Bigbabybrad

Well, that is my final chapter. I know that it ends rather abruptly, but I felt as though I said everything that I wanted to say. So, what do you all think of it?

Judy was the first to awaken. She rested her head between Jane’s breasts and waited silently for her lover to wake up. Jane woke up an hour later and gently kissed Judy’s lips. The two women continued in their embrace, arm in arm, lip to lip, breasts to breasts, for another half an hour until they were interrupted by Jim. “It looks like the two of you have reconciled” he said, standing in the door. Jane stood up and walked over to him. “I’d like to talk to you, parent to parent” she said. The couple left the room, closing the door behind them, and Jane made her case. “Judy and I had a real breakthrough last night. She’s finally talking to me about her dreams. I don’t think that she will have another relapse, so there is no sense in continuing to punish her.” “Judy is being punished for past transgressions, not future ones. She needs to be punished until I am satisfied that she is repentant” Jim replied in a stern tone of voice. “This is our chance to really make a difference in her life. If we keep punishing her needlessly, she may simply regress back into herself and not talk to us at all” was Jane’s retort. “I’m not convinced. She ran right back to heroin the very first time that she was confronted with it.” “She ran back because she had nowhere else to run. If we let her open up to us, next time, she will run to us instead” Jane argued. “I’m still not convinced, but I’ll admit that you make a good argument” Jim said. “Maybe I can throw in a tie-breaker” Jane added, falling to her knees. Jim frequently had morning wood, and today was no exception. She removed his fully erect dick from his boxers and placed it lovingly in her mouth. Working her tongue up and down his shaft, Jane stopped occasionally to nip at his balls with her teeth. Jim was not prepared for such a sudden sensation this early in the morning, and it was less than five minutes before he spilled his seed in his wife’s mouth. Jane lapped it up hungrily. Standing back up, Jane asserted “So, we are in agreement, Judy’s punishment ends today.” It was an assertion, not a question. Jim sighed. “You always knew how to win an argument with me.” “I want you to call the boys over and remove the cage and the cross” Jane commanded. “Shouldn’t we leave them in case she has another relapse?” Jim asked. “If she has another relapse, then she is no longer welcome in this home. I have faith in her. She and I are going to talk things through while you restore her room.” Jane kissed her husband on the mouth before retrieving Judy and leading her upstairs to make breakfast. Jim joined them after calling his bandmates to help remove the equipment. After breakfast, Jane led Judy to the upstairs bedroom, where the two women laid in each other’s arms and bore their souls. Judy told Jane of the desperation and loneliness that she felt after her father’s death. She set out the details of her fight against heroin addiction and how it ultimately cost her what little she had left, including her dream job. Finally, she told her adopted Mommy about Big Bertha, and the cruel act that she perpetrated in the name of being left alone. Jane, in turn, told Judy about how she had dropped out of college to go on tour with her boyfriend’s band. She disclosed the fact that she had started out as his girlfriend, but ended up more like a groupie. Jane also divulged the way in which Jim interceded when the relationship turned physically abusive and became her knight in shining armor. The conversation lasted for hours, and there was more than one interruption as both women cried in each other’s arms. Despite occasionally hearing Jim curse from downstairs as he attempted to remove the cage and cross, the two women developed a deep and lasting bond. Judy promised to come to Jane the second that she felt the need to use heroin. Jane agreed not to confuse her feelings for Judy with her animosity towards Brandon. In the end, Judy had one final question. “Do you think that I will ever be able to open up like this with Jim? He seems so stern and disciplined. I doubt that he will ever be able to understand the pain and weakness that I feel when I think back upon my past.” Jane lay in silence for a few minutes. “There is something about Jim that you should know, but I think that you need to talk to him about it directly. If you go downstairs in the living room and look through our vinyl records, you will find an old album of his. They are alphabetized, and it is under the ‘j’ section. There is a letter inside that album. Read the letter, and I will have Jim talk to you about it.” Judy did as she was told. Flipping through the records, she almost dropped Jim’s first album when she came across it. “I can’t believe it” she said aloud. “He was Jumbo Jim.” When Judy was in high school, she had gone to see a local punk show. The opening act was a man named Jumbo Jim who was equally known for his rabid political rants and his penchant for self-destruction. He had been a member of several different bands, but his alcoholism had always driven his bandmates away. Ultimately, he ended up as a spoken word artist. Many people in the punk community thought he could have been the next Greg Graffin because of the intellectual quality of his work. Jumbo Jim had a hard time walking onto the stage that night. He was a 450 pound man, and he frequently was out of breath when he performed. Still, Judy had thought, he seemed particularly troubled that day. A quarter of the way through his set, Jim chugged a liter of vodka. Halfway through his set, Jim began to foam at the mouth. When he collapsed on stage, an ambulance was called. He had emptied an entire bottle of sleeping pills into his stomach that night. Judy later heard that Jumbo Jim had been institutionalized after they found a suicide note backstage. Judy opened the album and found the suicide note tucked away inside. “To Whom It May Concern: This is the last piece of writing that I will ever produce, and I would like it to chronicle the long struggle that has been my life. At the age of 16, I was kicked out of my father’s home. His fundamentalist Mormon values disagreed with my choice of sexual activities. I lived in shelters and on park benches for the next two years, but I completed my high school education and was accepted into UCLA. Over the past four years, I have struggled to create a name for myself. I have managed to maintain my grades and even received an excellent score on my LSATs, all while juggling a nascent career as a punk singer and social activist. It has not been easy, and I have had to sacrifice my personal health and sanity on more than one occasion. Today I received a letter from the law school admissions council. They did not receive my transcript from UCLA, and because of the demands of my academic career, I did not find out about the problem until it was too late. Instead of sending me a notice, they simply did not submit my law school applications to the respective schools. After six years of struggling, I have now been denied access to law school because of a clerical error. While this might seem like a small setback to most, it is typical of the long, dark joke that has been my existence. I refuse to live in this arbitrary and selfish world. I refuse to keep on fighting. I leave this shithole to you, dear reader, and I hope that it doesn’t consume you as it has consumed me. Sincerely, Jumbo Jim Just as Judy finished reading the letter, she heard a crash behind her. Jim had dropped one of the bars of the wooden cross, which he was carrying from downstairs. It startled Judy, who turned around quickly. Jim rushed toward her, grabbing the album and the letter from her hands. “Who told you that you could read this?” Jim demanded. “I’m sorry, Daddy” Judy replied. “I asked you a question. Answer me young lady!” Jim exclaimed. Tears were running down his cheeks. “Mommy said that I should read it. She said that we should talk about it.” Jim turned his back on Judy after setting the album and the letter down on the couch. His hands were balled into fists. “There is nothing about which we need to talk. That was a long time ago.” Judy didn’t say a word. Instead, she walked up behind Jim and put her arms around his chest from behind. She, too, was beginning to cry. After several awkward minutes, Jim turned around and wiped away her tears. He still had a stern look on his face. “Do you see why you need to be disciplined? Do you see why you can’t allow yourself even one moment of weakness?” he barked. “I understand, Daddy. You made a mistake, just like I did. But sometimes it’s okay to be weak. Sometimes it’s okay to rely on other people.” “I’ve never had anyone on whom I could rely” Jim said. “You have me, and you have Jane. You have your family” Judy responded. Jim began to cry harder. “Jane has helped me make a lot of progress, but family only betrays you in the end.” This time, it was Judy that shushed Jim. “That’s not true, and you know it. We will always be here for you.” Judy brought her hand to Jim’s face and gently wiped away his tears. Jim buried his face in her shoulder and cried hard for 10 minutes. Jane, who had been watching from the stairs, came over and hugged him from behind. The three adults stayed in that position for over a half an hour. When Jim finally got a hold of himself, they all sat down on the couch and talked about their respective emotional problems for the remaining of the evening. Later, as Jim and Jane tucked Judy into her crib, Jane couldn’t help but feel as though they had finally become a true family. Over the course of the next year, Judy got the job as an editor for the record label. She also met a young man, a passionate and intelligent lyricist. Jim and Jane gave him permission to date her after he “proved” to them that he would be able to meet her sexual needs. At the end of the year, she moved into a small, one-bedroom apartment with him. Jim and Jane left her room untouched so that she could visit anytime. After proving her skills as a writer and the strength of her business acumen, Judy was able to convince the owner of the record label and Jim to put up the money for her to start her own music magazine. It was an instant success. Her first issue featured a long article about how Jim and Jane’s unique style of rehabilitation had saved her life. It sent sales of his albums through the roof, and soon letters to the editor came pouring in asking how one might apply to be rehabilitated by Jim and Jane. It was because of that article that Judy found herself sitting in the Johanson’s car, talking to a scared young man, who was freaking out about the sacrifices that Jim and Jane were asking him to make. John was a short and skinny kid, only 5’3” tall. He was an amazing artist, but he had been living on the street for the past year before Jim and Jane picked him out from a list of 500 applicants. “I can’t do it” he kept repeating. “Believe me, I said the same thing when I was in your position” Judy responded. “Just try to remember, Jim and Jane have taken you into their home. They have shown you nothing but love and respect. The least that you can do is to give them the benefit of the doubt.” “Yeah, but it’s too weird” John replied. “Sometimes it takes an unusually approach to help someone realize their full potential” Judy asserted. John remembered the way in which they had taken up for him in the grocery store the previous day and how they had given him a night of incredible passion afterward. He also thought about how they had taken him in from off of the street and had shown unconditional faith in his artistic abilities. “I guess your right” John relented. “I’m ready to go.” Judy smiled as she placed the collar back around his neck. “Now, let’s go pick out your new home.” The two of them left the car and entered the store. They met up with Jim and Jane, who were already looking at the dog cages.

Judy awoke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She had been standing by her father’s side as he lay dying in the hospital. He could no longer speak, but he smiled up at her as the life went out of his eyes. As his light faded, she couldn’t help but reflect on the bravery that he was showing in his last minutes. She knew that she would never be able to be that brave. Jim heard Judy crying through the baby monitor and came downstairs to soothe her. He gently rocked her in his arms until she stopped crying, but promptly placed her back in the cage for the rest of the night once she began to fall asleep. It was 9 a.m. before he came back to let her out. After being permitted to use the rest room, Judy was led upstairs where a lukewarm bowl of oatmeal awaited her for breakfast. It contained no sugar, butter or milk. Judy knew better than to ask for it. This was all part of her punishment. “Where is Mommy?” Judy inquired. “Jane has school today” Jim replied. “She’s arranged for all of her classes to be on Tuesdays and Thursdays, that way we have less time that we need to pay for a babysitter for Jack and Jill. You’ll have to get used to us not being around as much. I go back to work next week.” Judy just nodded her head. Once she was done eating, Jim placed her in the living room. He told her that she could play with toys or watch cartoons, but those were her only options. Judy spent half the day doing each, with only a lunch break and more oatmeal to break the monotony. Jim spent most of the day writing new lyrics at the kitchen table. In the evening, Jane returned. Judy ran up to greet her, but was given the cold shoulder. Over dinner, which for her consisted of more oatmeal, she was forbidden to speak as Jane told Jim about her day. Afterward, the three adults snuggled up on the coach and watched a movie. Judy placed her head on Jane’s lap, but Jane did not put her arms around Judy. In fact, she seemed to avoid touching Judy at all cost. Before Judy was placed back in the cage, Jim engaged in another round of anal sex with her. This time, he used more lube, and Judy actually pushed back against his invading cock. She could see why some people found anal sex pleasurable, though she wasn’t sure that she would want it regularly. The next day was almost identical. The only significant difference was that Jane left to study in the library and was gone for the entire day. Jim spent the day in the garage with his bandmates working on a couple of new songs. Judy wanted to cry out in boredom; she wanted to scream that she was an adult and needed adult entertainment, but she knew that this situation was only temporary. As long as she could endure it, their affections would return to her. Judy also thought briefly about opening up to them concerning her dreams. She quickly shut this idea out, however. In her mind, Jane was the more likely of the two to understand her emotional problems, but Jane was also being openly hostile to her. Jim, on the other hand, was hard and disciplined. He seemed like the type of person that would never give in to a moment of weakness. Judy was convinced that opening up to the Johanson’s would only alienate her further. “No,” she thought. “My best course of action is simply to wait this out.” Jane arrived on campus two hours early on Thursday. She had deliberately left before Jim released Judy from her cage. Though she had given it her best shot, it was not in Jane’s nature of forgive, especially such a major slight. Besides, Judy had opened up an old wound that Jane was not yet ready to face. After grabbing a bagel from the cafeteria and finding a seat in the commons, Jane opened up her backpack to retrieve her homework. Inside, she found a note from Jim. “I know that she reminds you of him, but you need to let it go. Judy is a good girl with a real shot at rehabilitation. We owe it to her to give her the benefit of the doubt.” As Jim often did, he had included a piece of literature to emphasize his point. It was a story by Zora Neale Hurston entitled The Gilded Six-Bits. Jane read it silently to herself. It was a story of infidelity and forgiveness, and it emphasized the heart-wrenching pain that is caused when a partner goes astray. To an outside observer, this might have all seemed obtuse. Judy had not cheated on them, at least not in a sexual way, but Jane understood exactly what Jim was trying to convey. It was time that she dealt with her feelings about Brandon. Eight years earlier, Jane Juwalski was sitting in her boyfriend’s dressing room reading about the line-up for that night’s performance. Brandon Barkley, her boyfriend and the lead singer of Putrid, was a tall, handsome man in his late 20s with whom she had fallen madly in love from the moment that she first met him. Brandon had the good looks of Joey Ramone and the intensity of Ice-T. He had convinced her to drop out of college and to go on tour with him and his band. Like many lovelorn souls before her, Jane had not anticipated every aspect of their relationship. Brandon was a junkie, a womanizer and an emotionally abusive drunk. She frequently found him high as a kite, in the arms of another woman. Jane was open-minded sexually and might not have objected if he had included her in his sexual dalliances. Still, most of the women that she found him with seemed nasty, and she wondered, even with their use of protection, how long it would be until she ended up with a disease. Jane tried to put this out of her mind as she read through the biography of the local band that would be opening for Putrid that night. They called themselves the Kinkmeisters, and they were a minimalist group similar to the White Stripes. There were only two members, a drummer named Jacob Jacobson, who was so inspired by Iggy Pop’s I Wanna Be Your Dog that he dressed in cat ears and wore a collar on stage. The lead singer and bassist was a man named Jim Johanson, a first year law student with an afro who dressed like Dr. Frank-N-Furter from the Rocky Horror Picture Show. The reviews of the band had been absolutely wretched. One critic had said that, for the first time in the history of punk, Sid Vicious was looking down from above and smiling on the fact that he was no longer the worst bassist in the genre. Still, she had heard that they brought a strong energy and meaningful lyrics to the stage. She was looking forward to seeing them perform, despite the poor reviews. As Jane continued to read about the line-up, the door to the dressing room swung open and Brandon entered with a woman on each arm. “Get out of my seat, woman” he cried out to her. Jane got up, but her blood began to boil. “Get me a beer out of the fridge.” Jane walked over to the mini-fridge and returned with a beer in hand. Brandon was sitting on the chair with the women in his lap. They were engaged in an obscene orgy of thrusting and grinding. Jane could actually see the cold sores on one woman’s face. She set the beer down and turned her back to him, crying. “Don’t you turn your back to me, bitch” Brandon said. It was mid-afternoon, and he was already intoxicated. Brandon grabbed Jane by her shoulder and spun her towards him. “What’s your fucking problem?” “What’s my fucking problem?” Jane screamed. “What’s your fucking problem? You don’t respect me enough to keep your whores out of the dressing room!” “Don’t you call them whores. These are my groupies. You knew what you were signing up for when you decided to go on tour with me.” “No, I didn’t. You told me that you loved me” Jane cried. “I do love you, baby” Brandon said as he beckoned the groupies to leave. “What makes you say that I don’t love you?” “You don’t treat me with respect. If you’re not strung out, then you’re in the arms of another woman” Jane said, falling to her knees. “None of that matters, baby. All that matters is the way that we make each other feel. Doesn’t it feel good when I’m singing to you on stage” Brandon said, taking Jane’s chin in his hands. “I guess so…” Jane trailed off, “but I wish that you would treat me better.” “Shh… I’ve got something for you” Brandon said. “Close your eyes.” Jane did as she was told. When she opened her eyes, Brandon had removed his cock from his pants and was waiving it in her face. It had lipstick on the tip. “I’m not going to give you a blowjob, you selfish bastard.” This prompted Brandon to slap Judy hard across the face. Brandon had never struck her before, and Jane ran out of the room crying. “I don’t need you, you stupid bitch. You mean nothing to me, anyway” Brandon yelled. He tried to chase after her, but tripped over his own pants and fell to the ground. Judy ran out the stage door into the daylight. She brushed past a man who was entering the building, nearly knocking him over. “Are you okay?” he said. “I’m fine” Jane replied, burying her hands in her face. She didn’t want anyone to see her cry. “Please, just leave me alone.” The door flew open again, and this time it was Brandon who came storming out. “Hey, you daffy cunt, I wasn’t done talking to you. You mean nothing to me” Brandon screamed, grabbing Jane by her hair and pushing her to the ground. “Now, get the fuck out of my sight.” “You keep your hands off of her” the man said, pushing Brandon, who turned and punched the man in the face. Before Jane could intercede, the two men were at each other’s throats. Jane ran inside to get a bouncer, but none had arrived yet. A couple of stage hands came out, but they only cheered on the fight. The two men continued to fight for five minutes. Finally, the man who stood up for Jane knocked Brandon to the ground. After a couple of well placed kicks to the gut, Brandon limped off to the tour van yelling “Fuck all of you. I don’t need this gig.” He sped out of the parking lot, leaving his bands equipment behind. “Are you alright?” Jane asked. “I’ve never seen anything that brave.” “I’m fine” said the man, but he doubled over and spit up blood on the pavement. “Someone call an ambulance!” Jane cried. “I don’t need an ambulance,” replied the man, “but I could use a shower.” “My hotel room is next to the club.” Jane took the man by the shoulder and led him to her room. In the process of helping him undress, she noticed for the first time that he had a healthy afro. “Are you Jim Johanson?” she asked. “Yes. Have you heard of the Kinkmeisters?” “I was just reading a review of your work when my boyfriend…” Jane stopped herself, “when my ex-boyfriend and I got in that fight.” “Why are you with a jerk like him?” Jim asked. Jane blushed. She didn’t have an answer. “It’s alright. I haven’t always made the best choices in my life, either.” Jane helped Jim into the tub and adjusted the water temperature before turning on the shower. Jim did his best to lather himself up, but he was still in a lot of pain. Seeing the man who had come to her aid in such distress, Jane undressed and entered the shower. She took the soap from Jim’s hand and kissed him hard. She could taste the blood on his lips, which immediately got her wet. “You don’t have to do this” Jim said. “I know, but I want to reward my new hero.” Jane fell to her knees in the shower and took Jim’s manhood into her mouth. She worked it in and out while caressing his balls with her left hand and lathering his chest with her right. After a few minutes, Jim was rock hard and Jane stood up. She reached for a condom that she had placed on the side of the tub. There would be time for STD testing later. Jane slipped the condom on Jim’s member, and Jim picked her up, cupping her ass with his hands. She wrapped her legs around his back and her arms around his neck as he thrust her against the wall, invading her with both his cock and his tongue. Jane could still taste his blood. It mixed with the water and soap to form crimson droplets that ran down both of their bodies. Jane pushed against Jim with her hips, forcing his cock deep inside of her. The rhythmic pounding of their love-making against the wall must have disturbed a neighbor, because they began to hearing a loud knocking and cursing from the other side. They ignored it and continued to give in to their passion. Jane had cum three times by the time Jim released his seed. Collapsing on the bed, the couple didn’t bother to dry off or turn off the shower. Jim was no longer bleeding, but he was still badly cut up and bruised. They rested on the bed naked in each other’s arms for a half an hour before making love a second time. The couple had barely finished when there was a knock on the door. Jim and Jane got dressed and opened the door to find Jennifer Jolie and Jerry Jordan, Brandon’s bandmates, waiting for them. “We heard what happened with Brandon” Jennifer said. “Are you okay?” Jennifer had adopted a female name to go with his glam rock persona, but Jane had always suspected that he really wanted to be a woman. When he was in his full make-up, you would think that he was a member of the New York Dolls. “I’m fine” replied Jane. “This gentleman came to my rescue. He’s the lead singer of the Kinkmeisters.” “I’m glad that someone finally stood up to Brandon. We’re kicking that asshole out of the band” Jerry replied. “Can you believe that he stole the van again? We don’t even have a way home, and we can’t earn any money without a lead singer.” “I know your songs” Jim replied. “I could fill in for him.” “That would be great” Jennifer said. “Do you guys need a drummer?” asked Jim. “Actually, yes. Brandon has chased every one of our drummers away” said Jerry. As Jane, the bandmates and Jim walked toward the club, Jim asked “Would you ever consider moving to Baltimore?” “We’ll consider it on one condition” Jennifer replied. “What condition?” “You leave the bass playing to me.” Jane snapped out of her daydream with 15 minutes left before class. Jim was right. She had been too hard on Judy. Judy asked permission to go to bed early, which was granted. As a result, she did not see Jane before she was put back in her cage. When she awoke in the middle of the night, however, it was Jane that came down to comfort her. Jane let Judy cry on her shoulder for a half an hour, and, to Jane’s surprise, Judy decided to talk about her dream. “Mommy, I’m sorry that I made you so mad. There was a woman in prison that hurt me. She touched me without permission, and I keep having nightmares about it. That’s why I used again. I didn’t want you to think that I was weak.” “Sometimes it’s okay to be weak” Jane cried, kissing Judy on the forehead. “I’m sorry that I was so angry at you. I was also hurt once, and your relapse reminded me of that time. Why don’t we get a good night’s sleep, then we can talk about it in the morning.” “Okay, Mommy, but do I have to go back in the cage.” “No, dear. Let’s sleep in the crib together.” After Jane pulled the covers over them, she felt Judy reach under her shirt. Jane wasn’t wearing a bra, and it didn’t take long for Judy to start nursing on Jane’s breast. They fell asleep in that position, wrapped tightly in each other’s arms.

I can't believe that I'm adding two updates in one day. I actually have the end of the story mapped out in my head, so I am eager to get it down on paper. For those of you who may be wondering about the Dom/Sub aspect of this story, I am actually writing it for two different sites. As a result, it is kind of a ABDL/BDSM hybrid.

When Judy awoke, she was paralyzed. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they wouldn’t budge. She could see that she was in her room back at the Johanson’s, but somehow she seemed to be floating above it all. She wasn’t in her crib or on the changing table. She could see both of them clearly. Was she going mad? Judy’s heart began to pound. She couldn’t be dead, could she? No, that didn’t make any sense. If she were dead and having an out of body experience, she would be able to see her own body. Clearly, her sight was betraying her. Maybe if she closed her eyes, she could use her other senses to figure out what was happening. Her senses of smell and taste did her little good in her paralyzed state, and it was too quiet to rely on her hearing. The only option left for Judy was to rely on her sense of touch. Judy could feel the bulky diaper between her legs, but she felt no other clothing. She remembered losing her diaper at the club, so Jim and Jane must have brought her back home, removed her clothes and placed her in a new diaper. Judy could also feel objects wrapped around her wrists, ankles, knees, elbows and waist. These items were slender and rough, almost leathery. They were wrapped tightly, as though they were meant to strap her in place, and she could tell that they were holding her legs securely beneath her and her arms straight out to either side. “That’s it!” Judy thought, opening her eyes. “They must be leather straps.” That explained why she couldn’t move her arms and legs, but what about her head. Closing her eyes again, Judy focused on her head and neck. She could feel something hard going from her shoulders to her chin, holding her neck in place. “It must be a neck-brace” Judy determined. “So, I’m not paralyzed after all. But why am I here, and why don’t I remember being put in this contraption.” Judy thought back upon her night. She remembered meeting the old man and being offered the job. After that, things got a little fuzzy. “Wait, did I go out for some fresh air?” Judy remembered now. Not wanting to face the crowd that had just mocked her for losing her diaper, she had stepped outside to catch some fresh air. It was then that she walked around the corner and saw… she walked around the corner and saw… she saw… Why was her mind going blank? Wait, she saw her father on a hospital bed! No, that couldn’t be right. Her father was dead. But she did see something that reminded her of her father. What was it? It was those two boys shooting up! Judy gasped. What had she done? She stole from Jim and Jane to feed her addiction, to partake in something that she had not been faced with in two years. They had taken her into their home, and she repaid them by stealing from them to feed her habit. Tears began to stream from Judy’s eyes. No wonder they placed her in this contraption. Why should they ever trust her again? Judy cried violently for over an hour. When she finally calmed down, she noticed an alarm clock on the dresser, which had been moved next to the toy chest. It was 10 a.m. At least she would have a chance to talk to Jim and Jane soon and apologize for her behavior. An hour went by, every minute of which seemed like an eternity. Why weren’t they coming for her? Judy was beginning to realize the severity of her mistake. How long had she been hanging like this? How long did they intend to keep her up here? Three more hours went by, and Judy’s bladder was beginning to burn. At first she resisted the urge, but then she remembered the diaper and let it go. She could feel the urine overflow and drip down the side of her leg. She was beginning to feel desperate. Were Jim and Jane even home? Upstairs, Judy heard some music playing. It was Jim’s band. So, they were home, they were just ignoring her. Judy knew that she should be angry about this, but she also knew that she had brought this punishment upon herself. She began to sob violently again. Four more hours went by before the band stopped playing. Judy had wet herself a second time and was actively resisting the need to defecate when Jim walked into the room. Her arms and legs were numb, and she had cried herself horse. She had spent the last 10 hours trying to decide how to explain her actions from the previous night, only to have her mind go blank at the sight of Jim’s stern face. Jim stood at Judy’s feet looking up at her with his hands on his hips. “I see that Ms. Persecution Complex is awake. Explain to me why Jane and I shouldn’t put you on a bus home right this second.” “I’m sorry” Judy wept. Her mouth was dry and she had a difficult time talking. “I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” “Sorry isn’t going to cut it. Why didn’t you come to us when you felt the urge to use again?” Jim yelled. “I didn’t think that you would understand. I didn’t think…” Jim interrupted her. “That’s right, you didn’t think. You entered our car without permission, you stole from Jane’s purse and you ran right back to the habit that sent you to prison for two years.” “I was feeling so lonely, so desperate…” Judy tried to explain. “Then why didn’t you come to us? We have spent our time and money over the last week trying to get you to trust us, but you still won’t open up.” “I’m sorry, Daddy. It won’t happen again” Judy cried. “Please don’t send me back. I’ll just end up in prison again.” Jim sighed. “Jane wants to send you back to San Francisco. She doesn’t believe that you can be trusted once our children come back, and frankly, I’m inclined to agree.” Judy gasped aloud. “Please don’t. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. I’ll do anything to earn your trust again.” “I’d like to believe you, but you are going to have to prove it. I’ll let you down, and then we will talk it over some more.” Jim unstrapped Judy’s legs and waist, then used a step ladder to reach her arms. He gently helped her down. Judy was weak on her feet, and she had a hard time standing. Her stomach was growling, and she desperately needed to use the bathroom. Jim seemed to sense her need. As he removed the neck-brace, he gave her instructions. “I’m going to talk to Jane. There is a bathroom two doors down, on the opposite side of the laundry room. A towel is waiting for you. Clean yourself up and throw away that used diaper. I want you sitting on the bed waiting for me when I get back.” Judy nodded, and on her way out the door, she got a glimpse of what she had been suspended on. It was a large, wooden cross with leather straps in opportune places. It was secured to the wall by two metal braces. She couldn’t help but wonder how Jane and Jim had managed to get her up there. They would have needed help, which made her wonder how many other people had seen her naked. Judy used the bathroom, then took a long, hot shower. She could hear Jim and Jane arguing upstairs, though she couldn’t make out their words. They had stopped by the time that Judy turned off the water. After drying off, Judy returned to her bedroom. She sat naked on the edge of the crib waiting for Jim to return, all the while suppressing the urge to cry. After another half an hour, Jim entered the bedroom. “It was a hard sell, but Jane and I have worked out an agreement.” Judy was silent, with her head turned toward the ground. “We have tried to get you to open up using trust, now we are going to try using discipline and submission. These terms are non-negotiable. You can either agree to them, or we can drive you to the bus station now. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy” Judy replied. “First, until you decide to open up to us, you are no longer allowed to talk like an adult. If you are going to act like a child, then we are going to treat you like one.” Judy nodded, though a tear ran down her cheek. “Second, for the next week, you are not allowed to walk like a normal person. You are to crawl like a baby. If, after a week, we feel as though you have shown us enough deference and desire for forgiveness, then we will allow you to walk again.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Third, neither Judy nor I will engage in intimate relations with you until we feel as though we can trust you again.” Judy nodded, but that rule stung her a little. She had a strong libido, and the sex had been amazing ever since she arrived. “Finally, we are going to do something about your sleeping arrangements. Jane doesn’t trust you not to steal from us again, so you will need to be under constant supervision.” The final order caused a river of tears to form in Judy’s eyes. Before last night’s incident, she had never stolen from anyone before. She had no intention of ever doing it again, but she didn’t know how to convince Jane of this. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Daddy. Is that all?” “No, those are Jane’s demands. You still have to deal with mine” Jim replied. “Jane thinks that you can be rehabilitated through psychological methods. I prefer discipline, humility and a healthy dose of corporal punishment. I want you to lie on the center of the crib with your stomach facing the mattress.” Judy did as she was told. Jim took two pieces of silk rope and bound Judy’s hands, one to each side of the crib. He then placed a diaper beneath her, tucking it under her abdomen and leaving it hanging from the edge of the bed. Jim produced a leather crop from the top drawer of the dresser, along with two leather cuffs and a metallic bar. He placed the cuffs around Judy’s ankle before attaching them to the metal bar. With the spreader bar in place, Jim struck Judy’s ass with the crop 15 times, each one harder than the last. The crop hurt far worse than the leather paddle that Jim and Jane had previously used to discipline her. It left her with a stinging sensation all along her backside that would last for hours, and Jim had been far more brutal than he had been before. Judy tried to hold back her tears, but the effort was useless. Jim walked over to the dresser and put away the crop. He then produced a bottle of baby oil. Judy was relieved to see that he was going to use the oil to sooth some of her pain. She was taken aback, however, when Jim dropped his pants and boxers, then dripped a very small amount of the oil on his manhood. “I thought that you were not going to be intimate with me” Judy said. “You are not allowed to talk as an adult, young lady. Do you want another spanking?” Judy shook her head. “This is not going to be intimate, but rather punishment.” Jim walked behind Judy and positioned himself. She could feel the tip of his erect cock brush up against the starburst of her anus. Judy took a deep breath as Jim’s rock hard member entered her rectum. In all of Judy’s years of sexual exploration, she had never experienced anal sex. It hurt, but it also sent shivers down Judy’s body. She couldn’t help but feel naughty, and she was beginning to enjoy the punishment. It seemed to fill her in a way that vaginal intercourse didn’t, though she would have preferred the latter. Jim had deliberately used only a small amount of lube. He wanted Judy to feel every inch of him inside her. Experience had taught him that anal sex could be quite pleasurable, but it could also be painful. Judy needed to learn that there would be consequences to her actions, and this was her first big lesson. When Jim’s groin pushed against Judy’s swollen ass, it amplified the pain of his invasion of her rectal cavity. Judy couldn’t help but wince and bite her bottom lip. This continued for 20 minutes, with Jim thrusting continuously harder. Finally, he released his seed inside of her and pulled out slowly. Judy was relieved that the pain was over, but secretly wished that it had continued a little longer. Jim did not immediately fasten the diaper around her, but instead put his boxers and pants back on. Judy could feel his semen dripping out of her anus and running down her outer labia. It seemed to coat her vagina, and she could tell that it was dripping down onto the diaper. She was reflecting on that sensation when there was a knock at the door. “Come in” Jim said. Judy turned around as best she could and saw two of Jim’s bandmates entering the room with a large, metal cage. She immediately felt both mortified and embarrassed, as she realized that her diaper was still down. “Daddy,” she cried out, hoping to bring Jim’s attention to the situation. “Not now, dear. Daddy has to install your new bed” Jim replied. “So, this is what Jim meant by humility” Judy thought before burying her face in the crib. She could feel the blood rushing to her face, and she knew that she must be bright red. “Where would you like this?” Jacob said. He was the drummer, and Judy had noticed before burying her face that he was still wearing his cat ears and collar. “There’s not a lot of room left, but I guess we can put it at the base of the cross. Thanks for loaning this to us” Jim replied. “No problem. I’ve got several” replied Jacob, sticking out his tongue to tease Jim. “You need to angle it more” said Jennifer, the transvestite bassist. With a slight tilt in angle, the cage slid right into the room. “Good job guys” came a voice from the hall. It was Jerry, the lead guitarist/sadist, who was obviously happy with his supervising of the project. With the doorway clear, the band all entered the room. “This must be Judy” said Jerry before smacking her on the butt. “It’s too bad that you didn’t stay until the end of the set. We might have met under better circumstances.” “Careful,” Jim admonished. “She’s still a little sore from her first round of punishment.” “I can see that she is” said Jennifer. “Is that your jizz dripping from the poor girl?” “You tell me” Jim replied. Jennifer ran her finger along Judy’s outer labia, scooping up a teaspoon’s worth of seed. She then slowly licked it from her well manicured finger. “Oh, that’s yours, alright. So, you’re still eating pineapple, I see.” The band got a good laugh from this, but Judy just buried her head deeper in the crib. She was sure that the redness had spread to her entire body. “Alright, guys. Thanks for bringing this over, but you all should probably get going. Jane goes back to school tomorrow, so we need to get a good night’s sleep.” “Spoilsport” said Jennifer, sticking out her tongue. “Did you just call us ‘guys?’” “Sorry” Jim said. “I meant guys and gal.” As the bandmates left the room, Jennifer whispered in Judy’s ears. “I hope that they are treating you well, honey. Sometimes Jim’s libido gets the best of him. I also hope that we can meet again under better circumstances.” Once they left, Judy lifted up her head. “Was there no other way for me to meet your bandmates?” “That doesn’t sound like a question that a little girl would ask, but to answer, no. You had an opportunity to meet them at my show. You decided that your heroin binge was more important.” Judy blushed again. She knew that anything that she said would only dig herself in deeper. “Now, because of your actions, we missed your weekly shaving this morning. We will have to make up for it now.” Jim left the room and returned with the basin and shaving cream that he had used before. He did not untie Judy, which meant that he was forced to shave her from behind. Once he was finished, he wiped the shaving cream and semen from her vaginal area before refastening the diaper around her. Removing the cuffs around Judy’s ankles, Jim also untied the ropes around her wrists and instructed her to sit on the bed. He left the room for a minute and returned with a power drill and a small metallic hook, which he installed on the wall two feet from the cage. Jim then took a two foot long wooden rod with a small hook and set it on top of the cage, taping it to the cage at both the top and the bottom. Finally, he produced a set of keys and placed them on the metallic hook on the wall. “Get in the cage” Jim commanded. “This is your new bed.” Tears began to form in Judy’s eyes. “Do I have to, Daddy? I’ll be good. I promise.” “I’ve heard that before, and you’ve broken our trust. You need to be punished. Now, get in the cage.” Jim opened the cage door to encourage Judy. Judy stepped down off of the bed and crawled toward the cage. It was designed for a large dog, so it was a little cramped for a human. There was nothing in the cage, just a cold metal floor. Judy crawled in through the door and did her best to sit up, though the cage was too small for her to do so properly. “Daddy, it’s cold in here” Judy remarked, hoping that Jim would give her the blankets off of the crib. Jim left the room and returned with two burlap sacks. “You can use these to cover up.” Judy began to weep softly. “I don’t want to hear any of your crying. You got yourself into this. If you want to earn our trust back, then you need to deal with the consequences of your action.” After shutting the door, Jim placed a heavy lock on it. “The keys on the wall go to the lock. If you need to get out for some emergency, you can use the rod to get the keys. If I come down here, however, and the tape around the rod is broken and no emergency has occurred, you will be on the next bus home. Do you understand?” “Yes, Daddy” Judy sobbed. Jim picked up the drill and the tape and started to leave the room. He stopped at the door and paused there for a moment with his back toward Judy. After a moment of quite reflection, he turned and said “Judy, I know in my heart that you are a good person. I know that you have a lot of potential and that you can do great things in this world. But I also know that you are not going to find happiness until you get that monkey off your back.” “I wish that we could be more patient with you, but Jane and I need to know right now whether you pose a danger to our family. We can’t afford to wait until Jack and Jill return from their grandparents this weekend. I know that it doesn’t make the punishment any easier, but I hope that you understand why we are doing this.” “I understand, Daddy” Judy replied, holding back another tear. Her stomach rumbled. “May I please have something to eat?” “Not tonight. That’s part of your punishment. Goodnight, baby” Jim replied. On the way out, he turned out the light and shut the door, leaving Judy completely in the dark.

Judy had cried herself to sleep. When she was awakened by the guards, she could feel the dried tears on her cheeks. “Get up.” The person barking the command had made her voice raspy in order to disguise it. She looked up, but could only see the brightness of a flashlight that was shinning in her face. “Stand up and keep your eyes toward the ground.” Judy did as she was told. Two guards, one at each arm, led her to a well lit room with a wooden bench on one side and a panel of one-way glass on the opposite wall. They shoved her in the room and slammed the door behind her. She immediately recognized it as the room in which strip searches were conducted. In the center of the room, on the floor, were a sock with a bulbous item in it and a black ski-mask with no eye holes. “Do you want to remain a victim?” a voice inquired over the loud speaker. Judy hesitated for a moment, so the voice repeated itself. “Do you want to remain a victim?” “No” Judy cried out. “Then you will do as we say. Place the mask over your head and take the sock in your hand. You have been tasked with putting Big Bertha in her place.” Judy did as she was told. She could hear the door open up and felt herself being led away again. After a 15 minute walk, she heard a cell door gently slide open and one of the guards whispered in her ear “We will be back in half an hour. Don’t take your mask off until we are gone, and make sure you are wearing it when we return.” Judy heard the cell door gently close behind her, and she waited for the footsteps to dissipate before she took off the mask. Lying on a cot in front of Judy, with the moonlight shining on her face, was Big Bertha. Judy was not naturally violent, and she couldn’t imagine hurting another person, especially if the individual was asleep. She closed her eyes for a second and felt the tears begin to flow again. If she hurt Big Bertha, then she would be free. If not, she would continue to be victimized. Judy thought about the incident in the shower, and her right fist balled up around the end of the sock. For five minutes, Judy tightly squinted her eyes. When she opened them, she had made up her mind. She approached Big Bertha with the sock swinging. When the first blow struck, Judy cried out. She cried out for her dead father, she cried out for her sickness and she cried out for her victimization. Her cries were loud and filled with all of the sorrow and anger of her present situation. They were a summons to battle, a declaration of her war on what her life had become. Big Bertha awoke with a start. She tried to shield her head, but the blows kept coming. After the sixth blow, she blacked out. Judy continued to strike her another four times before collapsing in a corner. She could hear the other inmates stirring and whispering, but she didn’t care. She sat in a corner of her cell, put her mask back on and wept profusely as she waited for the guards to bring her back. It was at that moment that Judy woke up. She realized where she was when she felt the diaper beneath her bottom. It was 3 a.m., and Jim and Jane were still asleep. She decided not to wake them. Instead, she gently sobbed and sucked her thumb until she fell back to sleep in her crib. No one had messed with her after that incident and Big Bertha never quite recovered. Jim was relieved when he woke up and discovered that Judy had slept through the night. When he went to check on her, however, he could tell that she had been crying. This upset Jim deeply, since he was unsure of how to get through to her. He stroked her back and hair gently before kissing her forehead and getting back to work on her room. She didn’t wake up, but somehow felt his gentle touch in her dream. The next two days went by uneventfully. Jim continued to work on Judy’s room, and Jane and Judy continued to get the house organized. Judy woke them up both nights with nightmares, and they took turns rocking her back to sleep. Sometimes Judy’s dreams were about her experience in prison; sometimes they were about her father’s death. She wouldn’t tell them the substance of the dreams, but she would let them comfort her in the dead of the night. On the third day, Jim was ready to show Judy her new room. It was located in a side room in the basement, next to the laundry room. Eventually, Jim planned to turn the main area of the basement into a game room, but it still needed a lot of work. For now, he had settled for setting up an old pin-ball machine. After Jim announced the room’s completion, Jane blindfolded Judy and led her down the basement stairs. When they reached the room, Jane took off Judy’s blindfold. Judy was astonished by what she saw. There was a wooden crib against the far wall of the room, large enough for an adult to sleep comfortably in it. It contained a thick, fluffy mattress and was filled with baby blankets and pillows. The wallpaper of the room featured a muppet baby design, with characters from the series in a pattern throughout. The background color was pink. The room was carpeted with a pastel green that reminded Judy of the color of Easter eggs. It would not have been her first choice of colors, but she wasn’t complaining. Built into the wall was a changing station large enough for an adult. It was the type of changing station that folds out, similar to those found in public rest rooms, only bigger. Jim had modified it so that two metal support beams could be attached to the bottom. They would provide enough strength to hold a normal sized adult. The height of the changing station could also be adjusted by sliding it closer or farther away from the floor. On the right wall was a large toy chest. It was filled with stuffed animals that Jane had won playing crane games over the years. Against the left wall was a dresser. Jim had neatly folded all of Judy’s new clothing and placed them in the bottom drawers. The top drawer was reserved for diapers, baby supplies and sex toys. There was also a baby monitor on the dresser, so that they could hear when Judy was having a nightmare and come to her aid. Judy ran around the room excitedly. She explored the toy chest and the dresser drawers before opening up the front of the crib and flopping down on the mattress. It was so much more comfortable than the crib upstairs that she almost started to cry. Jane sat down beside her and put her hand on Judy’s thigh. “Is our little girl happy with her room?” she asked. Judy nodded in delight. The three adults spent a couple of hours playing with stuffed animals on the floor before Jim said that he needed to get ready for that evening. When Judy asked what was happening that evening, she was told that it was a surprise. Jane then requested that he make time to try out the changing table before he left. Jim reluctantly agreed, but reminded her that he was on a time table. Jim unfolded the changing table and placed the metal support beams beneath it. He then placed Judy on it and strapped her down around the waist. Judy was too tall for the table, and her head and the tops of her shoulders were completely off the side. As she wondered if she would have to use her neck muscles to hold her head up, Jim produced a pillow resting on a metal plate with a couple of rods curving out beneath it. He slid the rods into their designated place on the side of the changing table, thus providing Judy with a head rest. As Jane began caressing Judy’s breasts, Jim dropped his pants and boxers. He adjusted the height of the table so that Judy’s head was just below his groin level. Jim then placed his legs on either side of the head rest. Judy didn’t need to be told what to do. She took his balls into her mouth and began to gently suck them as she stroked his shaft with her left hand. Jane began sucking on Judy’s breasts and teasing Judy’s nipples with her teeth. She also let her left hand wander beneath Judy’s diaper. She used her index and middle fingers to make circles around Judy’s clit. This caused Judy to gasp in pleasure, and she began to suck on Jim’s testicles with even greater force, nipping at them with her teeth. Encouraged by her exploration, Jane released Judy’s left breast from her mouth and unfastened Judy’s diaper. She instructed Judy to lift her legs and buried her face in Judy’s mound. Judy responded by wrapping her legs across Jane’s back in an X shape and playing with Jane’s hair with her right hand. Jane inserted the same two fingers into Judy’s vaginal canal and created a rhythm, stroking Judy’s clit with her tongue at the same time that she invaded Judy’s pussy with her fingers. This continued for 10 minutes until Jane declared that Judy was ready for her husband’s cock. Jim and Jane switched places. This meant that the table had to be adjusted downwards again. This gave Jane enough time to remove her jeans and panties before straddling Judy’s face. Judy went to work, vigorously exploring the base of Jane’s pussy with her tongue while massaging Jane’s clit with the thumb of her right hand. Reaching beneath the changing table, Jim removed a metal bar that connected the bottom one third of the table to the top two thirds. This caused the bottom piece to fall off. Judy’s legs were now dangling over the edge of the changing table, and Jim now had perfect access to her cunny. He placed her legs on his shoulders and slid his dick along her clit before inserting it into her vaginal canal. Judy’s moans of pleasure were muffled by Jane’s muff. Jim continued to thrust in and out of her as he felt her reach her first orgasm after 15 minutes. From his vantage point, he had a perfect view of Jane’s ass bouncing up and down off of their lover’s chin. Jim wished that he had brought his paddle so that he could smack Jane’s ass while he penetrated Judy. This thought sent him over the edge, and he filled Judy with his seed. Judy’s pussy was dripping with his semen when he noticed that the diaper was still beneath her. Jim refastened it before reaching for his pants. “Where do you think you’re going?” Jane admonished. “You’ve still got work to do.” “I wish I could, beautiful, but I’ve got to run. You know what’s going on tonight.” Jane frowned at her husband, but kissed him as he grabbed his clothes and left the room. He ran upstairs to grab a quick shower before his friend arrived to drive them to their destination. Jane moved off of Judy’s face, and Judy inhaled deeply. “That was amazing” she managed to say between gasps. “There is a lot more of that to come” Jane said, unstrapping Judy from the changing table. “You need to make up for my husband’s neglect.” The two women spent the remainder of the afternoon exploring each other’s bodies on the wooden crib before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Judy was awakened at 8 p.m. by Jane, who was shaking her violently. Both women were still nude. “We overslept” Jane said. “Quickly, throw this on then we need to leave.” Jane tossed a skirt and t-shirt at Judy before running out of the room. Judy put her diaper back on before putting on the skirt. The diaper was frayed, but she didn’t feel comfortable getting a new one without permission. She noticed that the t-shirt had the symbol for the Misfits on it. She threw on the shirt and headed upstairs. As Judy reached the top of the stairs from the basement, Jane reached the bottom of the stairs from her bedroom. Jane was wearing tattered jeans, a t-shirt advertising the Germs and an old pair of sneakers. She grabbed Judy by the hand and rushed her to the car. Before Judy could figure out what was going on, they were on the Baltimore-Washington Parkway, headed toward D.C. Backstage, Jim was looking out at the crowd. He couldn’t see Jane or Judy, and he was starting to get nervous. A friend told him to relax, but Jim couldn’t get the butterflies out of his stomach. As a stage hand announced that he had an hour left, Jim decided to get into costume. Jane was rushing down the parkway at the fastest speed that she could go without getting a ticket. Judy pointed out that they had left the house so quickly that she had neglected to grab shoes. Jane indicated that there were some dance shoes in the trunk which they could grab once they stopped. She then stepped on the accelerator. Jim and his friends were in costume. He looked back out at the crowd but didn’t see Jane or Judy. The stage hand told him that he had 15 minutes to go. He began to fidget nervously. Jane pulled into the parking lot of the Black Cat with five minutes until Jim was set to hit the stage. She quickly fished a pair of pink sequined slippers out of the trunk. Judy threw the shoes on, and the women rushed for the door where they were greeted by a bouncer. “Sorry, ladies. We’re sold out.” “It’s okay” Jane said. “We’re with the band.” The stage hand gave them the go ahead, and Jim and his bandmates hit the stage. The bright lights of the stage made it much more difficult for him to see the crowd, but he could hear their cat calls and jeers. “We’re Fro Man and the Kink Meisters,” he announced, “and if you don’t like it, you can fuck off.” Jerry, their guitarist, began with a fast riff. James and John, their bassist and drummer respectively, joined the song. Jim, the lead singer, froze up and couldn’t remember the words. He had five seconds left to remember them when he saw Jane and Judy pushing their way through the crowd. This brought a smile to his face and the lyrics back to his mind. He launched into his song, an angry diatribe against the abuses of the Bush administration. The crowd went wild. When they reached the front of the stage, Judy couldn’t believe her eyes. There was Jim, center stage, dressed in nothing but a bib and a diaper. The lead guitarist was wearing a leather speedo, chaps and clamps on his nipples. He had a whip attached to his back by leather straps that crossed his chest. The drummer had a dog collar around his neck and was wearing fake cat ears. He was using two dildos as drum sticks. The bass guitarist was a beautiful woman in a shiny silver dress and gold lip stick. It was halfway through the second song that Judy noticed that the bassist wasn’t really a woman. Jane and Judy cheered the band on. This was Jim’s first time as a headliner, and he was eating up the reaction of the crowd, who had begun to thrash the second that they started playing. Judy asked permission to enter the pit, which was granted. Jane glanced back at her for a second before returning her focus to the stage. She gave Judy credit. They would literally have to drag her kicking and screaming to get her into the pit. Judy moshed for the next three songs. “So, this is the famous D.C. punk scene” she thought. “I wonder if any of these people realize that it was the Bad Brains that came up with the concept of moshing right here in D.C.” As she slammed into a fellow mosher, she felt her diaper come loose and hit the floor. She grabbed it and pulled it back on quickly, but made a line straight for the ladies bathroom. As she left the pit, she could hear the laughs of people behind her, and she turned bright red. When she reached the bathroom, Judy did her best to reattach the diaper. Unfortunately, the straps were too worn to hold it together. She was forced to throw it away and left the bathroom with nothing underneath her skirt. Jim and Jane would be angry, she knew, but she didn’t feel as though she had a choice. Outside of the bathroom, a man in his mid 50s approached her. “I saw what happened back there, and I wanted to tell you that it was disgraceful how those people laughed at you” he said. “Thanks” Judy replied, a little uneasy. “I think that it is amazing that you have such passion for the band that you would dress up for their concert. That is the type of energy that I need at my record label. Have you ever considered a career in editing. I could use someone to help write liner notes and do graphic design.” “Actually, I have a degree in journalism, and my father owned a graphic design studio” Judy replied. “Well, it sounds like I’ve found the perfect person for the job. Put together a portfolio and give me a call sometime late next week. I’ve got to fly out to Chicago to meet a new band tomorrow, but I should be back by Thursday.” The man handed Judy a card. She thanked him before heading outside to catch her breath. Outside, she could still hear Jim’s band. He did not have the best voice, but his lyrics were strong and he sang with a conviction that reminded her of Jello Biafra or Henry Rollins. Judy’s head was beginning to swim, so she walked to the back of the club to get her bearings. It was there that she found a couple of teenage boys melting smack into a metal spoon. At first, she turned her back and began to walk away, but then the picture of her father, emaciated and dying returned to her head. Judy began to shake and tears rolled down her eyes. She remembered how the drug killed her pain, but she also remembered those two years in prison. The track marks on her arms seemed more like battle scars, and it became apparent that she was still waging the war. “Do you have a clean needle?” she asked. At least, she thought that she asked it. Somehow, it didn’t seem like her but rather like a ghost that had inhabited her body. “Yeah, but it will cost you.” From up above, Judy saw her body walk toward the Johanson’s car. In her haste to get into the club, Jane had left her purse on the floorboard of the passenger seat. She had also neglected to lock the door. Judy rummaged through Jane’s purse and found a fifty dollar bill. Returning to the dealer, she paid for her junk and injected it into her left arm. Her tolerance for the drug was down, and she couldn’t believe the amazing rush of euphoria that swept over her body. She leaned against the back wall of the club and slid to the ground. Her bare ass was touching the gravel on the ground, but she didn’t care. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip into an opiate induced coma. Inside the club, Jim had finished his set and met Jane back stage. She kissed him passionately before congratulating him on a stellar performance. After agreeing to spend a few days practicing over the next week, Jim said goodbye to his bandmates and left through the back door of the club. What he found took him aback. Judy was passed out against a wall, a needle at her feet, with two teen boys lifting up her skirt. Jim pushed the first boy to the ground and was turning to punch the second boy when Jane ran inside to get a bouncer. When she returned, Jim had the second boy in a head lock, and the first boy was getting to his feet. When the bouncer emerged, the two boys ran. Jane helped lift Judy to her feet. With Jim’s help, they got her into the car. Jane noticed her purse on the front seat, its contents scattered about, and her heart sank. Jim didn’t say a word. He simply helped her get her purse back together and then drove the rest of the way home in silence.

When Judy woke up, Jim and Jane were nowhere to be found. The bed was completely empty and the shower wasn’t running, but she thought that she could hear someone walking around downstairs in the kitchen. Judy stood up and stretched her legs. She had slept better than she had in years, so much so that she wasn’t even sure what time it was. After clearing her eyes, Judy looked around the room for a clock, which she found on the nightstand next to the bed. It was 1:30 p.m. For a moment, Judy was astounded. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had slept that well. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time that she awoke feeling completely rested. Jim and Jane’s treatment of her was already beginning to change her life. She felt loved and accepted for the first time in years and that made all of the difference in the world. Judy was so caught up in these emotions that she didn’t notice her own biological imperative. While she had been sleeping, Jane’s breast milk had made its way through her system. Having slept for nearly nine and a half hours, Judy desperately needed to pee. Not thinking, Judy tried to climb over the edge of the crib. Her leg was less than halfway over, however, when Jane’s words from the previous night came back to her. “Judy, when you are placed in the crib you are not allowed to get out on your own. If you need to get out, then you need to wait for Jim or I to get you out. If we are not available, then you need to wait. “ Surely they weren’t thinking about this type of situation, Jane thought to herself. She started to get out again, but stopped midway, remembering the spanking from her first night. Judy was truly stuck in a dilemma. If she got out of the crib without permission, she might get a spanking. On the other hand, if she didn’t, she would probably wet herself, and she was unsure of the consequences of such an act. Judy placed her leg back in the crib to be safe. Twenty minutes went by, but neither Jim nor Jane returned. By this time, Judy’s situation was getting desperate. Her bladder hurt, and she couldn’t help but start to dance around. She found a pacifier in the crib, which she sucked on to keep her mind off of her predicament. It didn’t help. She closed her eyes and tried to picture a warm, safe place, away from her problem. She pictured herself on a tropical island, running along the beaches, the wind blowing through her hair as she discovered a majestic waterfall. Unfortunately, Judy’s imagery had gotten ahead of her, and with the sight of the waterfall, she felt a warm sensation begin to run down her leg. This snapped Judy back to reality, as she could feel her diaper filling up with warm pee and overflowing down her inner thighs. Judy began to cry. Once she was done urinating, she sat down in her wet diaper in the corner of the crib, sucking on her pacifier, unsure what would happen next. Judy tried to be upset about her predicament, but the warmth between her legs was actually soothing. She soon realized that she was more upset about the potential disciplinary consequences from Jim and Jane than about the actual wetting itself. Another 20 minutes went by before Jane came upstairs and announced that lunch was ready. She noticed immediately that Judy was distressed, but couldn’t tell what the problem was until she had Judy stand up. “Oh dear,” Jane said. “Do you have a wet diaper? We’ll just have to get you changed before lunch.” Jane called downstairs for her husband before helping Judy out of the crib. She placed a plastic sheet across the bed and commanded Judy to lay on it. When Jim arrived upstairs, Jane scolded him. “You remember our deal, right?” “Yes dear. Diaper changes are my duty.” “Well, get to it” Jane said, tapping her husband on the rear before heading back downstairs. Judy was shocked. She had been told that she wouldn’t have to use the diapers, and now she was finding out that they had a contingency plan for this. Jim unfastened the sides of Judy’s diaper and opened it up. “You had quite an accident, young lady. It was a good thing that you had this on. It looks like you will have to start wearing a doubler to bed.” Judy wasn’t sure what a doubler was, but she took her pacifier out of her mouth and requested to speak as an adult. “You can speak as an adult once you have been changed” Jim said, placing the pacifier back in her mouth. Jim instructed Judy to lift up her bottom as he pulled the wet diaper out from under her. He placed it in a strange, white canister next to the bed. He then took a diaper bag from the nightstand and removed baby wipes and baby powder. Jim started by wiping away the urine that had dripped down her leg. When he reached her inner thigh, he set the wipe aside and got a new one. Commanding her to spread her legs, Jim cleaned Judy’s cunny and inner thighs in a slow and methodical manner. After the first round, he replaced the wipe and began to pay closer attention to her vaginal area. “I don’t know how long you were sitting there, and I’d hate for you to get an infection” Jim said as he slowly ran the wipe along Judy’s outer labia. Judy’s flower began to part for Jim as she began to get wet. This allowed Jim to better access her inner labia and her clit. The feel of the baby wipe against Judy’s clit sent shivers down her spine. Seeing that Judy was getting excited, Jim replaced the wipe again, only this time he used two fingers to insert it into her vaginal canal. “Let me see if baby is all clean” Jim said, placing his tongue on Judy’s vaginal hood. He flicked his tongue up and down her pussy as his fingers worked his way in and out of her. Jim loved to give oral pleasure, and after years of practice with Jane, he was quite adept at it. As he flicked his tongue against Judy’s clit, he curved his fingers and put pressure on Judy’s g-spot. This sent Judy over the edge, and she began to writhe on the plastic sheet as she went into orgasm. Jim waited until he could no longer feel her vaginal canal tighten around his fingers before he stopped. He then placed a clean diaper under Judy’s bottom and dusted her with the baby powder before strapping it around her. “Do you feel better now?” Jim asked. Judy nodded, but took the pacifier out of her mouth as she stood up. “I thought that I wasn’t going to have to use the diapers” she said, blushing. “You don’t,” Jim replied with a sly smile, “but you can’t get out of the crib without permission. You can either learn to hold it, or you can submit to being changed.” He kissed Judy on the forehead before the two of them departed downstairs for lunch. Lunch consisted of grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. Jane made Judy wear a bib to make sure that she didn’t get any of the soup on her. After lunch, Judy asked what the plans for the day were and was told that she and Jane would be cleaning the house while Jim worked on her room. She was a little upset about the fact that nothing exciting was going on, but she realized that they couldn’t go to the zoo every day. The rest of the day went by in an uneventful manner. The house was relatively clean, so her chores mostly consisted of dusting and picking up the toys that she had played with the day before. Jane did the laundry, but Judy was forbidden to help because the washer and dryer were in the basement, and the couple didn’t want Judy to see her new room until it was ready. As afternoon became evening, Jane grilled some chicken and made them all a salad for dinner. After eating, the three of them settled down to watch a movie. Jane sat on one end of the couch with Jim on the other, and Judy lay across them with her head on Jane’s lap. This pleased Jane greatly, as she was able to brush her adopted daughter’s hair as they watched. The movie was entitled American Hardcore, and it was a documentary about the underground punk resurgence of the mid to late 1980s. For the first half of the movie, Jim frequently interrupted the narrator to talk about the proud Washington, D.C. punk tradition and how he felt that he was a standard bearer for the continuation of that movement. After the third time that he paused the movie, Jane and Judy universally shushed him. Toward the end of the movie, Judy turned to face her Mommy. Jane was wearing a tank top which Judy successfully removed. Once it was off, Judy tried to undo Jane’s bra. Guessing what Judy had in mind, Jane stopped her and opened up the front of the right cup, which was specifically designed for nursing mothers. Judy briefly caressed Jane’s breast with her left hand before taking the nipple into her mouth and beginning to nurse. Jane was a bit surprised by this, but was relieved to see that Judy was starting to take the initiative. The sight of their adopted daughter nursing on his wife was too much for Jim to take. He let his hands slowly work their way up Judy’s legs and unstrapped her diaper, opening it up but not removing it from underneath her. Jim then slid over so that his lap was underneath of Judy’s thighs and began playing with her pussy with his left hand. He began by rotating his thumb around Judy’s clit. When he felt that she had warmed up enough, he slid his three middle fingers into her. This made Judy gasp, but instead of stopping, she just smiled up at her Mommy and continued to nurse. Judy was fingered for 10 minutes before Jim couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and removed his pants, shirt and boxers, which revealed his rock hard member. Kneeling on the couch next to Judy, he placed her legs around his shoulders and ran his cock up and down her vaginal hood. He could feel the softness of the diaper still underneath of her when he pushed his dick deep into her vaginal canal. Judy began to moan and nursed even harder, scrapping Jane’s nipple with her teeth. Jane’s hand had slipped below her own belt, and she was too preoccupied to protest. Jim used Judy’s legs as leverage as he pumped in and out of her. Judy liked the way that the diaper felt beneath her, and she could tell that it was collecting her vaginal juices which were now generously flowing. Jim was so turned on that he decided to draw this out as long as possible. Every eighth thrust, he removed his member and slid it against Judy’s clit before reentering her. This caused Judy to climax twice. After 15 minutes of this, Jim ejaculated inside of Judy with an orgasm so intense that it made him fall backward into the couch. Judy could feel Jim’s semen dripping out of her vagina and running down her ass when Jim folded the diaper over and restrapped it around her. As Jim began to stand up, Jane reminded him that he had another task to perform tonight. “I don’t know if I can get worked up again” Jim said with a sly smile. “You’d damn well better” was Jane’s response. She then removed her breast from Judy’s mouth and stood up, commanding Judy to remain lying on the couch. Jane walked over the Jim and kissed him hard, allowing her hands to stray down to his groin. When she felt a slight response, she stopped kissing him and fell to her knees, taking his manhood into her mouth. The taste of Jim’s seed mixed with Judy’s juices turned Jane on even more, and her hand once again found its way beneath her panties. She played with her clit and got her own juices flowing until Jim was rock hard again. Jane then stood up and walked over to the couch, bending over its arm and kissing Judy while playing with Judy’s breasts. Jim walked up behind his wife and unbuttoned her jeans. Jane felt her jeans and panties hit the floor just a second before feeling Jim’s cock rub against her ass crack. It slowly made its way down to her aching pussy, and Jane kissed Judy even more forcefully as she felt Jim enter her. Jane could always tell when she was in for a good fuck by how hard Jim was, and he was completely filling her tonight. The trio’s love making continued unchanged for 20 minutes, with Jane and Judy kissing while Jim mounted Jane from behind. Although she could tell that Jim had a while to go, Jane stopped kissing Judy. Instead, she used her hands to start pulling on her own nipples. This released milk which splashed down onto Judy’s face. Judy lapped at the milk, which was now running down her cheeks, before reaching up to help Jane with the process. Jim could feel himself getting closer, so he began to push harder against his wife. This pushed Jane farther over the couch, and the milk began to land on Judy’s breast and midriff instead. Judy loved the feeling of the warm milk cascading down her breasts and pooling at her belly button. She began to run her hands up and down her torso, rubbing the milk into her skin. This sent Jim over the edge and, with one final thrust, he sent both himself and his wife into climax. Judy sat up to let the couple sit down, and the remaining milk ran down into her diaper. It took 10 minutes for the heavy breathing to subside, at which time Jim asked “So, how was it for you two?” “Well, I enjoyed their focus on Black Flag and the Bad Brains, but as a California girl, I wish they had spoken more about the Dead Kennedys.” Jim looked at Judy for a second before bursting out into laughter.

Thanks for the positive feedback all. I've written half of the next chapter. Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to finish it until two weekends from now. I generally only have time to write on the weekends, and I am throwing a party this weekend. That being said, I thought I would at lease post an explanation of what I am trying to accomplish through this story. I have always found the AB/DL distinction to be too formalistic. While I believe that there are ABs out there that simply want to be regressed and don't want anything to do with sexuality, and I believe that there are DLs out there that simply want sex in diapers with no role-playing or age-playing, I think that the realities for most of us are a little fuzzier. In this story, I'm trying to capture the real, emotional and physical reasons why people are into this lifestyle. I'm also trying to show that it is more than just a weird fetish; it can provide individuals with a chance to be reborn into a healthy lifestyle. Finally, I'm trying to explore the reasons why individuals decide to be Mommies and Daddies instead of ABs. I hope you all have enjoyed it so far, and I promise to keep posting.

Thanks for the feedback, all. I was beginning to worry that no one was reading my story. Sadly, I do most of my writing early in the morning, so sometimes if spell check doesn't pick up on it, then I miss it. Luckily, I'm a pretty good speller in general. With regard to the money concern, they do not have an unlimited budget, but this is something for which they have been saving up. Thus, they have money to buy clothing, but only as a one time deal. You'll also notice that I never said they were poor. They are on the lower end of solidly middle class, something that will be corrected once Jane finishes school. You have to realize that even public defenders make more than most other starting professionals. They just chose to spend their money on baby supplies instead of a new car.

Jane was in the shower, washing away the sweat from a hard day of working out. Since arriving at the prison, she had learned that physical prowess often meant the difference between being a victim and being in control. She had managed to avoid Big Bertha all week, and she was beginning to feel as though she might just survive her sentence. The shower was one place that Jane always felt safe. Sure, she had to bathe in front of other women, but the hot water seemed to melt away the stench of prison life. It put her in a euphoric state and made her forget all about her past and how she had arrived here. Jane was so lost in her own peaceful mindset that she didn’t notice the other women slip quietly out of the shower. “So, you thought that you could avoid me, fresh meat.” The booming voice of Big Bertha pulled her back to reality. “Help, guards!” Judy yelled as she realized that she was alone with the bigger woman. Bertha punched her hard in the face and commanded her to shut up. “Help!” Judy screamed, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Bertha pushed her up against the shower wall and crushed Judy’s neck with her upper right arm. As Judy struggled to breath, Bertha’s left hand reached between her legs and spread her pussy open. Just as Judy was about to pass out from asphyxiation, Bertha eased up. Patting Judy’s pussy with her left hand, Bertha commanded “This belongs to me now, and don’t you forget it.” Bertha then spun Judy around and pressed her up against a wall. She could feel Bertha’s fist enter her pussy from behind. “Starting tomorrow, we are going to do this every day. You are my bitch, now” Bertha whispered in her ear. Judy woke up with a start and cried out. It was early in the morning, and she couldn’t see where she was. “Help! Help!” she cried, tears running down her cheeks. “Shh… You’ll wake up Jim” was the reply from Jane, who helped lift Judy up and wrapped her arms around the taller woman. Judy collapsed into Jane’s arms and cried heavily on her shoulder. After a few minutes, Jane suggested that they go down to the living room. Before they departed, Jane placed a pacifier in Judy’s mouth. Downstairs, Jane turned on a light on an end table and the two women sat on the couch. Jane sat upright and let Judy sprawl out along the length of the couch. Judy placed her head on Jane’s lap and allowed Jane to stroke her hair. “Did you have a nightmare?” Jane asked. Judy nodded. “Is it something about which you want to talk?” Jane asked. Judy shook her head. “Eventually, you are going to have to talk about these nightmares, but we will let them go for now” Jane said, stroking Judy’s hair and back. Soon, Judy felt her heart-beat and anxiety decreasing. The pacifier did its trick by allowing her to focus on the rhythmic sucking instead of on her dreams. She felt safe and secure in Jane’s arms, and she knew that no one could hurt her now. After 20 minutes, she was ready to return to bed, but her throat was dry. “Thank you for taking care of me, Mommy” Judy said, removing the pacifier from her mouth. “That’s what mommies do” Jane said, smiling. “Are you ready to go back to bed?” “Almost, can I have a drink first” Judy asked. “Sure, dear” Jane replied. “Just close your eyes first and let Mommy bond with you.” Judy did as she was told, and Jane turned her around so that her head was facing Jane’s body. Jane then pulled Judy closer to her chest. “Open your mouth” Jane commanded. Judy did as she was told. She felt Jane place a nipple in her mouth and, in her half awakened state, assumed that Jane was bottle feeding her again. Judy began to gently suck on the nipple. At first, nothing happened, but after a few minutes her efforts were rewarded by a warm, milky substance that coated her mouth. The thickness of the liquid made it stick to the top of her mouth, which did an amazing job of relieving the dryness there. Judy continued to suck on the nipple for ten minutes until her thirst was satisfied and her tummy was warm. Opening her eyes to thank her Mommy, Judy realized that she was not sucking on a bottle, but rather on Jane’s right breast. Startled, Judy leapt to her feet. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” “You were breast-feeding me?” Judy said with a start. “Of course. That’s how mommies bond with their babies” Jane responded. “This is too weird. I can’t do this” Judy said, running out of the room. Jane followed and found Judy sitting at the dining room table, crying. “What’s wrong?” Jane said, stroking her hair from behind. “I didn’t know that this is what you all had planned for me. I don’t know if I can live like this” Judy said. “Why not? What’s wrong with this type of lifestyle” Jane asked. “It’s… it’s… it’s just not normal!” Judy replied, burying her head in her hands, crying. Jane stroked her back and waited for her crying to abate. “I know that this isn’t how most people live, but you’ve been out in the world and you’ve seen what our society does to people. Maybe it’s time for a paradigm shift. Maybe it’s time that we start focusing on the connections between us and stop shutting each other out. Maybe it’s time for an emotionally crippled young lady to get a chance to be reborn, instead of having to face the hard realities of adulthood. That is all that we are trying to do here. We are just trying to provide you with a loving home.” “I understand that, but it’s just too weird. I don’t know that I can breast-feed from another woman” Judy replied. “Do you like milk?” Jane asked. “Yes.” “Have you enjoyed the milk that you have had since you’ve been here” Jane asked. “Yes.” “Well, all the milk that you have had since you have been here has come from me. The only difference between it and what we were just doing is that by breast-feeding, we develop a bond between us.” Judy couldn’t help but be weirded out. She remembered the bowls of oatmeal and cereal with milk, not to mention the numerous bottles that she had been fed. All of those had come from Jane. She wanted to be disturbed by this, but Jane was right. Somewhere, deep down inside, it made her feel safe and secure to know that Jane would go through such great lengths for her. “I’m sorry, Mommy. You’re right” Judy said, looking up at her Mommy’s face. Jane kissed her on the forehead. “We can talk about this more tomorrow. Let’s go to bed.” Upstairs, Jane tucked Judy back into bed and sang her a lullaby until she fell asleep. For the first time since her father’s death, Judy slept like a baby.

When Judy awoke, she was still in Jim’s arms. He was awake and staring at her with a stoic look in his eyes. Jane was still asleep, though she had turned to face outward and her butt was resting against Judy’s thigh. The soft fabric of Jane’s panties felt good against her skin, and Judy couldn’t help but wonder for how long she would be required to wear diapers. “I’m sorry, Daddy” Judy whispered, careful not to wake Jane up. “Shh…” Jim responded, reaching with his right hand to a night stand next to the bed. While firmly holding Judy with his left arm, he produced a pacifier and placed it in her mouth. The two lay silent for close to an hour, with Jim rocking Judy in his arms. Judy needed to pee, but didn’t want to disturb the moment. For the first half an hour, they gazed into each other’s eyes, but then Judy settled her head into Jim’s chest. After another 30 minutes, Jane woke up and rolled over. “How is our little girl doing?” she asked in a groggy tone. “She had a bad nightmare last night” Jim replied. “Oh, I’m sorry” Jane said, turning Judy over and kissing her on the forehead. “Did Daddy help chase away the monsters in your head?” Jane inquired. Judy nodded in response. “Let’s give Daddy some time to get dressed, then I’ll get you ready for the day.” Jane turned Judy around and snuggled up to her in a spooning position. She gently caressed the other woman, running her hands back and forth between the top of her diaper and the bottom of her breasts. Jim entered the bathroom. When he emerged fifteen minutes later, Jane had wrapped her left arm around Judy, running it between her breasts to Judy’s shoulders, and was holding Judy tight against her. Judy appreciated the warmth that Jane’s body was generating, and her touch sent shivers through Judy’s whole body. She could have stayed like this forever if it weren’t for the fact that she now desperately needed to pee. Remembering the spanking from the night before, she didn’t want to defy her new parents, but the situation was getting desperate. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and asked “May I go pee, Mommy?” “Go ahead, dear” Jane replied, kissing Judy on the back of the neck before releasing her embrace. Judy rushed to the bathroom and barely got her diaper off and seated herself before she felt a warm rush of relief. After flushing, she returned to the bedroom to find that Jim was gone and Jane was stretching. “Jim is making breakfast” Judy said, “so we have some time to ourselves.” Jane was clad only in the panties that she had slept in, and Judy couldn’t help but stare awkwardly at the shorter woman’s curves. In another time, she would have taken the initiative and kissed Jane hard, but she knew that her role in this house was to be submissive. “Are you thinking naughty thoughts about your Mommy?” Jane announced, taking Judy aback. Judy couldn’t help but blush. “Lie on the bed, and let Mommy look at you.” Judy did as she was told, hopping up on the bed and laying backward. Her legs dangled off the side of the bed as Jane unfastened her diaper and exposed her pussy. “It looks as if the rash is going away” said Jane “and since you did have a nightmare last night, I guess you deserve some special treatment this morning.” Jane ran her right arm up Judy’s leg before placing her hand over Judy’s mound. She slowly caressed Judy’s cunny with her palm before slowly working her thumb into Judy’s vaginal hood. With her thumb firmly in place and her palm resting on Judy’s abdomen, Jane began to make circular motions around Judy’s clit. Judy gasped in pleasure and immediately felt the warmth of her juices beginning to flow. Once Jane was convinced that Judy was lubricated enough, she used her left hand to place two fingers into Judy’s vaginal canal. As Judy felt herself being penetrated, she let out a loud gasp. Jane worked her fingers in and out of Judy. After several minutes, she removed her right hand from Judy’s clit and replaced it with her tongue. This sent Judy over the edge, and Jane could feel Judy’s vaginal muscles tighten around her fingers as Judy reached her first climax. Judy responded to Jane’s mouth by wrapping her legs firmly around Jane’s head. After the first orgasm rolled over her body, Judy began to buck her pelvis up against Jane’s face. Jane buried her mouth deeper into the other woman’s pussy, pressing hard against Judy’s clit with her tongue and using three fingers instead of two to penetrate her lover. Over the course of ten minutes, Judy orgasmed three more times before Jane came up, gasping for air. “That was amazing” Judy declared. “What did you say?” Jane replied, still out of breath. “That was amazing, Mommy” Judy responded, trying to sit up. “Oh no you don’t” Jane said, pushing the other woman back down to the bed by her shoulder. “In this household, we believe in a little something called reciprocity.” Jane crawled onto the bed and on top of Judy, kissing her hard and pressing Judy’s body down against the bed. Judy could taste her own juices on Jane’s face, which only turned her on more. She began to run her hands down Jane’s body. Letting her left hand slip past the elastic band of Jane’s panties, she began to caress Jane’s vaginal hood. Jane’s panties were soaking wet from a combination of sweat and cum, and she was ready for Judy’s touch. Judy didn’t waste time, slipping the index and middle finger of her left hand into Jane’s cunny while massaging Jane’s clit with her thumb. Jane was so well lubricated that Judy’s fingers slipped in with ease, and Jane’s panties helped to keep Judy’s fingers exactly where they needed to be. Jane pressed even harder against the other woman, smashing their breasts together as she moved her kisses away from Judy’s mouth and to her neck. Judy moved her right arm around Jane and placed her hand on Jane’s backside, beneath her panties. The soft and round feel of another woman’s ass had always been a major turn on for Judy, and she forcefully pressed her right hand against Jane’s bottom, between her cheeks, which forced Jane’s pelvis against Judy’s left hand with even greater force. This sent Jane over the edge, and her vaginal canal flexed hard against the other woman’s hand as she reached her first orgasm. Not missing a beat, Judy slipped all four fingers of her left hand into Jane’s throbbing pussy. Jane pressed her pelvis hard against her lover and sat up, grinding her pelvis against Judy’s abdomen. This forced Judy to remove her hand and reenter Jane from the side of her panties instead of the top. Judy didn’t mind the change, though, since the view of her lover grinding against her from above started her own juices flowing again. She imagined using a strap-on with Jane, but quickly dismissed the idea since it didn’t fit with her role. Jane was now dripping wet and her juices were flowing all over her lovers lower body. After coming two more times, she began to grind slower and with less force, eventually removing Judy’s hand with her own after coming one last time. The two women lay back on the bed, softly kissing each other and letting each other explore some of the less sexual parts of their bodies. This continued for 20 minutes until they heard someone clear their throat at the doorway. “If you two are done, breakfast is ready” Jim said, with a smirk. Jane got up, but instructed Judy to continue to lie down. She removed the old diaper from the bed, which was now worn and frayed, and placed Judy in a new diaper. After anointing Judy’s well-worn cunny with some fresh baby-oil and baby powder, Jane instructed Judy to sit up. She produced a bib from the bag of new baby products and placed in around Judy’s neck. “There, now you’re ready for breakfast” Jane said, patting Judy’s bottom as she made her way toward the stairs. As Judy reached the staircase, she could hear Jane starting up a shower in the bedroom. In the kitchen, Jim had prepared a couple of omelets for Jane and himself. He also had a bowl of dry cereal for Judy. The box was still on the table, and she could tell that it was a cereal specifically designed for babies. “They are sure taking this role-playing seriously” she thought, “but if it helps me get better, it will be worth it in the long run.” As she sat in front of the cereal, Jim poured milk from a baby bottle into it. He then proceeded to spoon feed Judy until the cereal was gone, stopping every once and a while to wipe her chin with the bib. Once Jane came down, the couple began to eat their own breakfast. Judy’s pelvic region was itchy, so she couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. After about 10 minutes, Judy asked if she could go in the living room and play. Jane responded in the affirmative, but admonished her not to play with anything that was covered by her diaper. In the living room, Judy found some toys that belonged to the couple’s children and managed to keep herself occupied. After about 20 minutes, Jane entered the room with the skirt and blouse from the day before, freshly washed. Judy was dressed and forced to finish another bottle before being led to the car by Jane. “Where are we going,” asked Judy, “and why isn’t Jim coming?” “My, you’re an inquisitive little imp this morning. We are going clothes shopping. Jim has elected to stay behind. There is a lot of work that needs to be done to get your room ready, and he is going to get started on it.” “He would rather work on the room than go shopping?” Judy asked. “If we weren’t going clothes shopping, I’m sure he’d be interested” Jane opined, escorting Judy to the passenger seat. Once she entered the driver’s seat, she looked at Judy with a serious expression on her face. “It’s actually good to have someone with whom to go shopping. It’s easier to pull teeth than to convince Jim to go clothes shopping with me.” “I’d love to go with you, Mommy. I’m sure we’ll have a great time” Judy responded. With that, both women cracked a smile. On the car ride to the mall, Judy was given permission to speak as an adult for the rest of the trip, so long as she remembered to address Jane properly as “Mommy.” The mall that they drove to was a huge complex in Northern Virginia, complete with a J.C. Penny’s on one side, a Macy’s on the other and an Old Navy somewhere in between. Jane parked the car near the center of the mall. It was her intention to make a giant loop. The two women entered the mall next to the Old Navy. They spent two hours trying on clothes. Jane would scold Judy if she brought up anything that did not look babyish enough. Judy was not allowed to pick out blouses, but had to pick out t-shirts instead. Jane made her preference for skirts over jeans clear, and khakis were completely out of the picture. All socks had to be white with ruffles. This pattern continued as they moved on to Macy’s. There they looked at brightly colored flip-flops and tennis shoes, but regular sandals and dress shoes were forbidden. As they shopped, Jane also picked out outfits for herself. She picked out pink and black laced panties, jeans, long skirts, floral blouses and sandals. Outside the dressing rooms, they would model their selections for each other, and Judy made sure to get Jane’s approval before deciding upon an outfit. After they left Macy’s, they stopped at the food court. Judy grabbed a slice of pizza, and Jane ate Chinese. As they ate, they talked. “Why did you all decide to give me a home?” asked Judy. “That’s a pretty complicated question” replied Jane. “There are a lot of reasons. For one, we sympathize with where you are in life. Jim and I were down and out for a long time. We have never had the substance abuse issues that you have dealt with, but we were both raised poor and have struggled with that for most of our adult lives. Also, I’m bi-sexual and want a relationship with another woman, but Jim is paranoid about STDs, so he prefers something that is a little more committed.” “Why the parent/daughter relationship?” Judy inquired. “I’m grateful for the guidance and love that you are both showing me, but it is a little extreme.” “Well, part of it is to preserve the marital relationship between Jim and I. With this type of relationship, we are not competing with one another for Jim’s affections. We all have clear boundaries. You understand that we are the parent figures and it is our home, but you also know that you will have a place in it for as long as you show us respect. In that sense, we are more like a family than a polyamorous or polygamist relationship” Jane replied. “Why the diapers?” Judy whispered. “What did you say?” Jane replied. “Why the diapers?” Judy said a little louder. “I can’t hear you, and what’s my name” Jane teased. “Why the diapers, Mommy?” Judy finally said out-loud, blushing and glancing around in hopes that no one heard. “That’s easy” Jane replied. “They force you to give up complete control to us. Think of it as a trust exercise. Besides, Jim finds them hot, and I think that you look adorable in them. You need to learn to trust us if you are ever going to get better.” The two women laughed as they emptied their trays into a nearby garbage receptacle, though Judy was still blushing. She gave her Mommy a hug and a kiss on her cheek. An uptight, middle-aged man sitting nearby shot them an evil look, but they just ignored him. Before heading to J.C. Penny’s, they stopped by the restroom, where Jane helped Judy unfasten and refasten her diaper. They spent three hours in J.C. Penny’s and left with a total of ten new outfits each. Judy inquired as to how Jim and Jane could afford such a trip. Jane replied that they had been saving up money ever since they decided to adopt her, a word that took Judy aback, and told her not to worry about grown-up stuff like finances. On the car ride home, Judy felt herself nodding off. Jane instructed her that she could sleep, but she had to rest her head in Jane’s lap. As Judy nodded off, she felt Jane stroking her hair and cheek with one hand while presumably driving with the other. Jane woke her up when they reached home, and they went inside to find Jim passed out on the couch. He was sweaty, and it looked like he had spent a long, hard day working on Judy’s room. The two women let Jim sleep as they went upstairs and unpacked the clothes. Once that was accomplished, Jane gave Judy a bath. Judy was allowed to play with bath toys as Jane did a thorough job of washing her body with a scrubby and body wash. The bath ended with Judy getting her hair washed with Johnson and Johnson’s Baby Shampoo. The suds tickled her nose, and she couldn’t help but sneeze, to the delight of Jane. Since it was getting to be late afternoon, they woke Jim up so that they could model their new outfits for him. He asked for a brief reprieve so that he could take a shower, which Jane granted him. Fifteen minutes later, he left the shower and sat upon their bed naked. One by one, the two women modeled the clothes for Jim. He complemented Jane on her sense of style and made sure to tell Judy how adorable she was. With the fashion show over, Jane instructed Judy to give Jim oral pleasure while she took a quick shower. Jim lay back on the bed, as Judy bent over, slowly working him manhood in and out of her mouth while caressing his balls with her right hand. When Jane returned, she complimented Judy on the excellent job that she had done in preparing Jim for her. Before she let Judy stop, she went to a dresser drawer and took out a couple of objects. Judy was too occupied to tell what they were. Before using the items, Jane completely undressed Judy except for her diaper. Jane then unfastened Judy’s diaper and placed the first object into Judy’s vaginal canal from behind. Judy was wet from her activities with Jim, and the small, oval-shaped object slid in easily. Jane then instructed Judy to stand up. Judy could now see that Jane had a black egg in her hand. Jane placed the egg firmly against Judy’s vaginal hood. She pulled Judy’s diaper back on, making sure to fasten it as tightly as possible to ensure that the two eggs stayed in place. Judy was instructed to stand next to the bed as Jane mounted her husband. “We will see how good off a job you did preparing Jim for me” Jane said. “The more pleasure that I receive, the more I will give to you.” As Jane slipped her husband’s cock into her moist pussy, she pushed a button on two separate remote controls; the eggs came to life with vibrations. Judy immediately doubled over in pleasure, but Jane scolded her. “Stand up straight, young lady.” Judy did as she was told as Jane began to grind her hips and buttocks against her husband’s lap. Jim returned the favor, pumping his cock in and out of his wife’s pussy. For a woman who had given birth to two children, Jim could not believe how tight Jane remained. Luckily for Judy, Jim was exhausted from his hard day’s labor, so he did not give in to the impulses of his body as quickly as he might otherwise have. Over twenty minutes, Jane ground harder and harder against him, slowly increasing the level of vibrations in Judy’s diaper. Judy’s juices were now escaping the sides of her diaper and flowing down her legs. Meanwhile, Jane had produced a small bullet and placed it against her own clit. The combination of the bullet and Jim’s thrusts sent her over the edge, and she had two quick orgasms in a row. To reward Judy for her part in this, Jane turned the eggs up to full capacity. This caused Judy to double-over again, this time falling forward on the bed across Jim. Her breasts brushed up against his abdomen as her hands reached for her diaper. “You keep those hands where I can see them” Jane scolded, but Judy ignored her and pressed against her diaper, sending herself into orgasm. This caused her to lose control of her legs, and she fell to the floor in a wave of pleasure. The sight of Judy falling to the floor was all that Jim needed, and his load exploded into his wife’s vaginal canal. After he went soft, Jane got off of the bed and picked Judy up from underneath her arms. Judy could see that Jim’s semen was running down Jane’s leg. She made Judy bend over the bed and produced the leather paddle from the night before. “When I say stand up, I mean it young lady” Judy scolded. She unfastened Judy’s diaper and gave her ten firm whacks with the paddle. Though the egg in her vaginal hood came loose with the diaper, the egg in her vaginal canal was still firmly in place. The combination of the whacks and the vibrations deep inside her sent Judy into another orgasm, but she made sure not fall to the floor again. “As punishment for this slight, you will need to clean me off” Judy said. After removing the second egg and placing Judy’s diaper back on, Jane went into the bathroom and produced a wet hand-towel. She stood with her legs about a foot apart as Judy washed the semen off of her inner thighs and outer labia. Once she was satisfied, she let Judy stand up and lie back on the bed. The three adults snuggled for a half an hour before Jim declared, in a groggy tone of voice, that it was time for bed. “Go turn off the light dear, then come and snuggle up with your Mommy” Jane instructed Judy. “Oh, no” Jim said. “She needs to learn to sleep in her crib.” “Can’t she sleep with us for one more night?” Jane pleaded, but Jim stood his ground. “If she has a nightmare, then you can rock her to sleep in our bed, but until then, she needs to sleep in the crib.” Jane pouted, but she followed her husband’s instructions. Getting up, she led Judy to the pink crib at the foot of their bed. She helped Judy into it and placed a pacifier in Judy’s mouth before Judy sat down. In order to sleep in the crib, Judy had to sleep in a fetal position, but there were plenty of blankets and pillows to make the crib comfortable. Jane tucked Judy in and made sure that she was comfortable. “Did you tell her about the # 1 rule of the crib?” Jane’s husband asked. “I’m getting there” Jane said with annoyance. “Judy, when you are placed in the crib you are not allowed to get out on your own. If you need to get out, then you need to wait for Jim or I to get you out. If we are not available, then you need to wait. Do you understand?” Judy nodded her head, though she was already half asleep. “Good girl” Jane said, kissing Judy’s forehead. She then turned off the light and returned to bed. All three adults were asleep in less than 10 minutes.

It was Judy’s first day in prison. She had spent two weeks in lock-up before she worked out a deal with the prosecutor. Judy didn’t want a lawyer; she worked out the deal pro se. Her incarceration was already a harrowing experience. Since she had arrived, she had been strip searched and thrown into an ill-fitting jump suit. She had been pushed around and manhandled by the guards, and now she was entering the mess-hall for the first time. Judy waited in line patiently with the other women to receive her food. When she finally received her tray, it contained some sort of gruel paste, a glass of water and a banana. Her heart sank as she found the most remote table at which to hide her head in shame and eat. Just as Judy sat down, a hand reached over her shoulder and grabbed the banana. She turned around to see a 6’2” tall, heavy-set, Caucasian woman with broad shoulders and a scowl on her face. “I’m Big Bertha” the woman said. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll be giving me your banana from now on.” Judy knew that this was a test, but she hadn’t expected it to come so soon. As she had waited in line, she had heard several inmates whisper “fresh-meat.” She turned around to see the woman walking to the far side of the mess-hall. Judy followed. When the woman stopped along the far wall, Judy pushed her from behind and yelled “Give me back my banana, bitch.” “Oh, we have a fighter, huh” Big Bertha replied. “I’m going to enjoy breaking you in.” Judy swung at the other woman, but she was blocked. Big Bertha grabbed Judy and spun her around. She placed her arm against Judy’s neck and slammed Judy up against a wall. Judy saw the light flash before her eyes. The shock of that last blow awakened Judy from her dream, and she sat straight up in bed. She was too sweaty and terrified to realize where she was, but instead cried at the top of her lungs. Jim woke up and immediately put his arms around her. With one strong, masculine arm around her waist, he used the other arm to turn her around and placed her face in his hairy chest. As Jim stroked the back of her head, she cried into his chest. After twenty minutes, she came to her senses and starting whispering “I’m sorry” over and over again. Jim shushed her and told her that she had nothing about which to be sorry. She was his little girl, and he would protector her from anything, even her past. Once Judy stopped crying, he lay back down, holding her firmly to him. He rocked her back and forth until she fell asleep, then drifted off into slumber himself.

When Judy woke up in the morning, quite groggy from the medication, she found that the cuffs around her wrists were attached to straps that went under the bed. Her legs were similarly bound, the result of which being that she was lying on her back, unable to move. After several minutes of lying silently alone, she called out “Hey, what’s going on?” Jim walked in from the bathroom carrying a medium sized ceramic bowl filled with water, a wash cloth, a can of shaving gel and a razor. “Oh, you’re awake. Good. I was hoping that you would be awake for this.” He placed the items at the foot of the bed, between Judy’s legs. “What are you doing?” Judy asked. “If you are going to be our little girl, then you need to look the part” Jim replied, wetting the wash cloth and squeezing it out over Judy crotch. “Are you shaving me?” Judy replied, astonished. “That’s enough questions out of you this morning, young lady” Jim replied. He walked over to the dresser and took something out. Judy’s eyes were still a little blurry, and she couldn’t make it out. He returned to the bed and placed the item, which taste like plastic, in her mouth. “I want you to keep that in your mouth until I am finished” he said. Jim squeezed the wash cloth over her groin one more time. The cold water sent a shiver down Judy’s spine. He then placed two dots of shaving gel on either side of her vagina and gently massaged them until the entire region was covered with foam. He took out the razor and slowly began removing her pubic hair, being very slow and gentle, but thorough. Judy had never had a tremendous bush, so she had never thought about shaving before. The razor tickled a little bit, and she had to resist the urge to squirm for fear that she would accidentally be cut. Though many men had seen her naked, none had ever performed such an intimate act for her before. As such, Judy couldn’t help but blush. After a half an hour, Jim was finished. He wiped the rest of the gel off with the wash cloth before placing it in the bowl. “We will do this once per week” Jim said, as he brought the items back into the bathroom. When he returned, he was carrying a white disposable diaper. Judy looked on in disbelief, and it occurred to her that the item in her mouth was a pacifier. She began to wonder what she had gotten herself into. Jim uncuffed her legs. He placed the diaper below her pelvic region, then gently lifted her up, sliding the diaper underneath her buttocks. He then folded the top up around her waist and pulled it tight around her before securing the sticky straps on the sides. He took the cuffs off of her legs, unfastened her wrists, and removed those cuffs as well. “You may get up” Jim said. Judy sat up and slid off the side of the bed. She tried to walk, and couldn’t help but wobble a little with the bulky diaper between her legs. “Come on” Jim said. “Mommy’s waiting downstairs with breakfast.” The walk downstairs was awkward, and when Judy arrived, she noticed that Jane was cooking eggs and bacon for breakfast. She took the pacifier out of her mouth and said “That smells delicious.” Jane turned around abruptly. “Young lady, what are you doing taking the pacifier out of your mouth without permission. Return it this instant” Judy was shocked by this swift affront and quickly did as she was told. She took a seat at the table and sat quietly until Jane was finished. Jane brought out two plates filled with eggs, bacon and toast and placed them in front of Jim, who had seated himself, and at the empty seat. She brought out a bowl of oatmeal with sliced peaches and placed it in front of Judy, who shot her an evil look. “You may take out the pacifier to eat” Jane said, before taking the empty seat. “Why do you all get eggs and I get oatmeal?” she pouted. “It’s not your place to question your Mommy and Daddy” Jane said. “Now, do you want some milk or sugar for your oatmeal?” “Sure” Judy responded, still pouting. Jane mixed in the extra ingredients for her and the three silently finished their breakfast together. As Jane ate, she noticed that Jim and Judy had orange juice, but she didn’t have a cup. She resolved to ask about it after the meal. She also couldn’t help but squirm in her seat. The diaper felt weird beneath her, and she felt a little embarrassed by the fact that it was the only thing that she was wearing. It also didn’t help that her newly shaven pelvic region was itchy, but she didn’t dare scratch it. Once they were done, Jim cleared the table, rinsing off the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher. He then announced his intention to shower before departing toward the upstairs bathroom. “You should get Judy ready” he said on the way out. “We have a big day planned today.” After Jim left, Judy inquired of Jane “May I ask you a few questions?” “Go ahead, dear” Jane replied. “Why have you all put me in a diaper?” she asked. “From now on, you will be wearing diapers. You need to be emotionally reborn, and if you are going to be a part of this family, then you need to start from scratch.” “Will I be required to” she paused for a second “you know, ‘go’ in them?” Judy asked, a little embarrassed. “No, silly head, but you will need to ask for permission to go to the bathroom.” “Isn’t this a bit extreme?” “Maybe, but it’s not your place to question your Mommy and Daddy. It is your place to learn to trust again and to heal your emotional wounds. You’ll never be able to do that if you can’t learn to let go and to follow our lead” Jane responded. Judy sat silently for a minute. She wasn’t completely comfortable with everything that was going on, but it was far better than the place that she had found herself in as a junkie. She decided to trust Jim and Jane. “I have no doubt that you have my best interest at heart, so I will follow your lead” she said. “I’m glad that you’ve made that decision. Now, we need to get you ready before your Daddy comes down.” Jane led Judy to the living room, where a skirt, blouse and flip-flops were waiting, all emblazoned with the Hello Kitty logo. As Jane began to dress Judy in the blouse, Judy asked “Don’t I get a bra?” “No, silly. Little girls don’t wear bras.” This was also a shock to Judy, whose medium sized breasts were sure to make her self-conscious if not restrained. Jane commanded Judy to step into the skirt. It went to about halfway up Judy’s thighs, and Judy was sure that people would be able to see her diaper if she bent over. She blushed a little and resolved not to bend over. The thought of going out in public in the diaper was already a little too much for her, but she knew better than to question her newly adopted parents. She once again questioned into what she had gotten herself. Once the flip-flops were on, Jane had Judy spin around and model her new clothing. Jane jumped up and down excitedly and declared how pretty her little girl was. Judy just blushed, turning bright red from ear to ear. “May I have something to drink?” Judy inquired. “Sure” Jane said, leaving for the kitchen. She returned with a bottle in hand. Judy turned red again and said “I’m not going to have to drink from that, am I.” “Of course. You are our little girl now. You need to trust us” she said, sitting beside Judy. She instructed Judy to lean over and placed Judy’s head in her lap. As Judy stared away from her newly adopted mother, she was bottle fed until it was empty. Jane stroked her hair as Judy drank, and once she was done, she had Judy sit up and gave Judy a kiss on the forehead. “See, that wasn’t so hard.” Judy turned red, but nodded. Jane commanded Judy to sit on the couch and wait as she went upstairs and changed. Judy sat silently for about a half hour. Though Judy felt a little excited about her new situation, the feelings of insecurity and pain that had haunted her for so long were already starting to creep back into her soul. When Jane and Jim returned, they were dressed for a day of adventure. Jim was wearing a t-shirt advertising the Dead Kennedys and a pair of black shorts, and Jane was wearing blue jean shorts and a blue halter top. She was also carrying a digital camera. “Where are we going?” Judy asked. “You will know when we get there” Jim replied, “but I promise that we have a lot of excitement in store today.” Judy allowed herself to be led to the car and placed in the back seat. Once Jane entered, she turned around and told Judy “We have a long car ride in store, so you may talk as an adult for the ride. Once we get there, however, you need to be our little girl. This means that you will refer to us as Mommy and Daddy.” Judy nodded, uneasily. She knew that she would have a hard time doing so in public. As they got on the road, Judy commented on Jim’s shirt, which led to an impassioned debate on the politics of the 1980s. Judy hadn’t noticed that it had been an hour and a half drive when they finally pulled up to the Washington D.C. Zoo. When Judy saw where they were, she squealed in delight. She had mention in her correspondence that she had loved zoos ever since she was a child. As soon as the car was stopped, Judy didn’t wait for Jim or Jane to depart. She jumped out of the car and ran toward the zoo’s entrance. Jane jumped out and yelled after her “You get back here, young lady.” Jane didn’t listen, but ran into the petting zoo. “Go ahead after her” Jim said to Jane. “I’ll unload.” Jane caught up to Judy in the petting zoo feeding a sheep. She gently grabbed Judy by the arm and said “Young lady, what were you thinking. Don’t ever run ahead again. You scared us half to death.” For a second, Judy was confused by the fact that she was being treated like a child, but then she nodded. “I won’t.” “I won’t what?” asked Jane. “Huh?” replied Judy. “I won’t what? What’s my name?” Jane insisted. Judy blushed a little. “I won’t, Mommy” she whispered. “That’s better. Now, let me get a picture of you with the sheep.” Judy grinned from ear to ear as Jane stepped back and took the picture. By this time, Jim had caught up with them. He was carrying a small cooler. The D.C. Zoo is on an incline, and the parking area is at the bottom of the hill. As the three of them made their way up the hill, they were careful to stop at every exhibit and see every animal. They entered both the bird and the reptile house, and Jane would give permission for Judy to run ahead when she could tell that Judy was excited, so long as she stayed within their field of vision. The only major incident occurred when they stopped at an area with wires high in the air that were strung between two metal towers that connected different habitats. The purpose of this was to give the orangutans a way to get exercise and expand their environment, as they traveled between the two towers on the wires. As Judy noticed one of the orangutans walking across the wires, she pointed up at it in amazement and called out for Jane. This caused her skirt to be lifted up. “Mommy” said a voice from behind her. “That lady is wearing a diaper.” Judy’s hands immediately dropped to her sides, and she turned bright red as she tried to push her skirt down. She felt a tap her on the shoulder, and an ugly, up-tight, self-righteous middle-aged woman angrily accosted her, poking her in the chest with her finger. “What is wrong you, going out in public wearing something like that. Look at what you’ve exposed my son to. For God’s sake, would somebody think of the children!” Turning even redder, Judy wanted to slink into a hole in the ground and never come out. She was backing away when Jane came to her rescue. “Don’t you touch my friend” she said. “What she chooses to wear is none of your business, besides, how do you know that she doesn’t have a physical problem that requires her to wear them. You should be ashamed of yourself.” The woman turned white with anger, and stomped away dragging her son behind her. Judy, now emboldened, yelled after her “Hasn’t anyone every told you not to end a sentence with a preposition, you stupid cunt!” The woman turned around again, her mouth dropped wide open. This time, she simply shook her head and turned to leave. Judy broke down crying. Jim and Jane hugged her from either side and held her in their arms. “Don’t let people like that bother you” Jim said. “They are just angry because they don’t have the ability to control everyone else’s lives.” Jane proceeded to wipe away Judy’s tears, and the three of them continued up the hill. After an awkward silence, Jane said to Judy “I’m proud of you for taking up for yourself, but you shouldn’t have used that last word. It is a grownup word for mommies and daddies.” They all had a good laugh at that, and the mood returned to a state of merriment. Two thirds of the way up the hill, they stopped at a picnic table and ate the sandwiches and chips that Jim had packed earlier in the day. Jim and Jane drank diet sodas, while Judy had three juice boxes placed before her. She quickly drank them down, as the uphill climb was starting to get to her. She could feel the sweat dripping down into her diaper. After throwing away their trash, they finished the tour of the zoo, ending at the famous panda exhibit. They spent a half an hour watching the pandas before heading back toward the car. Halfway down the hill, Judy whispered to Jane “May I use the bathroom?” “May I use the bathroom what?” Jane asked. “May I use the bathroom, Mommy?” Judy whispered. “I can’t hear you” Jane replied. “May I use the bathroom, Mommy?” Judy said, out loud and blushing. No one was around to hear it, but Jane knew that it was the only way to get Judy to become comfortable with her role. They stopped at a family rest room, and Jane helped Judy unfasten her diaper. Once Judy was done, she refastened it, and they continued on their way. It was 3 p.m. when they reached the car. Judy asked for permission to speak as an adult and was denied. She then complained about being thirsty and tired. Jane volunteered to take care of her while Jim drove. Before they loaded up the cooler, Jane took out a baby bottle. She strapped Judy into the back seat and then took the back passenger seat herself. As Jim started up the car, he could see Jane in his rearview mirror. She had Judy lie down with her head in Jane’s lap and she fed Judy the bottle as she stroked the side of her head. Judy finished half of the bottle before falling asleep. Jim and Jane sat quietly as they made their way back to Baltimore. An hour and a half later, Jane gently nudged Judy awake. “Are we home?” Judy asked, groggily. “No, we are going to do a little shopping” said Jane. Judy sat up and once again turned bright red as she realized where they were. They were in the parking lot of Babies ‘R’ Us. After departing from the car, Judy threw a tantrum. “I can’t do this” she said. “This is too much.” “We didn’t ask for your opinion” Jim said, in a stern voice. “I won’t do it” she said, firmly. “Young lady, that is no way to talk to your parents” Jim said, loudly. A couple of people were glancing their way, but most were trying not to make eye-contact. Judy, who was mortified, got back in the car and folded her arms across her chest. “Let me talk to her” Jane said, slipping into the other side of the car. Jim just paced back and forth in annoyance. The two women were silent for a moment, before Jane reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to Judy. “What is this?” Judy scowled. “That is an Amtrak voucher. We aren’t going to force you to stay” Jane replied. “The choice is up to you.” Judy didn’t want to leave, but she also wasn’t comfortable with where this was going. “Why don’t I get any choice in this matter? Why should I give you so much power over me?” “No offense, dear, but you have made all of the decisions in your life so far and look where it has got you” Jane replied. She touched Judy’s arm right where the track marks were most visible. Judy shrugged her off, jerking her arm away. “We can help you, but we are not running a rehab clinic. We are not going to fight you to make you get better.” Judy sat silently for a minute before Jane exited the car. Her last words were “The choice is up to you. If you tell us to drive you to the Amtrak station, we will pick up your bag, and you can be on your way. If you stay with us, though, then you’ll need to follow our rules.” As she watched Jane walk up to her husband, Judy was deep in thought. This was far more than she expected. When she got on that train from San Francisco, she knew that she needed rules and discipline, but she didn’t know that she would actually be treated like a baby. It was humiliating, but somehow exhilarating at the same time. Was she prepared to live this kind of life? For the sake of her emotional well-being, could she give up complete control? These were not easy questions, and she did not resolve them in her own mind. Instead, she looked up at Jim and Jane. She expected to see two control freaks that were using her to fulfill their own perverse desires. What she saw, however, were two people who had taken her into their home, with the express intention of curing her emotional deficiencies. She remembered Jane rocking her to sleep the night before. She also remembered them coming to her defense at the zoo. They had opened up their home and given her the benefit of the doubt. The least that she could do was return the favor. Stepping out of the car, Judy said “I trust you, and I’m sorry that I threw a tantrum.” “That’s alright” said Jane, giving Judy a big hug. “Now, let’s go shopping.” The three of them picked out a wide variety of baby products. Judy chose ten pacifiers with patterns that she liked and several toys, including a couple of rattles. Jim and Jane found the largest pink crib in the store and loaded it into their cart. Because of their children, they already had a healthy stock of bottles, so they passed by those, but they let Judy select several baby blankets and pillows for the crib. Finally, they stocked up on baby powder, baby wipes, baby oil and baby shampoo/body wash, all of which they placed in a brand new diaper bag. The clerk gave them an evil look as they rang up, but Judy no longer cared. She didn’t turn red or get embarrassed and held her head up high as they exited the store. Once she had made up her mind, Judy rarely had any regrets. When they arrived back at the house, Jim unloaded the car as Jane led Judy inside. “I’m hungry, Mommy” Judy whined. “We will get you some more solid food tomorrow” Jane said. “For now, just finish your bottle.” The two women sat on the couch, and Jane fed Judy as Jim brought their new items upstairs to the bedroom. Judy could hear Jim cursing under his breath upstairs as he set up the crib. “Sometimes,” she thought, “Daddy can be scary.” Once she was done, Jane directed Judy upstairs where they found the crib completely setup with all of the pillows and blankets inside. Jane jumped for joy, commenting on the fact that it was far cuter than the picture on the box. She gave her husband a hug before heading into the bathroom to unpack the diaper bag. Judy stood silently next to the crib. She could tell that her Daddy was annoyed and didn’t want to make him any angrier. Finally, after a moment of silence, Jim said “Judy, your Mommy and I are going to take good care of you, but you have to learn to follow our rules. You may speak as an adult. Why did you run ahead at the zoo?” “I was just excited. I didn’t think” Judy replied. “That’s right” Jim said. “You didn’t think. What would have happened if you had been hit by a car? If you are going to live this lifestyle, then you need to learn to rely upon us for your safety. Why did you throw the tantrum outside the store?” “I’m a very independent minded person, and I’m not completely comfortable with all of this yet.” “Didn’t I tell you at the beginning that you would be exposed to things that might make you uncomfortable?” “Yes, you did.” “Yes what?” Judy blushed. “Yes, Daddy.” “For your own good, you need to be punished. Place your hands on the bed.” Judy did as she was told. Jim walked around her and unfastened her diaper, letting it fall to the ground. He tucked the bottom of her skirt into its elastic waistband, exposing her bare bottom. He gave her bottom ten heavy, open-handed whacks with his left hand. “That was for running ahead, this is for the tantrum” he said. Jim then opened a dresser drawer and took out a leather paddle, which made a loud “thwack” each time it struck Judy’s ass. After ten thwacks, Judy’s posterior was bright red, and she had a tear in her eye. “I’m sorry that I was a bad girl, Daddy.” Jim wiped away her tear, and said “That’s okay. Just learn to follow our directions so that you don’t get punished again.” Judy felt a hand on her back and noticed that Jane had reentered the room. “Do you know what would get you back on Daddy’s good side?” she asked. Judy shook her head. “If you nursed on his special bottle, I’m sure it would make Daddy very happy” she said, sticking out her tongue at her husband. Judy laughed a little, and then got down on her knees, using the diaper as padding. Jane unzipped her husband’s pants and removed his manhood. She directed Judy’s head toward her husband’s lap. Judy reached inside of his pants and caressed his balls as she worked his shaft in and out of her mouth. She could feel Jim start to ease up as the tension that he had been building since Babies ‘R’ Us melted away. Jim couldn’t believe how good Judy was at this. Jane had always performed oral begrudgingly, and he could tell that she didn’t enjoy it. Judy, on the other hand, was ravenous. He looked down at her head, which was bopping up and down, and noticed that her bare ass was still exposed, with her skirt still tucked into the elastic band. This was all that Jim needed, and he exploded in Judy’s hungry mouth. She slurped down every lost drop of his seed before gently kissing his now limp member. “Daddy, your milk tastes sweet” Judy said, with a devilish grin. It was Jim’s turn to blush. “I eat a lot of pineapple” he said, and they all laughed. Jane took Judy into the bathroom and removed the skirt and blouse. She placed Judy into the bath. Jane had filled it with warm water while Jim was disciplining Judy. As Judy sat down, Jane opened up a brand new package of bath toys. Judy played with them as Jane washed away the sweat of the day’s activities with baby shampoo and body wash. When they were finished, Jane helped Judy out of the tub and dried her off. Jane led Judy back into the bedroom, where Jim was waiting with a fresh diaper. He had Judy sit on the bed. This time, he rubbed a small amount of baby oil onto her bottom and dusted her privates with baby powder before securing the diaper around her. The sweat in her diaper and her irritation from her earlier shave had given Judy a mild rash, and the baby powder and oil felt good against her skin. Judy was exhausted, and as she submitted to her changing, her eyes began to nod. “Oh no” Jim said. “You need to learn to sleep in your crib.” “Can’t she sleep with us for one more night” pled Jane. “I guess it will be alright,” Jim said, with a sigh, “but just this once.” Judy was fast asleep a half an hour later when the freshly showered couple came to bed, snuggling up against her on either side.

Judy awoke at 3 a.m. and needed to pee. She left the bed and went into the bathroom. When she was done, she couldn’t help but pause at the full length mirror. She didn’t understand what Jim and Jane saw in her. Although she wasn’t over-weight, life in prison had made her pudgy. Her boobs, which were smaller than average, drooped and she had a pot belly. She had visible cellulite on her thighs, and, worst of all, she had track marks on her arms that would probably never go away. In her eyes, life as a junkie had made her unloveable. Furthermore, the cuffs on her wrists reminded her of her incarceration. Judy began to weep softly. “Is that you, Judy?” Jane’s soft voice came from the bedroom. As Jane entered the bathroom, she asked “What are you crying about?” “I don’t think that I am worthy of you. Look at my body. I’m hideous.” “How can you say that?” Jane replied. “You are our pretty little girl.” Jane reached around Judy waist and gently rocked her from behind. “I’m fat and ugly” Judy said, weeping. “No you’re not. You are you. Your problem is that you have always been told that you have to be perfect. Well, no one is perfect. Until you learn that, you are not going to find happiness.” “What about my track marks?” Judy asked. “What about them? They are part of the past. You need to learn to let the past go, otherwise you will never progress. Tomorrow, we are going to begin that process by helping you to start over from scratch. Until then I want you to get some sleep.” Judy just nodded quietly. Wiping away Judy’s tears, Jane said “I’ve got some medicine that will help you sleep, if you would like it. It is non-narcotic.” Judy nodded her assent, and Jane walked to the medicine cabinet, producing a shot of a thick syrupy medicine. Judy swallowed it and washed it down with water from the sink. The two women then returned to bed, where Jane rocked Judy gently to sleep.

Judy paced back and forth as she waited patiently at the train station for her ride to arrive. The trip from San Francisco to Baltimore had been a long one, and she desperately needed to stretch her legs. As instructed, she had brought one carry-on bag with just the bare essentials along on the trip. It contained one extra set of clothes and an array of various toiletries. Her wards had promised to provide her with everything else that she needed once she arrived. At 5’10” tall, Judy had a rather striking demeanor. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a pony-tail and reached down to just below her neck. Her eyes were also dark brown, and matched her hair perfectly. She wore a pair of tattered blue jeans, a denim jacket and a black t-shirt that advertised her favorite punk band. Her black leather belt ended with a shiny, metallic belt buckle, and she sported a pair of well-worn tennis shoes. Growing up, her father had always taught her to never accept limitations. She was taught that she could do anything that boys could do and that no dream was out of reach with just a little hard work. Judy’s mother had died in a car accident when she was a new born, so her father had been determined to give his only child the confidence that she needed to succeed in life. She was instructed to be the master of her own life and never to submit to anything but her own freewill. Though she was raised to have a strong, independent spirit, Judy had burned with a secret desire ever since she hit puberty. At the age of 14, she had been snooping around in her father’s room one summer day when she discovered a secret compartment in one of his dresser drawers. It contained a stack of unlabeled VHS tapes. This intrigued Judy, since she couldn’t imagine why anyone would keep unlabeled tapes in a hidden location. She became determined to watch them. When she popped the first tape in the player, an image came up on the television screen of her father, dressed in leather chaps, a speedo and a leather vest, with a crop in his hand. A woman was bent over a table with her arms tied to its legs. He repeatedly smacked her ass with the crop as she begged for more. This was shocking to Judy, who had never known her father to even date. She suddenly realized why he insisted that she spend every other weekend visiting relatives. Before Judy could get too far into the tape, she heard her father’s car pull up in the garage. She quickly replaced the tape, and they had an unusually silent dinner before heading off to bed. That night, Judy stared at the ceiling into the early hours of the morning thinking of the image on the screen. Her father had never spoken to her about sex, so she had learned everything that she knew from her sex education class at school. She had assumed that people only had sex to reproduce. It had never occurred to her that sex could be recreational. Furthermore, it had never occurred to her that her own father, who had helped to mold her into the strong-willed, confident teenager that she was, would ever be capable of dominating another person, especially a woman. Could the values that he instilled in her not be universal? Were their people in the world that needed to submit to others in order to meet their own deep seated needs? She fell asleep with these thoughts in her head, but they would return night after night as she waited to drift off into slumber. Though she never watched the tape again, it had a profound impact on her sexual development, and she often wondered what it would be like to completely submit to the will of another. At the age of 18, Judy graduated from high school and was accepted into Berkeley. She quickly found her place in life as a journalist and music critic for the school newspaper. Like many people her age, she also stumbled into her sexuality. She had three sexual relationships during her first year at school, two with male classmates and one with a female classmate. She discovered that she was bi-sexual. She also discovered that her exuberance for life, both in and out of the bedroom, often drove her lovers away. Judy excelled at her studies, and she returned home that first summer full of life and energy. Her father showered her with praises and did all he could to add to her growing ego. Though he seemed a little paler and a little thinner, Judy didn’t notice. She spent the summer by his side, working in his graphic design studio to save up a little money for the upcoming school year. Her father was paying for her education, but they were by no means wealthy. Thus, she was denied the opportunities of summer internships and study abroad programs that many of her classmates enjoyed. By the end of her undergraduate career, Judy was an experienced lover, though her fiery personality had kept her from maintaining any long term relationships. Despite her lack of internship experience, her writing skills were strong enough to land her a well paying job at a prominent music magazine in her home town of San Francisco. Judy was on the top of the world, and she couldn’t imagine anything that could bring her down. At her graduation ceremony, Judy noticed for the first time how sickly her father looked. Throughout the course of the last year, he had lost a significant amount of weight. He was also coughing a lot, and she noticed specs of blood on the tissues that he used to cover his mouth. On the way home, Judy breached the subject. Her father informed her that he was dying of cancer. He hadn’t said anything before because he wanted her college years to be filled with happy memories. By the end of the summer, he had passed away. Judy compensated for the loss of the only person in her life that she cared for by throwing herself into her work. Her father’s estate had mostly been eaten up by hospital bills, and she had been forced to sell his house to pay off his creditors. To keep from thinking about this, she went to more concerts, more events and wrote far more articles than her contract required. While this pleased her bosses, it left Judy with an emptiness inside that she couldn’t fill. Judy didn’t take her father’s death well. As her only consistent source of positive reinforcement, his death felt as though a bright, warm light had been extinguished in her soul. After a year of trying to bury her pain in her work, she turned to alcohol to fill the void. When that didn’t work, she allowed herself to be introduced to cocaine and heroin, all easily available to an upcoming music critic. Within six months, she was an addict. Within 12 months, she was missing deadlines. Within 18 months, she was unemployed and living out of her car. Rock bottom came for Judy when a passing police officer found her passed out inside of her car with a needle in her arm. A search of her car revealed both her works and enough heroin to put her away for two years. In prison, she cleaned herself up and became a model, though melancholy, prisoner. By keeping out of trouble, Judy earned the opportunity to work on the computer systems that ran the rehabilitative educational programs available to the prisoners. It didn’t take her long to figure out how to disable the content blockers on the web-access programs. This allowed her to set up an account on a web-site that appealed to people interested in alternative lifestyles, particularly those looking to be submissive. Judy felt that if she couldn’t find happiness on her own, perhaps she could find it through the direction of another. Besides, she desperately needed a parent figure in her life to make her feel worthwhile. Most of the people that she met on the site did not fit her needs. There were a lot of men who were just looking for someone to abuse. Others wanted to be her lord and master, not her parent. Many were perverts or idiots, who would try to initiate a conversation with a picture of their genitalia or with a message so riddled in netspeak and misspellings that it made her head hurt. Finally, however, after a year of searching, she got in touch with a couple from Baltimore in their early 30s who were looking for a young, submissive woman to be a daughter figure in their home. The husband was a young lawyer, only a few years into his career at the public defender’s office. The wife was a student, working on an engineering degree. She had taken time off from college to support her husband and to give birth to their two young children. They were both sexually adventurous individuals who were interested in a committed relationship with a lover in order to reduce the risk of potential STDs. Despite her history, Judy had never shared needles, nor engaged in unprotected sex. Judy was attracted to them because of the strength of their convictions. They both came from an impoverished background and cared greatly about the plight of the working class. The husband had a deep and abiding love of art and literature, especially music. He was particularly fond of politically charged punk bands. The wife loved science and technology. A constant debate raged in their house as to what would ultimately cure the human condition, art or science. Their messages back and forth focused more on political philosophy than on sexual innuendo. It was this young couple that Judy was waiting to meet. She did not know them by name, only by handle. She had not even seen a picture of them. They had won her heart through their correspondence, and besides, she had nowhere else to go. Suspecting a heavy sentence, her attorney had advised her to rent a small storage unit. She had sold her car to pay for it and placed the last of her belongings in it before her incarceration. Now that she was out, she had taken the few items that she had with her out of storage and left the rest of her past behind. “You must be Judy?” said a 6’ tall, broad built Caucasian man with dark skin, curly, black hair and a thick goatee. He was wearing a bright red shirt, black shorts, and black loafers. His glasses instantly gave his away as a geek, but also helped to highlight his dark and penetrating eyes. “I’m Jim, and this is Jane.” Standing behind him was a pale woman, 5’8” tall, with long, brown hair. Her soft, blue eyes were inviting, and Judy imagined spending days just staring into them. She was wearing a floral blouse, black capris and sandals. “Hello” she said, in a soft-spoken voice. “Don’t let her shyness fool you. She is quite vocal when she is standing up for the rights of others” Jim said. “Let me help you with your bag.” Jim picked up the bag and led her to a used mid-90s Chevy Lumina with peeling paint. Judy was taken a little aback. “Is everything alright?” Jim asked. “It’s fine” she replied. “I just pictured you in a BMW when you told me that you were a lawyer.” Jim laughed out loud. “Your thinking of old lawyers, not young lawyers like me who are shackled with student loan debt. Besides, I’ll drive a BMW when the guy who mops the floor at my office doesn’t have to work two jobs to support his family.” “Alright, dear” Jane said. “Don’t beat her over the head with your self-righteousness from the start.” They all had a good laugh. As Jim placed Judy’s suitcase in the trunk, Jane escorted Judy to the back right passenger seat. She then sat in the front passenger seat as Jim took the driver’s seat. “How was your trip?” Jane asked. “It was long, but you have to expect that when taking the train. At least I wasn’t traveling by bus.” Judy fidgeted with her hands nervously. “You don’t have to be nervous” Jane said, turning to face Judy with a look of compassion in her eyes. “We are going to take good care of you.” There was a moment of awkward silence before Judy responded quietly “Thank you.” Jim started the car, and the three adults were silent for the rest of the trip. After ten minutes, Jim pulled up to a historic house in a quiet, urban neighborhood. It was situated on a quarter of an acre parcel and surrounded by trees. The house had two stories and a basement. A wooden fence separated it from the neighboring parcels, but the neighborhood seemed like an open and inviting place. “Well, this is it” Jim said, exiting the car and taking Judy’s suitcase out from the trunk. Jane also exited before opening Judy’s door and leading her by the hand to the front door. After fumbling with the keys, Jim unlocked the front door and let the two women go in first. Jane led Judy past the main foyer and into the back portion of the house, which contained the kitchen. She sat Judy down at a dining room table and sat next to her. Judy could hear Jim in the next room moving things around. “Where are your children?” Judy asked. “Jack and Jill are staying with their grandparents for the next couple of weeks. We wanted to make your transition as easy as possible, plus Jim’s parents have been begging us to let them watch the kids for a couple of weeks over the summer” Jane responded. “How old are they?” asked Judy. “They are four and six. Jill just finished kindergarten.” “You must be very proud.” “We are” Jane said, smiling. Jim entered the room carrying a camcorder attached to a tri-pod underneath of his right arm. “I hope you don’t mind” he said, “but for legal purposes and for posterity, we would like to interview you before we enter into any type of relationship. I want you to know up front what to expect.” Judy nodded as Jim setup the camera across from her and turned it on. He then sat next to his wife, leaving Judy on the far side so that she did not feel surrounded. “My name is Jim Johanson and I am making this recording as a legal precaution and as a way of officially establishing the boundaries that will be in place in our household if Judy Jones decides to live with us. To my right is Jane Johanson, my beautiful wife, and to her right is Judy. Judy, did you come her freely and voluntarily?” “Yes” answered Judy. “Why did you come?” “My father passed away a few years ago, and I had a rough time dealing with it. I made some bad choices in my life, but I feel as though I can get my life back on track. I can’t do it without parental figures looking over me, though.” “Is it true that we have offered to be the parental figures that you need?” Jane asked. “Yes. I have agreed to be submissive to you in exchange for your parenting.” “You understand that this is going to be a sexual relationship, correct?” Jim asked. “Yes. We are all adults, and I can respect you and Jane as both parental figures and lovers.” “Do you understand that you will be given chores and tasks to perform instead of paying rent and that failure to perform those tasks will result in corporal punishment?” Jane asked. “Yes.” “Do you understand that bondage will sometimes be used as a disciplinary and training tool?” Jim inquired. “Yes. That doesn’t bother me.” The images of her father with the woman tied to the table ran through Judy’s mind, and she could feel a rush of blood to her lower body. She couldn’t help but blush a little. “Do you understand that as parental figures, we will control every aspect of your life initially, until we feel as though you are ready for more autonomy? This includes your manner of dress and your contacts with the world outside of this house” Jim asked. “Yes. I am giving myself over to you completely.” “You also understand that at anytime you may request to leave and we will, within 24 hours, give you a train ticket back to San Francisco?” “Yes. Should that occur, you will give me back everything that I brought with me, correct?” “That is correct. You also understand that we have agreed to a safe word, namely ‘discombobulate,’ which you can use if you ever feel unsafe?” Jane asked. “Yes.” “The safe word is not to be used if you are merely uncomfortable, though?” Jim added. “In those instances, you are to trust our judgment?” “Yes.” Jim’s instincts as a lawyer kicked into gear. “How far did you make it in school?” “I have an undergraduate degree in journalism from Berkeley.” “You can read and write the English language?” “Yes.” Judy responded, with a laugh. “Nobody is forcing you to agree to this by threatening you or by making any promises?” “That is correct.” “And you are entering into this freely, voluntarily and of your own volition?” “Yes.” “You understand that this is an at-will relationship and that you, Jane or I can end this relationship at anytime?” “I understand” Judy responded. “Here is a contract detailing what we have just discussed. I want you to take your time and read it. If you agree to its terms and conditions, then we will all sign it.” Judy read the contract to herself silently. It simply outlined the agreement that they had already discussed on camera, so she signed it. Jim and Jane also signed it before Jim asked one final question. “Do you have anything else that you would like to add?” “Nope” came Judy’s response, to which Jim turned off the camera. “I’m sorry about the formality” Jim stated. “Unfortunately, with this type of lifestyle, one can never be too careful. I’ll be right back.” He brought the tape from the camcorder and the contract upstairs. “I hope that didn’t make you apprehensious, but we need to protect our family” Jane said. “I understand. How will the living arrangements work?” Judy asked. “We will go over all of that tomorrow. Tonight, we would like to take some time to get to know each other better. Do you like Chinese food?” “I love Chinese food” Judy said, smiling. “Good, we’ll order in and spend the afternoon talking. Tonight, we will start your training as a sexual submissive. Tomorrow, we will begin to play the parental role.” True to their word, the couple spent the entire afternoon getting acquainted with Judy. They discussed movies, music, art and literature. Over Chinese, they hotly debated science, politics and religion. When the conversation turned loud and boisterous, they did not back down, but defended their opinions with the same fire and fervor that Judy brought to the table. As the afternoon found its way into evening, Judy came to appreciate that her new parents were easily her intellectual equals. Judy knew that she could respect them and even felt herself falling for them a little. She loved the passion that Jim brought to each and every area of discussion. She loved the way that Jane’s opinions were always touched with a level of compassion and humanity. Judy didn’t see them as rivals, as she often did with her lovers, but rather as partners in something that she didn’t quite fully understand. “I think that I can speak for Jane when I say that we had a lot of fun tonight,” Jim said, “but you didn’t come here for the conversation. We are going to go upstairs now and begin your training.” Jim had a serious look in his eyes, and Judy couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t asked her if she was ready. He took her hand and led her upstairs, with Jane following behind. The master bedroom was at the top of the stairs, and a king sized bed on risers was in the center of the room. It stood approximately four feet off the floor. There was a dresser with a full length mirror on the right side of the room and an entrance to a full bathroom on the opposite side. “Undress me” Jim commanded. Blushing, Judy did as she was told. She lifted Jim’s shirt above his head revealing his hairy, masculine chest. Jim slipped out of his shoes, but allowed Judy to pull down his shorts. While she was at his feet, she removed his socks, leaving him standing in nothing but his boxers. Judy had never had a problem undressing a lover before, but somehow she felt uneasy this time. Jim grew impatient and grabbed her hands, placing them on the elastic bands of his boxers. She slowly pulled them off, revealing his half-erect penis. “Do you want me to give you oral?” she asked, nervously. “No. I will tell you if I want you to do something. Otherwise, you are to wait quietly.” Judy nodded. “I’m going to take a shower. Jane, undress our new lover while you two wait.” “No problem” Jane said, kissing her husband hard and letting her hands drift to his groin. Jim blushed a little, then added “As a parent, Jane is clearly not under the same rules that you are. For now, just do as Jane tells you.” Jim exited for the shower, but not before Jane swatted him on the butt on his way out. Jane circled Judy a couple of times before standing behind her. She put her arms around Judy’s waist and felt her mid-riff from underneath her shirt. “Your soft” she said, playing with the taller woman’s belly-button. “You’ll make a good submissive.” Lifting Judy’s shirt off, Jane slowly caressed Judy’s sides and back. She kissed Judy’s neck and encouraged her to lean back into Jane’s kisses. Unbuckling Judy’s belt buckle and unbuttoning her pants from behind, Jane let Judy’s pants fall to her knees, revealing pink cotton panties that matched her bra. “Take off your pants, shoes and socks with your feet” Jane commanded, while continuing to kiss and caress her lovers back. Judy did as she was told. “I see that you are taking your time as usually” Jim said, as he walked out of the master bathroom, drying himself with a towel. “The shower is all yours. I will be waiting.” Jane led Judy into the bathroom, but not before removing her bra and panties. She made sure that the shower water was warm before placing Judy in it and undressing herself. Judy stood patiently beneath the warm water waiting for her lover. Jane entered the shower and pressed her body against Judy’s back. “Nice tattoo” Jane said, referring to the dragon that took up half of Judy’s back. Jane then took out a sponge and placed a generous amount of coconut body wash into it. She pressed it against the taller woman’s back and soon Judy was covered in foam. Jane covered her own self with foam before turning Judy around and pressing her body against Judy’s. Jane kissed Judy hard, and for three minutes, the two locked lips while Jane’s hands explored Judy’s body. After their kiss, Jane removed the shower head and washed the foam off of their bodies. She turned off the shower and led Judy out of the tub, where two towels awaited them. Once they had dried off, Jane placed the towels in a laundry hamper and led Judy back into the main bedroom. Judy noticed that her clothes had been removed. She also noticed Jim sitting on the edge of the bed, patiently waiting. “You are going to get Jim warmed up for me” Jane said, positioning Judy between Jim’s legs. Jim leaned back on the bed, as Jane bent Judy over and placed her face in Jim’s crotch. Judy didn’t need to be told what to do and took Jim’s penis in her hand before placing it in her mouth. She slowly began working it in and out of her mouth, stopping briefly when she reached the head to play with it with her tongue. Jim moaned in delight. “I see that you have some experience. That will serve you well.” As Judy worked her tongue around Jim’s manhood, Jane grabbed Judy’s hands and pulled them behind her. She placed each of Jane’s hands in a padded, leather cuff and then fastened the cuffs together. Once Judy’s hands had been restrained, Jane stood behind Judy and cupped her right hand over Judy’s pussy from behind. As Judy worked Jim’s dick, Jane massaged Judy’s vagina with her fingers. Although she didn’t penetrate Judy, Jane could tell that Judy was becoming wet. “Stand up” Jane commanded. Judy took own final, long lick before doing as she was told. Jane let her hand run down Jim’s chest and stomach to his rock hard cock. “It looks like you did a good job. As your reward, you will get to watch us.” Jane hopped up onto the bed and straddled Jim. She did not need any foreplay. Her domination of Judy had already warmed her up enough. She slid her crotch down Jim’s body, stopping at his own to mount him. As Judy looked on, Jane rode Jim like a wild horse, forcing him in and out of her with her pelvic thrusts. Jim held out for as long as he could, but Judy had warmed him up a little too well. After 10 minutes, he erupted inside of his wife, just as she was coming close to reaching an orgasm. Jane frowned at this unfortunate development. She dismounted Jim and sat on the edge of the bed. “You were a little too good for Jim. Let’s see if you can work that same magic on me” she said, grabbing Judy by the side of her head and directing her face downward. She pressed Judy’s face between her breasts, and Judy used her tongue and teeth to play with Jane’s nipples for a while before slowly kissing her way south. Jim moved off the bed to let his wife lay back. Judy was no stranger to this, either, and even with her hands bound, she immediately went to work licking Jane’s vaginal hood. She used broad strokes of her tongue to lick up and down Jane’s vagina, pausing each lick for just a second when she reached Jane’s clit. This caused Jane to writhe in pleasure. Jim had never touched her like this. As he waited for his refractory period to end, Jim moved behind Judy and returned the favor. He was not exceptionally skilled at oral, but he did well enough, and it seemed to keep Judy warmed up. Once he was able to maintain an erection again, he stood up and ran his dick down Judy’s ass crack before entering her from behind. Jim’s thrusts from behind forced Judy’s tongue deeper into Jane’s pussy. This new pulsation was too much for Jane, who erupted in orgasm, bucking her groin further into Judy’s face and grasping the side of Judy’s head in delight. Judy was beginning to reach that stage herself and began pushing back against Jim with her thighs. This symphony of pulsations continued until each of the women had orgasmed thrice and Jim finally went limp inside of Judy. Jim unfastened Judy’s cuffs, although he did not take them off, and the three adults collapsed on the bed. After their heavy breathing subsided, the three snuggled up together, with Judy in the middle. Jim reached over and turned off the light as Jane whispered in Judy’s ear “You are going to make a wonderful new addition to our family.” They fell asleep in each other’s arms.