Sissy Room

Paul’s gonna need some railing on his big boy bed. Or a brand new crib maybe in the future 🤭. They handled his stinky diapey so well. Paul didn’t break down. I’m so proud of himm. Onto the finale of the weekend! 

I basically now consider myself a bedwetter, as @WBxx predicted.  I used to say it was conditional, and I still somewhat consider that to be true, but the conditions don't necessarily have to be met in order for me to wake up wet, which I do 6-7 mornings per week.  I do, however, believe that I can stop it if I tried.

Taken by Mr. Sawyer and his government goons, Anna and Ryan are at the mercy of people who don't know the meaning of the word. Where they are and what will happen next remains a terrifying mystery.  ---  I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- Anna spat on the ground at Mr. Sawyer’s feet. With no reason to even feign politeness she let her rage show on her face. The man in the suit simply laughed. “There she is.” Mr. Sawyer looked around as she gestured at Anna, “That little firebrand that causes all the trouble. I was beginning to think we’d stamped that out.” Anna stared back. She was terrified but right then, with Mr. Sawyer smugly looking down at her, it was hard to feel scared. Her body seemed to pulsate with anger, if she hadn’t been restrained, she was sure she would’ve been flinging herself forward and swinging her fists with all her might. “It’s a shame.” Mr. Sawyer walked around behind Anna and crouched between her and Ryan, “I would have enjoyed training you. If only you had found a real man, you could’ve spared yourself all this trouble.” Anna felt a hand slip under the bottom of her dress and press her wet padding up against her. She did her best not to give Mr. Sawyer the pleasure of reacting. She failed. “Ryan is twice the man you are.” Anna hissed. “Oh, I sincerely doubt that.” Mr. Sawyer replied. His hand lingered on the diaper and even slipped forwards over Anna’s crotch, “Maybe one day, when you’re properly housebroken, I’ll take you home and adopt you. Show you how a real man treats their girls.” Anna shivered but this time it was Ryan pulling to try and get at Mr. Sawyer. Mr. Sawyer finally removed his hand and stood back up again. Ana looked towards him with an intensity that could’ve set the man on fire. If he noticed it, he certainly wasn’t unduly concerned. “Right, let’s get these two settled in.” Mr. Sawyer said. He put a hand in the air and waved towards someone behind Anna and Ryan to step forward. Anna felt a shove on her shoulder and stumbled forwards. Her legs felt weak as she followed Ryan forwards, the diaper under her dress crinkled loudly and echoed off the walls. It was eerily silent. “What’s going to happen to Jane?” Anna asked. “Quiet!” One of the guards behind her responded. “I just want to-…” Anna started. Mr. Sawyer stopped and Ryan, directly behind him, followed suit. Anna had been looking angrily over her shoulder at the man who had told her to be silent and ended up walking into the back of her husband. Two guards came up, one either side of her, and took hold of her arms. “Get off me!” Anna tried to shake herself free unsuccessfully. As Anna struggled Mr. Sawyer walked around to her. He shook his head before reaching up and grabbing Anna’s cheeks forcing her mouth open. He nodded to someone behind her and before she could react something was being shoved into her mouth. She had enough experience to recognise that it was a pacifier and a strap that it was attached to was brought around her head and fastened at the back. Anna twisted her head and tried to scream expletives at Mr. Sawyer, but the pacifier prevented all of it. She was furious and Mr. Sawyer’s smug smile wasn’t do anything to calm her down. “Temper, temper…” Mr. Sawyer said, “Don’t you know where you are? You can’t misbehave now. Guards, if she so much as blinks wrong take her for special processing.” Anna swallowed anxiously. Mr. Sawyer returned to the front of their little column and led them across towards a large door. Anna stayed quiet and followed Ryan in silence. The guards stayed right next to her, but she didn’t intend to do anything that would require them. She was scared witless now. At the door Mr. Sawyer typed a code into the keypad and a small buzz let them all know the door was unlocked. Ryan and Anna were led through into a very clinical looking corridor. Every surface was white, and the bright lights made it almost blinding, especially when contrasted from the parking area they had just been in. “Wait there.” Mr. Sawyer said to the others as he strode forwards and through a door a little further down the hall. Anna looked around fearfully. She knew she had always been flirting with danger with the way she lived her life, but she never genuinely believed she would end up in a place such as this. It was hard to comprehend the enormity of the consequences until they happened. She thought about Jane at home, she’d just recovered her faculties in time to, Anna assumed, be dragged back to Finishing School. Mr. Sawyer came back a couple of minutes later and the married couple were manhandled through doors at the end of the hallway. They seemed to get lost I a maze of corridors as they went deeper into the building, each white hallway identical to the last, all the doors indistinguishable from each other. It was eerie how quiet it was when Anna knew there must be hundreds of women being regressed in there. “Take them through here for processing.” Mr. Sawyer instructed, “I think I’ll supervise this one personally.” Through another set of doors, they emerged into a very clinical looking room. There was no warmth in there, no comfort. Everything had sharp edges and seemed to be made of steel. Anna could see diaper changing supplies underneath the scariest looking changing table she had ever seen. They weren’t alone in there either. Along with the guards and Mr. Sawyer, Anna saw a couple of people who looked almost like medical professionals. Dressed in white with disposable gloves and apron. Their stony expressions promised no comfort. “The girl is already prepared.” Mr. Sawyer said. Anna watched with wide eyes as Ryan was dragged forwards. She tried to free herself to help her husband but wasn’t going anywhere. She let out a frustrated exclamation as she saw Ryan being pulled forwards, he looked anxious but wasn’t resisting as much as she was. It seemed like he had already given up. “Stop!” Anna finally shouted, “It’s my fault! I made him do it!” “We always knew Ryan was a pussy, but I doubt even he would do what he did if he didn’t want to.” Mr. Sawyer said, “But we can ease this transition for you both. Tell me who put you up to it.” Anna gritted her teeth. She wasn’t going to do that. Staring right at Mr. Sawyer it must’ve quickly become apparent to him that she was still as stubborn as ever. He sighed and shook his head. “You’ve never been one to make things easy for yourself.” Mr. Sawyer’s voice was coursing with venom. He turned to the guards manhandling Ryan and nodded his head. “Ryan!” Anna cried out. If there was one thing Anna couldn’t stand it was feeling powerless. As she struggled vainly, she could do nothing to help her husband who was looking around fearfully. The guards started undressing him and they were none too gentle about it. Ryan’s shirt was ripped as it came over his head, pieces of clothing were thrown away as they came off until Ryan was soon down to his underwear. Clearly being fully exposed in front of everyone was enough to rouse Ryan out of his stupor and he tried to stop them from continuing, it was a vain effort. “You can stop all this.” Mr. Sawyer muttered next to Anna, “Ryan can never go back to where he was, but you could make this so much easier for everyone.” Anna said nothing. She had allowed herself to be lulled into a false sense of security with the big house she had moved into, she felt stupid for even considering it a life she would’ve been willing to lead. There was no way she was going to give up the freedom fighters in the Rose Resistance. Mr. Sawyer could do his worst. Ryan was winded by a stiff hit to the gut that dropped him to his knees. Anna had tears rolling down her cheeks as a guard took a blade and finally cut off the underwear Ryan had desperately tried to keep on. His face burned with shame as he looked up and locked eyes with Anna. Anna had a strong moral conviction for not giving up Thorn and the others, but it couldn’t be as personal for Ryan. She was worried her husband would lose heart and tell them what they needed to know to save himself some pain. He was a man, after all, he couldn’t possibly understand what it was like to be a woman in Sallas. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Ryan shook his head a little. It was very brief as he was soon hauled back up on to his feet completely naked. Anna could only watch as Ryan was forced on to the table and held down. A diaper was produced and unfolded. This was surely the biggest insult to a man in Sallas. In a society that promoted masculinity like Sallas did, to be treated like a woman was the ultimate punishment. To be emasculated in front of others would break a lot of alpha men and Ryan, who must’ve guessed what was coming, pulled against his captors as the started slipping the diaper underneath him. “You act like a bitch; you’ll get treated like a bitch.” One of the guards said. Anna wished she could do anything to help Ryan. Even to run over and hold him, to tell him he was being brave, and this was all going to be OK would’ve helped. Instead, she was held back and forced to watch as Ryan, for the first time in his life since he was a child, was put in a diaper. The last tape was placed, and Ryan let his head fall back to the table in frustration and humiliation. “Dress them.” Mr. Sawyer ordered. Anna was hauled forwards immediately until she was next to Ryan. The dress she had been wearing was pulled over her head and discarded leaving her standing next to her husband with them both in nothing but diapers. Anna couldn’t help but stare at Ryan, it was so strange to see him like this. It was only when she saw how red his face was that she realised she was making things worse and looked away. “She’s wet.” A guard remarked as his fingers probed Anna’s diaper much to her chagrin, “Should we change her?” “No.” Mr. Sawyer answered, “Let her be uncomfortable. It’s best she gets used to it.” Two onesies were produced. A baby blue one was pulled over Ryan’s head and a pastel pink one for Anna. They were popped shut between the two captives’ legs and the elastic pulled the diapers closer to their bodies. Looking down at herself Anna could see a serial number printed on the chest and the emblem for the Sallas government next to it. She felt her stomach drop; it was sinking in where exactly she was and the danger she was in. This was a Finishing School. This is where people were broken down and made into good puppets for Sallas to use. Jane was sent here and was almost completely broken, the thought that she could end up just like her friend terrified Anna. Having her awareness locked inside of her head unable to control anything that happened to her, a prisoner of her conditioning, made her want to throw up. This was her worst nightmare, but it was somehow more horrible than she’d ever imagined. Even in her darkest thoughts she had never imagined Ryan would be there as well. Now that they were dressed Anna and Ryan were led to a door on the opposite side of the room from the one, they had entered. Anna was behind her husband, and her eyes were drawn to the way his ass swayed side to side as he walked, the sound of crinkles filled the air. It was something she was very used, but she could only imagine how strange it must feel for Ryan. “Take them to the Honeymoon Suite.” Mr. Sawyer barked out with obvious amusement. The building had changed dramatically on this side of the processing room. Now they were in a cavernous room with many floors separated by steel stairs and gangways. There were hundreds of doors lining the walls. It looked like a prison. It was a prison. Anna and Ryan were kept on the bottom level as they were marched through the centre of the hall. It was eerily quiet. In the films Anna had seen they had always made it seem like these places were deafeningly loud or that people would be shouting, maybe it was the heavy doors blocking the noise, but it was strangely quiet. The only sounds heard were the footsteps of the little convoy and the crinkles of the prisoners’ underwear. A door in the back corner was opened with a keypad and Anna and Ryan were forced in. This wasn’t something Anna had expected, she thought they’d be separated but it seems like the plan was to keep them together. It was the first inkling she had that something was different about this place, that it might not be the Finishing School she expected. “Get in.” A guard grunted. Ryan was the first to go and Anna followed anxiously. She wasn’t sure what she should expect but, in hindsight, it was obvious. The room was like a nursery, if a little austere. It had all the usual accoutrements of a regular nursery whilst also looking distinctly cell-like. Anna didn’t think it looked too different to what she was used to at home. There were few toys or activities though. “Into the crib.” The guard said. Anna climbed in first and then helped Ryan. No sooner were they both on the thin mattress than the bars were rattling up. Unlike a regular crib these bars went up to the ceiling and presented no opportunity for getting out. “I do hope you enjoy your stay.” Mr. Sawyer said as he walked back towards the entrance of the cell, “I always knew that you’d end up here sooner or later.” Anna glared at the man as he left the room and the large metal door closed behind him with a loud thump. What sounded like a very large lock was turned sealing them in. Anna took a couple of heavy breaths as she clutched the bars eventually turning around to see Ryan sitting in the opposite corner with his knees pulled up to his chest. “Ryan…” Anna said softly. “I’m OK… I think.” Ryan said quietly. Anna’s bottom lip trembled, and she could no longer hold up the stoic façade that she had forced into place. Alone with Ryan, locked in a crib deep inside a Finishing School with no hope for escape, she cracked. She started to sob as she hid her face in her hands. Every effort she had made had been for nought. She was in hell. The sobs became crying which quickly became uncontrolled wailing. She beat her hands against the mattress in frustration. She had lost. Sallas had defeated her. “Please don’t cry.” Ryan scooted over and hugged Anna. Leaning forwards Anna uncovered her eyes just enough that looking between her fingers she could see Ryan’s onesie-clad crotch. The papery leg bands of a thick diaper appeared from the holes; the crotch bulged from the thick baby pants underneath it. It looked so strange on Ryan. She was used to seeing women dressed in such a way, hell, she was intimately familiar with it herself. To see her husband, a man, dressed like this was very strange. “I… I should have listened to you!” Anna cried, “You were right! I was so stupid!” “No, no, hey, come on…” Ryan said softly, “It… It was the right thing to do.” Anna couldn’t tell if Ryan was saying that because he truly believed or if he was just trying to make her feel better. She wasn’t entirely sure how he wasn’t losing his mind with grief over the future he had lost like she was. It was impossible to say how long they were in that crib. There was no clock, no window to the outside world, just the inexorable and hidden passage of time. Anna did eventually stop crying leaving both her and Ryan sitting in the crib staring despondently at the space in front of them. ---  If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mf967rdsf7db10/chapter/mldoc13t848eba20 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2330324

Abena medium pull up, which is too small.  I love 50 pounds, so thought I could go down in size.  Not.

It’s so good to acknowledge what we are