a real sissy thank you card to send to Jake. She then had him write “To Uncle Jake- the real MAN in the house” in different coloured crayons across the top of the card. The writing had to be juvenile.

She then suggested a drawing of him standing in his cot looking towards a closed door; intended to represent the bedroom door. David worked hard and carefully at this new task knowing full well that sloppy work would result in it all being torn up and he would have to start again. He eventually achieved a reasonable result half child, half adult in quality of him standing, nappied, bibbed, bonneted in a nightie in his cot half turned looking at the closed door where obviously the action was. On the door he had to write “Mummy’s room”

On the inside he had to draw a full facial picture of himself from a photo again in a little short dress with a prominent dummy partially obscuring his quite recognisable face. Emma came in and said “now what shall we put on the inside to go with your pretty drawing?”

He did not want to think.

“I know “This baby only wets with his!” and underneath that “Thankoo tho much Uncle Jake for my lovely baby bonnets. Kisses from a real sissy baby Sophie”

When he had finished Emma found a large envelope and after a quick call to Jane came out with another awful idea “we will send it to your Uncle Jake at his office. He is not at home very much these days and it is so nice to get surprises in the post.”

David could only think of one thing: Marilyn his former secretary would almost certainly open the post and see this utter confirmation of his sissy status. He could not let it happen, “Pleath Nanny no post it. Can I give it to him pleath pleath”

He looked so pathetic sitting there at that tiny desk, upturned face full of worried concern. His nanny came close, nuzzled him and quietly confirmed his fears “No sissy your Mummy wants it to go to his office so that’s where it goes, sorry sweetie.” She could see a tantrum brewing and wagged her finger at him; “don’t start you do not want to have a three hour session this afternoon at the hair salon with a sore botty do you?”

“Nanny Nanny Pleath no hith thecretary might thee it” He lapsed into his most babyish lisp in a vain attempt to curry favour.

“Yes so she might I hadn’t thought of that. Now to give you an idea what she may think shall we show it to Marie before we post it?” As ever protest had worsened his plight.

Emma was far from finished with this letter writing idea, “Now then David” he looked startled at the rare use of his proper name. “We have a letter from Sophie to Uncle Jake but now I want David to write to him as well to express an adult’s appreciation of what he is doing for you; I want you to write very respectfully as if he was your superior in every way and to thank him for holding the key to your chastity, for making love to Jane and for the wonderful babies bonnets he has given you. You have to say what a big sissy you are and how you want to remain one. Now that’s all I am going to say except that I do not care how many drafts  you do but substandard letters will be torn up without comment, if they are not bad I shall give you some hints before tearing them up. You have the rest of the morning and all day tomorrow and you will sit at your child’s desk writing constantly until you are finished so I would not attempt to skimp if I were you.”

Emma knew that she was being really mean but she knew he would dream up a more humiliating letter by himself than if she dictated it. She realised how cramped and uncomfortable it would be at the desk and that alone would be an incentive to do a good job quickly. She produced some quality notepaper from Wilsons of Knightsbridge and found David’s old fountain pen.

“Now get to it”

He stared blankly at the paper as tears welled up in his eyes. Write to Jake! Create evidence of his shame for anyone to read! It was so unfair! He wanted to shout, protest and complain at the unfairness of it all.

How could he write and thank Jake for making love to his wife? But; despite himself he felt a rising pressure down there as he thought of the sounds Jane made when she was being rogered by Jake. His whispered words that he was going to take her from behind went round his head. His arousal suddenly came to a quick end as his chastity bit into him. Blushing with shame mixed with sensual remembrance he wrote;

[Anonymous]

“Dear Jake,
Please forgive the informality, be assured I think of you as Sir at all times, but I wanted it to be clear that David  Baxter your former boss is writing to you personally to crave forgiveness for my past appalling  and inadequate behaviour as your supposed superior and seek to thank you for many kindnesses you are currently extending to me.

Firstly thank you for taking my part in Jane’s sex life. I have always been useless as a lover it is not just that my p_nis is really tiny and that I more often than not have a premature ejaculation during foreplay but I am always too quick and insensitive for a wonderful woman like Jane. My mind always fills with submissive thoughts when I am aroused and this makes it impossible to play a manly role at all. I know you are wonderful with her and I hear you night after night having wonderful sex with her in what was our double bed. How I wish, no long passionately, to be able to do that with her; but please understand that although natural envy and frustration rages inside me when you have her time and time again  I know as a true sissy this is what I must endure. To be your cuckold is an honour a just reward. Please believe me when I say I love her and want her, but I know my impotent anger is just a wonderful and proper fuel for her sexual happiness. You must enjoy her even more, secure as you are, that I am denied those pleasures I yearn for.

You know that I have been a secret baby for years but now all that is being exposed to all and sundry, friends, family and the great world outside. My shame is utterly complete. Being forced to dress as a baby is bad enough but I have to behave like one all the time. This reinforces my degradation,  I have to appear willing to wet and mess, to wear such ridiculous baby outfits, to lisp and s_ck a dummy, to be changed several times a day; the whole routine degrades me and takes away my manhood and makes me so dependant on you and Jane. Even knowing that such behaviour is so humiliating, and believe me so hard to do, I still undertake wholeheartedly to try my utmost to play the baby sissy role even better in future so you and Jane can derive even more pleasure from my sissy baby status.

As a sissy one of the greatest pleasure of all was to play with my willie when it was safely encased in a soft warm nappy that was often wet. Babyish shameful thoughts ran through my head in luxurious sexy profusion often for hours on end. It was a secret passion, hugely enjoyed and rarely did I lose control and have a premmie. As you know Jane let me continue to play with myself when I was her baby which made all the shame somewhat worthwhile. You have now so rightly stopped that pleasure of mine absolutely. The chastity is totally effective; I cannot get hard, I dare not think sexy thoughts. Simply put it really hurts if I do. You have taken away my sexuality completely. The key is literally in your hands; I only have frustration. As yet I have to learn to come to terms with this, but please believe me when I thank you for being so strict with me. I now have to be a sissy baby cuckold without any sexual pleasure at all. I consol myself with the thought that I can now concentrate on being a pure baby and completely under your and Jane’s control. I am trying to learn that all my willie can do is provide a flow of wee wee into my nappy. I wanted to be a baby well now I am a step nearer to that reality as true babies do not have sexual feelings.

Thank you so much for the sissy baby bonnets. The make me look so babyish and pathetic. I am really ashamed that I have to wear them but at least I can tell everyone that you, Jane’s lover, gave them to me! Of course the very thought of making such an admission makes me squirm with embarrassment.

Please Sir accept this letter as a humble apology for my hopeless inadequate self and be assured I will do all that I can to humiliate myself in front of you, Jane and anyone else you command me to. I shall try as hard as I can to be the best sissy baby possible. You now know that no sexual pleasure comes to me from this.”


Before signing off he called for Emma and asked for her comments before he finished, hoping against hope it would be found adequate.

As she started to read it he watched her face intently. She smiled slowly as she saw how far he was prepared to go; as ever he had humiliated himself more than she thought possible. She hardened her look as she realised she must always be the Dom, the Cruella, the Bitch to her little baby slave.

“Marilyn what about Marilyn your former secretary? You must beg him to show the letter to Marilyn!”

Emma tossed the letter down.

“Don’t think you can get away with silly mistakes like that; corner time NOW!” She shouted.

Crestfallen he toddled to the corner and pressed his nose right in; standing really still in a shamed acceptance of his punishment. Corner time was infantile, humiliating and boring.

He had really hoped that the grovelling letter would satisfy Emma so that she would not bother to continue with the game but clearly she had other ideas. The very idea of Marilyn knowing he was a baby was awful. He was totally in denial that she might know already but the idea of her seeing this grovelling baby rubbish was just so hard to bear. He had always lusted after her; she was a sexy tease and knew it well. Short skirts, hot pants, black stockings were her stock in trade; she was always beautifully turned out and had from the outset had David round her finger. With all the confidence of a loud Essex girl she was one of the characters in the office and regularly used her simple charm and outrageous dress sense to get David round to her way of thinking. She was always sure to ask him for favours when she had the sexiest outfit on. David’s feebleness with her lowered his standing in the office, a fact he was ineffectually aware of, but seeming incapable of doing anything about it.

David secretly longed for her in a submissive dog panting way, summoning up images of her standing proud in stockings and in scanty briefs as a teasing dominant or a nanny berating him for wetting his nappy when he played with himself secretly. He half thought that she read his submissive thoughts as her behaviour towards him became more lewd and condescending over the months she worked for him. Now though he did not want to think of bringing this fantasy to reality, not least as she was one of those people who knew everyone and more besides, knew all the gossip, and was the centre of the office if not the industry grapevine. His baby secret would be well and truly out if she knew about it. He could not imagine her reading such a letter.

From deep in the corner he started to whine;

"Pleath Nanny not that Pleath pleath nanny I will be a thpethial thpethial baby for you, take me out and change me in public but pleath don make me wite that. Mummy doethnt want her to know."

Emma loved it! A grown man dressed in a sissy baby outfit, standing in the corner, was pleading and begging with her inviting more humiliation to be heaped on him. Suddenly a further inspiration hit her; she knew Jane’s mind in this and a nasty little trick occurred to her.

“So you think Mummy will object and I am wrong do you? Well let’s ask her shall we? Let’s see what she says. If I am wrong Jake will not to show it to Marilyn and you can have ice cream for tea but if you are wrong you have been both naughty and cheeky and will have to be punished severely. So you will have to ask Jake tonight to take down your plastic pants, take off your nappy and put you across his knee and smack your little bare botty till it really hurts’; understand?

Deep in the corner David flushed even redder at the thought of Jake spanking him, the shame of it let alone the pain sent shudders down his spine. But he did not really understand how far Jane was prepared to go, what was to him a seething humiliation involving Marilyn was just a part of the fun for Jane. Especially as she knew that Jake had told her quite a bit anyway.

Emma was already keying in Jane’s number on her mobile.

“Hi Jane, no don’t worry no problems, he is writing that letter to Jake and has a question to ask you, here he is”  punching the loudspeaker key she held the phone close to his face which remained pressed in the corner.

“Helwo Mummy”

Hello sweetie are you OK. Being good?

Jutht in the corner for a lickle while coz I got it wong”

“Dear dear you never Learn do you, what do you want to ask darling?”

“Mummy Mummy Nanny saith that I mutht ask Uncle Jake to thow the letter to Marilyn.pleasth Mummy don’t thay he can pleath Mummy, Marilyn  wiwll  thow it to evferyone and evferyone will know I am a thissy Baba; pleath Mummy pleath thay no.”

There was a pause; Jane felt a surge of lust. She realised how much David would hate Marilyn knowing about him. Frankly she thought Marilyn was just a coc-ky sexy tart, but David had always had this thing about her, now he would feel perhaps even more shame than he had when he met Jake for the first time. Oh what a lovely sexy thought, the greater David’s shame and embarrassment the more she liked it. It would turn Jake on as well; another night of pure sex heaven was in prospect.

“Of course you should have Jake show the letter to her you know how you liked her why don’t you want her to know you are my sissy baby?

Peath mummy I tho athamed!

Jane heard the wail and could not stop herself from pressing her soft, now wet quim harder onto her chair

“Silly baby you know I am not interested in how ashamed you feel. You should have thought of that when you started seeing those nasty tarts in New York; by the way I hope your letter to Jake explains what you used to be up to on your business trips.” Now pass the phone back to Nanny.

“Emma you heard all that?”

“Oh yes Jane I had already said as much but he insisted on talking to you even after I told him it was disobedient to query my judgement, so he will have to punished again so that he learns to do as I say. I thought it might be a good idea to have Jake smack his bare botty tonight?

Jane giggled loudly, “You are such a strict nanny aren’t you?”

“Fine Emma but I have another idea; get David to write and ask for his spanking both for misbehaving whilst he was Jake’s boss and also for today’s indiscretion. You know a real grovelling letter that will amuse Marilyn as well! Get him to apologise for taking all that baby stuff with him on business trips. I assume the loudspeaker is still on and he can hear me?”

Emma looked at the figure tight in the corner, it seemed to shrivel.

“Oh yes he can hear you all right”

“Good I will get Jake to come round early tomorrow so you can watch, He has been itching to redden David’s bum for ages. I expect David has secretly longed for it as well. So that will make him happy, well until the second smack then he will start to regret it for the rest. I think Jake has more stamina than either of us and he is certainly stronger so it should be rather amusing.

Bye Emma I must rush, Bye Sophie sweetie you have something to look forward to now for nearly two whole days! Love you” she cried.


David started to sob; real tears ran down his face. Write all that to Jake, Marylyn was to see the letter and then a hard horrid hurtful spanking from Jake  as well; he knew he would let himself down completely by hollering and shouting, begging for forgiveness. What could be worse? Of course a whole lot of things and deep deep down he knew he would discover them before Jane had finished with him.

Emma prodded him to make changes here and there and add the paragraphs that Jane wanted. Eventually the letter was finished; it was quite a masterpiece in crawling self abasement!



“My Dear Jake,

Please forgive the informality, be assured I think of you most respectfully as Sir at all times, but I wanted it to be clear that David Baxter your former boss is writing to you personally to crave forgiveness for my appalling and inadequate behaviour as your supposed superior at Davenport Systems Ltd and to thank you for many kindnesses you are currently extending to me.

You must have wandered why I appeared so tired on many of our foreign business trips, the reason was that I spent most nights in the hands of some professional nanny being babied, dressed up and beaten or caned. I was always worried that I would smell of urine as I had always wet my nappy the night before. I have sat through many a meeting with a very sore bottom either with nappy rash or from a beating and sometimes both. I also know you were always irritated that I had hold luggage that delayed our way through airports whilst you managed with a small carry on. This was because I carried a full range of nappies, plastic pants, nighties, sweet little dresses and other baby paraphernalia in my bags. My nightmare was that somehow you would become aware of them and my shameful secret exposed; of course you are now to an extent I could never have imagined back then.

I think you will agree that a simple letter of apology is not nearly adequate expression of my remorse. Please be so kind to give me a really hard bare bottom spanking across your knee on Wednesday evening in front of Jane and my Nanny Emma. The thought of your strong masculine hands slapping my lily white baby flesh makes me cringe with shame and humiliation but I know I richly deserve it. Please make it really hurt, ignore my cries; just think to yourself as I shout and holler how much I deserve to be soundly spanked.

I really want to thank you for taking over my role in Jane’s sex life. I have always been useless as a lover; it is not just that my p_nis is really tiny and that I more often than not have a premature ejaculation during foreplay but I was always too c-umbersome, too quick and completely insensitive and unimaginative for a wonderful woman like Jane. My mind always fills with submissive thoughts when I am aroused and this makes it impossible to play a manly role at all. I know you are wonderful with her and night after night you are having wonderful sex with her in what was our double bed. How I wish, no long passionately, to be able to do that with her; but please understand, that although natural envy and frustration rages inside me when you have her time and time again,  I know this is what a true sissy must endure. To be your cuckold is a very great honour. Please believe me when I say I love her and want her, but I know my impotent anger is just a wonderful and proper fuel for her sexual happiness. You must enjoy her even more, secure as you are, that I am denied the marital pleasures I yearn for.

You know that I have been a secret baby for years but now all that is being exposed to all and sundry, friends, family and the great world outside. My shame is utterly complete. Being forced to dress as a baby girl is bad enough but you know I have to behave like one all the time. This reinforces my lowly state. I have to appear completely content to wet and mess myself and suffer the indignity of  being changed several times a day and I know Jane expects me to eventually lose what little control is left. I must enjoy and be proud  to wear cute pretty baby clothes appropriate for a toddler girl that look utterly ridiculous on an adult, to lisp like a baby when I talk and s_ck a dummy; the whole routine degrades me and takes away my manhood and makes me so dependant on you and Jane. Even knowing that such behaviour is so humiliating, and believe me so hard to do, I still undertake wholeheartedly to try my utmost to play the baby sissy role even better in future so you and Jane can derive even more pleasure from my sissy baby status.

As a sissy one of the greatest pleasure of all was to play with my willie when it was safely encased in a soft warm nappy that was often wet. Babyish shameful thoughts ran through my head in luxurious sexy profusion often for hours on end. It was a secret passion, hugely enjoyed and rarely did I lose control and have a premmie. As you know Jane let me continue to play with myself when I was her baby which made all the shame somewhat worthwhile. You have now so rightly stopped that pleasure absolutely. The new chastity is totally effective; I cannot get hard; I dare not think sexy thoughts. Simply put it really hurts if I do. You have taken away my sexuality completely. The key is literally in your hands; I only have frustration. As yet I have to learn to come to terms with this, but please believe me when I thank you for being so strict with me. I now have to be a sissy baby cuckold without any sexual pleasure at all. I consol myself with the thought that I can now concentrate on being a pure baby and completely under your and Jane’s control. I am trying to learn that all my willie can do is provide a flow of wee wee into my nappy. I wanted to be a baby well now I am a step nearer to that reality as true babies do not have sexual feelings.

Thank you so much for the sissy baby bonnets. The make me look so babyish and pathetic. I am really ashamed that I have to wear them but at least I can tell everyone that you, Jane’s lover, gave them to me! Of course, as I write this, the very thought of making such an admission makes me squirm with embarrassment.

Please Sir accept this letter as a humble apology for my hopeless inadequate self and be assured I will do all that I can to humiliate myself in front of you, Jane and anyone else you command me to. I shall try as hard as I can to be the best sissy baby possible. You are assured that no sexual pleasure comes to me from this.

Please also show this letter to Marilyn as I feel that she should know my true nature and what a pathetic sissy baby she worked for. I apologise to her unreservedly for all the lustful glances I gave her, the naughty disgusting thoughts I entertained about her underwear especially her panties and the fact that I used to do pathetic spurties  into a nappy thinking about her. I hope she finds this confession a great laugh. No doubt she will tell all her friends; I cringe at this thought but she has every right to do so.

Please always call me by my baby name of Sophie in future.

Most respectfully yours

David Baxter aka Sophie”

David felt so miserable sitting at the cramped uncomfortable desk but was relieved that at last after several attempts the letter writing ordeal was over. Its contents did not bear thinking about and he kept on shuddering at the thought of Marilyn reading it but at least Emma seemed satisfied with it.

Emma soon had him the high chair and was feeding him mashed vegetables with lots of brown rice; this will keep you good and regular she thought! As she shovelled in the food quickly as they were starting to run late she began the preparation for the visit to Marie’s and the really humiliating session at the hairdressers she had planned.

[Anonymous]

“Now what do we have to talk about to Marie and the girls? They will want to know how the weekend went. You have so much to tell them. I can think of at least five things they will want to know; can you guess what they are?”

David was less than enthusiastic but in the safety of the house went along with the charade; there was no way he was going to tell Marie what had happened at the weekend.

“Erm I met Jake who ith Mummith boyfwend, and he uthed to work for me when I wath a man”

Emma waited for more as the next spoonful went half in and half down the plastic bib in a brown trickling stream of juice and rice.

“I wear a chathtity belt now to thop me playing wive my tinkle.”

“Yes and who bought it for you and who has the key?”

“My grandma bought for me and Mummith boy fwiend hath the key.”

“What else?”

“Jake bought me theth lovely bonneth”

“Who chose your dress for you this morning?

“Jake did”

Yes but you need to say he came in from Mummy’s room to your nursery to chose it for you. Now when you are at the hair dressers I want you to be sure to tell Marie all this and Gail the receptionist and whichever little youngster washes your hair and the lady who will wax your arms; is that clear? There are five little snippets of information and four people. You can earn twenty points towards an unlock by telling them what you told me, but to make you really think about this it is twenty carrots or nothing so you had better makes sure you go through it time and time again as I shall ask them what they heard from you and if they don’t remember it wont count! Just sound really keen and enthusiastic about what you are telling them and then they will remember.

Just think twenty carrots are enough for a quickie come or will you save them for a real treat?

She just laughed at his crestfallen face and hurried him out of the high chair and upstairs to get ready to go out.

Before he could say anything he was on his changing table holding the backs of his knees whilst she wiped and cleaned. One little trick Emma had mastered was to get a suppository into his bottom without him realising it. Whenever he was changed at home she always made a fuss of cleaning his back passage and she made a habit of slipping a well oiled finger or two deep inside “to make sure he was nice and clean” Every now and again she popped in a suppository and he could not tell she had done so. Later when the need to go became quite overwhelming and unstoppable the effect was simply to undermine his natural adult belief in his ability to control himself. Frequently it caused him to dirty himself when he least wanted to, often in public.

The double thickness nappy went on over the disposable followed by a really crackly pair of plastic pants and whilst he sat on the edge of the changing table with his legs pushed wide apart by the heavy nappy she rubbed baby oil on his white hairless arms and legs so they glistened and accentuated the lack of hair.

A pretty bonnet went on next and then she went to the cupboard and pulled out his pink shiny plastic mac which had three big heart shaped buttons down the front and yellow bears holding umbrellas dotted over it. “It looks as though it might rain baby so you had better wear this whilst we are out.” The trouble was, it too was quite short, so as he toddled along his plastic pants and the fringe of his dress and petticoats would flash from time to time in a teasing way.

“Now go and get Emily and her changing bag, you have along session today so I expect your dolly will need a nappy change. She doesn’t get the extra thick ones like you. Oh and take a couple of magazines in case you have to wait.” Emma always thought the sight of a grown man nursing a doll was just so weird. In her mind it completely removed any possibility that this was some game. In any event he was dressed far too well as a baby for it to be mistaken for one of those cheap party shop dresses sometimes used as a boy’s night out prank.


It was the first time he had worn the whole combination and he was going to have to go outside in public dressed like this. Go into that hairdressing salon from the car park at the rear of the shop and be exposed to the customers and other girls in that busy open fronted shop, which like all salons had an abundance of mirrors so it was always possible to see yourself from any angle; and equally impossible to hide away. His heart started to pound with apprehension and he went quiet as he tried to mentally steel himself for the shame to come.

Emma felt quietly satisfied as she drove the short distance to Marie’s place. Sophie was not going to enjoy her afternoon and to make sure she rehearsed him in his “conversations” that he was to have with the girls reminding that twenty points were available if he remembered to tell each one of them his five humiliating tales.

“Don’t forget your curtseys; you were a little forgetful last week, just do nice neat pronounced bobs so that they know you are a properly trained sissy; oh and keep that nice new dummy in, you know how babyish it makes you look. Anyway I bet you can’t really manage without it” David suc-ked his new Avent silicon dummy and conceded mentally that it was much nicer than his old rubber ones and yes he was really dependent on its firm slippery texture in the mouth. He fondled the other bright pink one that hung on a baby clip from the front of his dress in case he misplaced the loose one in his mouth. Once when out shopping he had found a clear plastic one that was a little less obvious in the mouth and Emma had agreed that he could use it when he was out and about. Some concession!

A deep rumble in his lower stomach as the suppository started its infernal work gave him a short moment of concern. Had he dirtied this morning, he couldn’t quite remember? Perhaps not perhaps he might have to go this afternoon. No! that was quite impossible, never at the salon with all those girls there. The moment passed and a shiver went right through him at the thought of the afternoon to come.

[Anonymous]

Emma hoped that she would find a vacant meter outside in the high street. That would be enough to get her “baby” really upset even before he got to the salon. As luck would have it she saw someone starting to pull out so she put on the indicators and waited for the slot to become free.

“Nanny why are we parking here” came the worried voice from the back.

“It’s only a couple of hundred yards from Marie’s” she smilingly replied looking in the mirror at the anxious face in the rear car seat. The space became free and she swung the car onto it.

For David this was a two hundred yard walk through hell. It was a busy high street thronging with people and he just could not do it.

She was now opening the back door. Cold air swirled round his bare legs “No nanny pleath pleath”

“The more you argue the longer it will take and the more attention you will draw to yourself so stop being silly” she leant across him and undid his car seat clips. The nightmare was real; he was going out in public! He was not mentally ready for this; he had been totally surprised by Emily’s change in routine. He found himself as in a dream getting out of the car and standing on the pavement. He noticed that she had his baby reins in her hands. They were made by Wilf in a traditional design with rabbits on the front of the pink leather and a bank of small jingly bells across the front..

“ Arms out “ she said before slipping them up to his chest and he the felt the buckle being pulled at the back and a further sense of lost control passed right through him as the shoulder straps tightened. She put the large changing bag down for a moment and then leaned into the back seat and, scrabbling briefly, produced his little dolly changing bag and handed Emily to him.

“Being forgetful on purpose sweetie, don’t ever forget that nanny knows all your little tricks. Oh dear I must feed the meter. Just hold on a moment, you can’t run away as I have the reins.”

She started to fumble in her purse as he stood there with the cold draft swirling round his bare legs chilling his thighs and bringing goose bumps up to the shiny white plastic pants clearly visible. Raising his head he looked sheepishly around to see what people were doing. His pounding heart was sure that a crowd would gather but people walked past with barely a glance; did they really notice anything at all? An elderly couple stared then averted their eyes in embarrassment for him. One smart middle aged lady genuinely held his uncertain gaze and smiled softly as if she understood. A couple of youths with baggy jeans sauntered past looking really surprised “What the F*** is that all about mate” was offered to the world in general. David looked the other way wishing they would go away. They turned to stare and started laughing loudly but then to David’s utter relief walked on. He had almost subconsciously slipped his dummy into his hand too desperately embarrassed to take refuge in its soothing help.

The meter fed, Jane now tugged him with the reins and he toddled wide legged, pulling slightly ahead of her now anxious to get to the relative safety of the salon as quickly as possible. He couldn’t see her smiling face and confident air that in truth gave the whole game away. Two girls, teenagers, no maybe in their early twenties, saw him, started to giggle, slowed their pace and made no attempt to conceal both surprise and amusement. They were pretty too and smartly dressed if a little provocatively; exactly the sort of young girld that at once fascinated and terrified the David of old. He felt his face flush up and he tried to hurry past but as he did so he felt the reins go tight as Emma held him back. As they came close he saw recognition on their faces. “Hi Emma what on earth are you doing with HIM!”

[Anonymous]

“Oh my God” he thought “More friends of Emma, she seemed to know everyone in the town” Emma pulled the reins and brought him to a toddling standstill so he stood wide legged with the cold air continuing to chill his thighs. Well it’s been ages girls how are you both?” she responded “And yes it is exactly what you see; this young man” she almost sneered “needs me as his Nanny. That’s right isn’t it Sophie?”

He could only nod helplessly doing the tiniest curtsey he could to these two girls. Why couldn’t he be with Mummy, why was he here in the High Street, an object of ridicule. As if to hammer home his baby status his bladder gave up the unequal fight against the cold wind swirling round his legs and a warm flood spread lusciously up and round his caged privates and then slowly down the absorbing Tena in the big gap in the broad gusset of his plastic pants. He bent his knees slightly as he felt the flood pour, without resistance, out of his tinkle.

“Oh no” The involuntary exclamation brought on by the act of wetting so helplessly in public in front of Emma’s young friends immediately gave the game away. He shifted uneasily and wide legged all the while staring down as if expecting to see a stream of wee wee hit the pavement; making it doubly obvious what he had done.

“Had a little accident have we?” She suddenly noticed that he had taken out his dummy and without any hesitation Emma reached inside his Mac and pulled out the pink dummy that was on the dummy clip and thrust it in his mouth. An action so swift and confident that he was suc-king on it through habit before he had realised quite how insane it was for a grown man to suc-k a dummy in public. He hung his head in misery avoiding eye contact.

Emma , who had learned the trick from Jane slowly put her forefinger under his chin and raised his head so he was looking at her and the girls as well. She knew that he could hide his shame by staring at the ground but when she looked into his eyes she could see his weakness and he could feel her power. It was if power surged from one to the other and his eyes darting awkwardly under the pressure showed his surrender.
 
The girls looked even more amazed; “What on earth is all this about Emma? Did he really just wet himself? The nappies, my God, a man in nappies and that pink babies' dummy, I can’t believe it; he is dressed just like a baby, so waaay out!! What on earth are you doing out here in public with him, in the High Street? Doesn’t he mind for Pete’s sake?

“Look girls, I have to get him to the salon he is going for a perm and some waxing; give me a bell” she was clicking her mobile “What’s your number here is mine by text and I will be in touch as soon as I can. You can come round and see him at home that will be a real hoot: Sophie ask my friends Gina and Olga to come and see you soon so they can find out what a real baby you are.”

David, whose face was by now purple with shame and, despite the cold, he felt warm and clammy with apprehension; perspiration was running down his chest, was desperate to go and could only mutter,

“Pleath come an thee me in my nurthery”

This immediately brought forth another hoot from the girls which started his eyes glistening. Ever conscious that he had cried the on the last two visits to the salon he fought back his tears as he really wanted to be brave this week as he felt that crying let him down more than any of the dressing and other humiliations that abounded. He wanted Mummy so badly; whatever happened to him it was never so bad when he was with Mummy. He loved her so dearly and felt comforted and safe when she was with him. Never mind her affair with Jake, Mummy sometimes let him do spurties, Mummy caressed and loved him and even yesterday she had brought him to a spurtie mess in his mucky nappy when she was in her underwear. It was heaven to have such thrills and even though they may now be rare as Jake had the key; they let him forgive her affair with Jake, her constant humiliation of him and the unremitting babying. He even realised that the greater his shame the better her sex was with Jake. He forgave her, more than that; he wanted her to have good sex with Jake if that made her happy.

Nanny was often nice to him but was also very strict and seemed to delight in his embarrassment even more than Jane. “Why was he crying so much these days” he wondered. Hardly a day went by when he did not find himself in floods of tears at some shame or something.

Still pulling against the reins towards the salon, he prayed that Emma would stop chatting to these two girls. “Surely she would not stop here any longer? People were looking more intently at the little charade being acted out in the street.

Thankfully he felt her pull relax and he moved off towards the salon. As he toddled wide legged the last distance to the shop the warmth continued to work its way around his private parts. He could still hear the giggles of the two youngsters as they watched the figure with the flowing petties go down the street.

At last they were going through the door of the salon. Gail the receptionist stood up to greet them.

“Hi Sophie, Hi Emma, you are early to day”

She was a delightful Jamaican girl of nineteen, big in the way of West Indian girls but in no sense overweight, and always bubbly and giggly. She loved to see David in his sissy baby clothes and was  amused at  this weird example of the way some Europeans would behave, such a thing would be inconceivable amongst her contempories and male friends. It brought out a mixture of the tease and her maternal instincts. Today, knowing that he had an appointment, she had dressed more provocatively than usual; leaving her bra at home so she was supported only by the tight white top that all the girls wore. She watched him toddle in and was acutely aware of the way he ogled her well endowed figure.

“Come on lets take off that pretty macintosh.”

Standing close, she fiddled with the pink heart shaped buttons.

“These are so cute, so little girlish”

Her nipples stood proudly through the thin material and they had the usual impact on David who started to suc-k his dummy eagerly. He barely knew he was doing it. But his babying had amplified his breast feeding fantasies and the sight of such proud young nipples just a couple of feet away quite literally caused him to drool over her.

She took his coat over her arm and stood back. “My o my, that is a pretty dress” she said as she looked him up and down. Then she quickly confirmed the appointment, commenting idly that they were quite early. She then turned her attention to back to David who was obviously staring at her breasts.

“Hey little one you are getting excited over Aunty Gail’s titties” she laughed. “Sit down over there and play with your dollies; Emma, you better give me his feeding bottle so I can give him some milk; he looks as though he needs something more substantial than that dummy to suc-k!”

She laughed over her shoulder as she wiggled to the back of the salon with his Avent bottle to fill it with milk.

She came back, walking slowly through that elegant salon, heels clacking, with a full baby bottle in her hand, smiling broadly, acknowledging a client here a colleague there. The baby's feeding bottle white with milk was his, it was destined for the former marketing executive, former golf club member and Porsche owner who was now sitting awkwardly with his legs apart, plastic pants bulging from a wet nappy, dressed as a toddler girl; just waiting for his blonde highlights and a fresh perm. He tried to look interested in the magazine Emma had brought for him but it was a Bunty for six year olds and could not hold his attention. Mesmerised by that bottle of milk in Gail’s hands, headed right for him, right here in this public placehe sniffled unhappily.

Just at that moment his tummy growled and a heavy feeling from deep down brought a bead of perspiration to his lip. “No not that! Not here surely not” he thought.

Emma then dropped her bombshell.

[Anonymous]

“Well Sophie I am going to leave you here, Marie knows what you need and there no need for me to hang around for three hours. Now don’t forget you have a lot to tell Gail and the others” She made sure Gail heard.



He was horrified, dumbstruck. He had never been left alone before; Mummy or Nanny had always been around to look after him. He had no money, no credit cards, no transport and he was in complete sissy baby clothes. This was his worst nightmare; to be left alone without Mummy or Nanny to look after him to provide that essential moral support and to ward off the curious and intrusive people that he sometimes encountered. It was just plain scary!



Tears started to well up and then ran down his cheek.



Gail turned to Emma. “Don’t worry he will be alright I can handle a baby I am always looking after my sister’s. Off you go”



With that Emma was gone and David was alone. He did not see her texting to Jane.



<Have left S at hdresser. Gail in charge but S is crying.>



Gail brought him his bottle and stood opposite him.



“Here you are Sissy Sophie, suc-k this and I will get a baby wipe to sort out those tears little one. You can tell me all your news”



It was getting worse by the second. Why was he crying; he had to stop at try to regain some semblance of normality. He took a deep long breath. At least the bottle was comforting; the silicon teats of the Avent bottles were a real pleasure; he now never wanted a sippy cup but always asked for a bottle as, like the nappies, it gave him security and comfort he craved.



She started to wipe his eyes with the sweet smelling Johnson’s wipe; oh how he loved the smell of wipes especially round his face. She prompted him “now stop these tears; what do you have to tell Aunty Gail? She won’t mind, she understands babies. One day she might persuade your Mummy to let you suc-kle these”



She waggled those gorgeous firm, protruding nipples provocatively.



“What made me say that” she thought.



It all started to pour out. Somehow he needed to tell the motherly Gail about all his little humiliations over the weekend. He looked at her hoping that she wouldn’t tease him, might she understand and offer some sort of sympathy? He was just so uncertain.



“Mummy makth me wear a chathtity belt now to thop me playing wive my tinkle. Ith thery naughty for thissies to play wiff their tinkles”



“My grandma bought  it for me ath a big prethent  but Mummith boy fwiend Uncle Jake  hath the key. He ith a big stwong man as he sleepth wiff Mummy and he makth lovey dovey wiff her coz Sophie can’t”



Gail giggled “Oh my, you sweet little sissy, can’t you play with it anymore? I am sure that must be good for you. Don’t you get all het up though; never mind”



She had never heard of the word cuckold and so went on blithely.



“Don’t you mind having another man screw your wife? Hmm I suppose you don’t. What else must you tell me?”



“Uncle Jake bought me thith lovely bonnet. Ith very pwetty and makth me look like a baby. Thith morning he choth thith dweth for Thophie to wear. Ith very very pwetty and ith hath lovely buttons down the back an…. an I can’t un do them an tho I can’t take off my dweth. Mummy or Nanny hath to do it for me. An an Uncle Jake thpent the night wiff Mummy latht night”



Oh how it hurt to say that. To fantasise about your wife having a lover is one thing to endure it, the humiliating reality, is something else.



Gail laughed at this further confession. She was right no Afro man would go anywhere near such behaviour; indeed they would be seriously revolted by it but she continued to find it cute. She withdrew the bottle so it gurgled loudly; she then put the bottle back in his mouth



“suc-k on this Sophie, when it has all gone you will feel better. By the way you friend PJ Pretty Button was in here this morning so we now have three sissies we do hair for.”



The other was Grayson Perry the sculptor who won the prestigious Turner Prize in London and in the full glare of the TV cameras on peak time news received the award dressed as a little girl. Since then his part lifestyle as Claire his Alta ego in small girl’s clothes has become well known. A TV programme on his lifestyle followed together with the inevitable book.



She went on to say how cute PJ had looked in his pink satin shortalls, white tights, Mary Janes and a little white high collared blouse. Sophie had met him with his Mama for the first time about ten days ago and they had got on famously. Mummy had met Mama, whom Sophie had to call Aunty Pam, via the internet and after much checking and cross checking they had all met up at Sophie’s house.



Soon the bottle was finished and Gail put it down beside Emily his doll who was sitting cutely on the next chair and went back to the reception desk, leaving him to his Bunty magazine and wandering thoughts of his day with PJ.



David’s recollections were interrupted and brought crashing back to the present day in the salon in the most unpleasant way possible. The bottle of warm milk had tipped his digestive system over the top; the pain down there came on again suddenly.



This time the sensation was definitive. The pressure built, the two suppositories inserted earlier were not going to be denied. Without warning, without resistance warm slurry invaded the damp tena maxi. All he could do was rise slightly from the chair to stop the mess going everywhere.



It was so sudden so quick he was almost in shock. If he had any belief in his ability to control himself it ceased from that moment. Completely unaware of Emma’s sleight of hand earlier he just believed that the regular nappying and denial of toilet facilities had brought on his incontinence. Only yesterday he had messed twice in Grandma’s house and now, apparently involuntarily, he had done it again whilst alone here at the salon. Indeed from this moment on he never regained any will to control himself at all. In his mind he needed his Mummy to start potty training him for control to be relearned.



He had hardly recovered some semblance of composure from the shock of this latest disaster when he noticed a movement further down the salon from one of the clients. He had noticed Marie’s customer who had been looking at him from time to time was getting ready to leave.



Darcy Sitwell was married to the amazingly successful hedge fund manager Ewen Sitwell, a former model, very sophisticated and clever; she was the epitome of a trophy wife. Over the recent past she had become completely brassed off with the constant round of charity and business engagements. The big problem was that Ewen could not hack it in the marital bed; and she thought “what is the use of being a multi millionaire with a ten million pound house, private plane and all that comes with money if you were small where it counts and suffered from premature ejaculation?”



She had been aware of his deficiencies from the outset but thought that her love and powerful sex drive could solve the problem but in fact her avaricious appetite only made things worse. Ewen, fully aware that his attractive wife needed better sex than he could ever provide, had made it abundantly clear that any hint of an affair would bring a swift end to their relationship and, coincidentally, the steady flow of cash to fund one of London’s best wardrobes. Nevertheless she was getting very tired of the marriage and could easily have left Ewen had it not been for that wretched prenup. Originally it seemed generous but now she realised it only gave her a few measly millions; she was, as Ewen had planned, somewhat stuck with the relationship.



By chance, the other week, Marie had told her about Jane and her “husband” Sophie. It sparked a real interest, no complete fascination, which she could barely conceal from Marie and so she had deliberately arranged an appointment at the same time as David's regular session so she could see what it was all about. The thought of her small dic-k husband in a baby dress really appealed; sweet revenge she thought. Now she was here, she was consumed by curiosity. She quizzed Marie, “Was he really high up in that software firm? Yssis Software wasn’t it?” Does he really use his nappies all the time? What is his wife like? Does he really know about her lover? Does he really have a Nanny?”



Each answer only confirmed the rather bizarre arrangement that had evolved between David and Jane and when he arrived and was left sitting waiting for his appointment Darcy could hardly keep her eyes off him, sometimes turning to look and sometimes getting a glimpse via a mirror of the bizarre figure in baby girls clothes suc-king a bottle down the end of the salon.



Marie had reminded her that he always had to curtsey when ever spoken to and always talk in a sissy lisping voice; she advised her, if she wanted to talk to him to be firm and show complete control of the situation. Not that Darcy Sitwell would ever have had a doubt about that.



When she did start to walk down the salon she subconsciously used every bit of training she had ever had when a model; the graceful walk with one leg moving in front of the other, catwalk style, the haughty expression and the elegant hand movement. She had carefully dressed today in her Ralph Lauren jeans, calf length boots and a very expensive Dolce and Gabbana blouse cinched in with a rather kinky belt with two padlocks on it. The Bvlgari High Jewellery Watch and the five and half carat, rare white, flawless diamond in the platinum ring that Ewen had used to convince her to say yes, even as she had hesitated, added to her allure.  In short she looked every inch like the women she was, classically beautiful, very rich and with the classic expression that said to any man.



“Don’t try sonny, you are bound not to be good enough for my bed and anyway you can’t afford me!”



Indeed had David met her a social gathering when he was smartly dressed in a suit with his Porsche on a drive outside he would have felt intimidated and uncertain but  to meet such a person whilst wearing a baby dress and a messy nappy; well!!!



As it was he didn’t need Gail’s nod in her direction to be mesmerised by this beauty coming down the salon. Of course he could not stare, not even hold his head up but somehow with furtive glances he could not take his eyes off her. At the same time he prayed she would ignore him, just pay and go away. He knew, deep down, she would not.



She stopped right opposite him turned and looked; looked long and hard, without saying a word. Sometimes when your world is ending it is possible to notice the finest detail; David saw that she was one of these women whose thighs did not touch so there was clear space right up to her pussy. The jeans were tight, so tight that the faintest hint of her bulging lips could be discerned through the fabric.



The silence built. David’s cheeks started to redden, much to her amusement. Further silence just her sardonic look to beliittle him.



Eventually.



“So you want to be a baby girl I hear, well you sure look the part. Just look at those plastic pants and nappies and you use them I understand, well well what a pathetic sight you make in that baby dress. Your wife has a boyfriend, right? You just let him take your place?



David was too shocked by this direct approach to say anything.



“I believe sissy babies are meant to stand when spoken to?”



In a daze he rose and trained reflexes made him do a little dip curtsey.



“Lost your tongue?”



The suppressed frustration and anger of her own marriage started to surface.



“Tell me baby” she drew out the word with soft contemptuous emphasis, “what is it like to be here in this salon with all these pretty girls and every single one of them knows what a sissy baby you are?”



Her voice rose to a haughty sneer as she spat out each phrase.



“Wearing nappies?



That stupid …ridiculous, baby girls dress; those petticoats, that ludicrous bonnet; my God, what are you doing!”



David was silent; miserable. She gestured to include the entire salon as she condemned him further.



“You are cuckolded, you know you are cuckolded …. by a former employee and everyone knows… everyone.”



Now her voice changed to a harsh whisper.



“You are suc-king a dummy, a baby’s dummy in public, here where everyone can see you; why? Tell me why you wimp!

[Anonymous]

David could not speak; he was cowed, shamed, defenceless and above all alone. His Mummy and Nanny had left him here in the salon and now this exquisite but terrifying woman was tormenting him. She was tormenting him so simply by just stating the obvious. He had never been treated like this before and it was made worse because Darcy had absolutely no experience of sissies or adult babies or even of the world of femdom so she behaved as one who was genuinely outraged by the sight of the emasculated David. Her angry incredulity radiated from her like stabbing needles.

A modeling background made her demonstrative and her body moved sensuously, hips and breasts thrusting angrily at him with each phrase as if to flaunt her femininity in stark contrast to the baby man in front of her.

“I said I wanted to know why you are suc-king that dummy?”

David could only hang his head, speechlessly.

Suddenly she stepped forward and smacked him hard on the upper thigh. The sound cracked through the salon. Everybody’s head turned, the general babble died down, two girls turned off their dryers.

Silence, complete silence as everyone turned to look.

“Answer me when I address you; why are you suc-king that dummy?”

“Mummy makth me thuck it coz I am a baby and I like to thuck a dummy.”

It was a soft whisper, barely audible; Darcy did not understand his soft lisping speech and thought he was avoiding her question.

She did not realise it but all the frustration of her marriage and Ewen’s inadequacies were bubbling up inside her and she suddenly saw in David a perfect target for her anger. Indeed she subconsciously saw Ewen there in front of her. She hissed like a sensuous viper.

“Speak to me properly, what did you say you…you?” She groped for words. “You pathetic pansy”

At the same time she leaned forward and snatched the dummy from his mouth and it came away with a spray of dribble and one droplet landed on that finely manicured hand. She flinched.

“God disgusting, how disgusting you are!”

She slowly, deliberately retrieved a tissue from her bag and wiped away the offending substance, looking threatenly at him. There was complete silence in the salon. Gail was behind Darcy at her desk and watched those hips move sensuously; she did not like Darcy at all; she was too stuck up for her own good she always thought, and she felt really sorry for David. But Darcy was by far and away the most important client of the salon so what Darcy wanted Darcy got and all the girls knew that only too well.

“I am waiting”

Smack: smack: smack: three hard blows again to the top of his thighs.

A yelp, a very loud pathetic yelp.

“Pleath Pleath don’t smack me”

David was so confused and upset, if ever he needed his dummy it was now. He could feel the silence in the salon; it was tangible, hanging over him, just terrifying. Everyone was looking.

He was so used to speaking with a baby lisp he had almost forgotten normal speech; anyway he was not really sure what she wanted him to say. He was like an actor who had gone completely dry but more that he faced the awful awful knowledge that down there in his nappy was something he was so desperately deeply ashamed of; right here in front of this woman who was dominating him totally; infinitely better than any leather glad goddess with a whip, it was an unbearable burden.

What was happening to him now was in the real world of real people doing real jobs in a real salon, not the fantasy make believe world of sissy femdom.

He wanted to run but his legs were frozen, he wanted to speak but his tongue was stuck dry to the roof of his mouth.

Just at that moment Darcy caught that first whiff! Instantly she knew. This man, this baby had messed himself. She was stunned that such a thing could happen.

“You have sh** in your pants you are just so  so disgusting!” It was loud; everybody in the salon heard; everybody was looking at this tableau being acted out in front of them. One of the juniors started to giggle.

It was fortunate that little giggle because the atmosphere had been getting electric. Darcy had arrogantly immersed herself in a vendetta against David as a proxy for her failing husband. David had become totally petrified and immobile but as he heard the lightness of the giggle he burst into tears as if at last it was safe to go back to his baby self; as he did so he wailed out loud.

“I can’t help it I am a baby, I am sorry I want my Mummy pleath find my Mummy, I want my Mummy, Mummy needth to chanth my nappyth.”

Gail moved forward to comfort him now the spell was broken but Darcy moved first and thrust his dummy back into his mouth and with total contempt dismissed him. “You are just so disgusting”
 
She turned on her heel, leaving David sobbing helplessly as he wrestled with his terrible position here in the salon totally stripped bare of the last vestiges on esteem. He heard her arrogant voice demand, “I need to pay my bill.”

As she waited for her credit card to be processed she felt an urge that had been long dormant through neglect. A real sexual warmth coursed through her with such suddenness she could feel herself dampen down there.

“I wonder if Ewen is like him.” She murmured to herself.

At that precise moment Jane walked in. It had always been her intention to come and rescue David although originally she had hatched up with Emma the scheme of leaving him there in the salon to see what would happen and to undermine his confidence some more.

She wasn’t particularly surprised to find him crying, she had noticed how much more he cried these days and she found it quite cute and babyish really. She saw Darcy and immediately noticed that she was quite a girl, stylish well dressed, and with an expensive taste in jewellery.

Then there was a mutual, sudden look of recognition. “Jane?”  “Darcy, good God it’s been years, since the first year at Oxford. What on earth have you been doing?”

David moved towards his Mummy and she turned and gave him a little hug and immediately noticed the smell. “Drat” she thought “I really did not expect him to do this here in the salon” she was unaware of Emma’s little trick with the suppository.

But turning to Darcy she noticed her look of complete amazement “You are his… err wife?”

Jane laughed out loud “The certificate says so but Mother would be better”

The two women started to chat earnestly having shared rooms at Oxford some years ago but Darcy had been talent spotted by Models One during her first year and left Uni to make good money modeling and they had drifted apart quite quickly.

Darcy soon started to vent her angst about Ewen wondering aloud if he may have a similar problem to David and Jane explained how to find out .

“Search his PC or laptop it will be there somewhere. They all try to hide the evidence of there sex searches on the net and some are quite good doing so but it will be there, it will be there!

At Yssis we have a software searcher that finds deleted files, search histories, even those that have been deleted with those special programmes and finds anything that is hidden in Windows in seconds flat. You can even tell it what you are looking for so you don’t have to look through pages of junk. We sell it to security services for anti terrorist use but are bringing out a simple version out that looks for sex histories; a big market for parents and for wives we reckon.

We tested it on volunteer at work and although some of them are wiz geeks it found everything. Of course only the blokes who liked big boobs and suchlike or were well known to be gay volunteered!

I will get you a beta version. You will find something about him rest assured. Just key in Sissy, adult baby, femdom, petticoats, male maids and you will find out if he is that way inclined. Of course he might be gay?”