Sweet Captivity

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Sweet Captivity

He swished the pretty silken panties one more time, paying close attention to be sure any stains had been washed away. As he stood there at the sink, he felt a dribble of pee escape into his thick diapers. Satisfied that the panties were as clean and fresh as new, he swished the panties through the wash water one more time, then emptied the basin and replaced the wash water with clean rinse water. The poop in the back of his diaper clung to him as he bent to swish the panties, rinsing the soapy water from them. He loved the feel of the panties in his hands; they were so soft and silky to his touch. He thought back to memories of wearing underwear. He couldn’t quite remember the feeling of them, but it didn’t matter. His diapers gave him a feeling of safety and security he wouldn’t want to give up.

He looked outside at the bright sunny day with a distant memory of once being allowed out of doors. The chain at his shoulders reminded him of his captivity and servitude. It looped around his neck down to the chain which circled his waist, then down through his crotch insuring he could not take off his playsuit without the small padlock being unlocked. He hoped Mistress would come home early today for lunch; he was off schedule and had not moved his bowels when he first awoke in his crib this morning. That meant that he’d have to wait for Mistress to change him at lunch-time. Lunch-time changes always upset her, since it broke into her schedule. Surely he’d be punished for this transgression.

Trying not to think of this, he returned to dusting. He’d try to do an extra special job of cleaning this morning in the hopes it would impress Mistress and keep his punishment to a minimum. He was already very happy that Mistress had been in a good mood this morning. She believed in what she called ‘natural consequences’ and had once left him bound in his crib in his dirty, wet diaper for thirty-six hours straight. He winced as he remembered the searing pain of the diaper rash. She told him he did it to himself and he believed her. He knew that if it pleased her again at any time, for any reason, he would be subjected to other ‘natural consequences’ such as being locked into his crib in his hog-tie harness, left in wet and/or messy diapers for long periods of time, made to walk on the treadmill in the cellar for twice or three times his normal exercise period in extra-thick but very wet diapers. These were only a few of the things that he endured as a ‘natural consequence’ of his misbehaviors. He wondered what she had in mind for him today as he finished rinsing her beautiful panties and neatly hung them to dry on a rack in the bathroom. By the time he was done dusting, he heard the car in the driveway, the garage door opening, then the door to the garage being unlocked. Security was tight in this house. It was his fault, she said. He couldn’t be trusted. This was a result of his own inability to accept his fate, she told him. He’d given up long ago, but he accepted her reasoning that he was just a misbehaving little baby and couldn’t be trusted.

She breezed into the kitchen saying, “Well, where’s my lunch? You are late with it again, you little shit. Don’t you have any respect for me?” He would have responded that it was all ready to serve, but the ever present pacifier blocked his mouth and he knew better than to speak to Mistress directly anyway. If she’d meant him to answer, she would have told him. He rushed to bring her plate to the table and then poured a fresh cup of tea for her.

“I can tell by the smell in here that you’ve resolved your problem of this morning. I really don’t feel like dealing with it, but I suppose I must. Go to your room and stand in your corner until I’m finished lunch. Your stink is just too much for me. When will you learn to be a decent baby? Oh never mind. Just go!” He bowed his head in deference and slunk off up the stairs and into his punishment corner. Thirty minutes later he heard steps on the stairs.

She came into the room and told him to step over to her. She retrieved a key from her pocket and unlocked a drawer. Removing a set of small keys on a ring, she reached to his back and released the small lock holding the chain over his play suit. He obediently removed the chain, placing it carefully on the counter by the changing table.

“I’m glad to see you didn’t soil your play-suit. You can wear that again this afternoon. Take it off now.”

He undid the snaps all the way down the front, but since he was going to wear it again, left the crotch snaps done. He pulled it down and carefully slid it over the thick ball of diapers around his waist. He liked this playsuit best; it was long sleeved for the cool early spring temperatures and had pictures of his favorite Sesame Street characters all over the white cotton background. The tight elastic legs kept his diaper panties hidden and the cute little Peter Pan collar kept the chain from chafing his neck as he cleaned around the house. When he had placed the playsuit neatly on top of the chains, Mistress took another key and unlocked the chain on his outer, locking diaper panties. Loosening the waist, he pulled them down his legs and placed them on the counter next to the playsuit.

Without prompting, he turned and walked to the bathroom. Mistress followed him and he could sense the glare of her anger at the extra disturbance of a messy diaper. In the bathroom, he undid the snaps on his inner plastic panties and set them aside to rinse later. Again he turned to Mistress, who took a third key and unlocked the locking diaper pins on his outer diaper. He then was allowed to remove the outer diaper. He could feel that the front and crotch was very wet. He then unpinned the double thick inner cloth diaper which of course was thoroughly soaked. The front was stained deep yellow and there were smudges of brown on the back. He looked in the large mirror in front of him and saw the condition of his Attends disposable diaper. Drops of moisture crept from the pinholes punctured in the plastic cover and the inner padding clumped into the crotch in a wet mass. This always happened with Attends, but were better than store brands which she sometimes bought for him as a cost saver.

He pulled at the tapes then reached behind in time to catch the back of the disposable and wiped down his butt as best he could. The poop had smeared, but thankfully had some form. Carefully flicking the huge lump of poop into the toilet, he set the filthy diaper on the counter and taking a handful of toilet paper, reached behind and wiped gobs of poop still sticking to his bottom. He repeated this several times before he reached into the sink for the warm wet washcloth waiting for him. Raising a leg, he tried to use the mirror to clean himself as best he could. Alternately rinsing the cloth and wiping his backside, he finally determined he was clean. He took a small towel and dried his crotch then under the continuing stare of Mistress, flushed the toilet and walked back into his room. He stood at the changing table until Mistress gave him permission to climb onto the fresh stack of diapers he had prepared for himself earlier in the morning. A light cover of baby powder lay on them and wafted into his senses; he’d come to love the scent because it meant clean dry diapers. Yes, he’d come not only to accept diapers but to actually look forward to a change.

With her permission, he laid back on the changing table, carefully positioning himself just right on the large pile of cloth. He heard the familiar smack of latex exam gloves then felt the cool sensuous flow of baby oil. She worked it in liberally around his hairless diaper area being sure not to incite a full erection as she lathered oil around his penis and balls. “OK, baby. I’ve decided to give you some help this afternoon with your bowels.” He wasn’t sure what this would mean until she retrieved something from one of the drawers next to the changing table. She grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the glass cabinet above the counter and he could now see the huge tampon being taken from its wrapping and wiped into the jar of Vaseline. He grunted as it was pushed passed his little rosebud deeply into his bottom. He knew it would keep him from another accident this afternoon and also that his transgression would be remembered well with every movement until he was allowed to pull the dangling string and the attached tampon from his bottom.

He waited for the inner cloth diapers to be drawn up, but instead Mistress said, “I noticed on the security camera that you spent a little more time than necessary with my panties this morning. You dirty little boy!” He wanted to tell her they were a little stained and he was only trying to get them especially clean for her, but could only suck on his pacifier. “Well, if you like panties so much, I guess I’ll let you enjoy yours.” She crossed the room to a large dresser and opening a drawer, pulled out a bright pair of pink panties.

“Here. I’m going to put your pretty sissy panties on you since you can’t seem to give up your past.” She pulled them up his legs and forced him to raise his bottom to accept them tightly over his well oiled diaper area. “There. Now when you wet, you’ll be wetting your cute little sissy panties, won’t you? Remember when I caught you in these for the first time? Things are much better now, aren’t they, Baby?” His well-conditioned response was a polite nod.

It had been a year and a half now since his wife had come home unexpectedly and caught him in their bathroom with these panties on, masturbating. He’d had quite a collection of sissy panties he enjoyed wearing from time to time. He was so careful to keep them hidden, but now he was found out! Before he knew it, she had taken several pictures with her cell phone. She was furious with him and he was as repentant as he could possibly be. They’d gone to a marriage counselor, who urged them to explore their true inner feelings toward each other. Still their relationship suffered. They gave up on the counseling with him becoming more and more withdrawn and her becoming more angry with him.

Two months later, she had discovered a website which was to change their lives forever. She’d soon given him an ultimatum which was no choice at all. Either he’d sign an agreement to continue their marriage in the way she saw fit, or she would send the pictures to his boss, all his friends and post them on the internet. He feared being found out by his friends horribly. Further, he and his wife were living largely off her inherited income and he knew his job wasn’t enough on its own to keep him going, what with the alimony she threatened to extract from him. For all these reasons, he’d signed the agreement in a flash, at the same time feeling that they could certainly work out their problems if given a little time and with him working at whatever conditions she might expect of him.

He never even read the agreement nor did he know what he was letting himself in for. He’d signed away all adult rights; he’d signed a paper acknowledging he had lost his ability to function on his own and gave her full legal rights over every aspect of his life. Instead of keeping his job and working on their marriage, he’d been forced into this new life. She was Mistress and he was a Diaper-Slave. It had taken months for the full transformation to take place, but he’d had no choice and he knew it.

By this time, he was well accustomed to being diapered. He knew well the feeling as his thick cloth diapers were drawn up through his legs and pulled tight, held by the locking diaper pins. The snap of the lock reminded him of his captivity. Next came the snap-on panties which he had earlier placed under the pile of cloth diapers. Once those were snapped on, she slid up his locking plastic panties. The legs on these were very tight and even if he could get to them he could not slip his fingers past the tight elastic. He obediently rolled onto his side so she could draw the chain tight and snap the little padlock shut in the small of his back.

He was then allowed to stand and dress himself in his playsuit. Under her direct and very demeaning supervision, he was ‘allowed’ to replace and lock the set of chains holding his playsuit in place and preventing any possibility of his removing it. They both realized the redundancy of all the locks, but the process served its intended purpose of making him feel totally helpless and controlled.

She followed him back into the bathroom to watch him clean up the mess left behind. He didn’t need the verbal reminders from her of the feeling of the tampon within him, nor did he need her comments about the comparison of rinsing her silky panties and the filthy poopy washcloth. Neither did he need her comments about what it would feel like when he peed again, peeing those little pink sissy panties of his with the little bows as each leg and at the top of the front. Even so, she mocked him for his baby behavior as he could feel a release within. He’d done it again. He’d peed his panties. The cute little sissy panties which had given him such sexual excitement now were simply a sign of his shame. While he couldn’t really feel the difference as he first wet, he knew what he was doing and he felt every ounce of the humiliation she’d intended. This wasn’t pleasant, but there could be worse. Once she had made him wear them when he pooped and he had to work long and hard to clean them. She dominated him in such a way that he was actually happy when a punishment wasn’t quite as bad as one from the past.

He was grateful when she returned to work, because then he was allowed to remove his pacifier and drink one of the three required baby bottles of juice for the afternoon. He took it and went to his crib. He pushed the time release button on the mechanism that allowed him to enter the crib before self-locking for the prescribed amount of time. When the time was up, a bell rang in case he’d fallen asleep which often happened. He’d get out and continue his chores before returning for the next bottle.

In the crib, he could feel the intruding tampon move and he could sense the wetness of his sissy panties, by now well soaked. They held the wetness close to his skin a little more than just diapers and the tightness of them as they clung to him reminded him of what a bad person he really was. When he was up and doing his afternoon load of diaper wash, the tampon and wet panties were a continuing reminder burning into his mind. He was so brainwashed that he thought of Mistress and was so very thankful for all she did for him.

He had come to accept himself as a poor excuse for a human being; someone who wasn’t worthy of the good treatment and care lavished on him by Mistress. He thought of how terrible it would be if he had to continue on his old path in life and if he’d been foolish enough not to agree to his present living arrangement. After his third required bottle of the afternoon, he began preparing dinner for Mistress according to her strict instructions. Just before she was to arrive home, he warmed his evening meal of baby oatmeal with a side dish of strained vegetables. This wasn’t baby food as such, but rather food he’d prepared himself, pureeing Mistresses leftovers from the previous evening. He no longer was allowed to eat food fit for adults. He peed his diapers, dressed like a baby and slept in a crib; he’d been rescued from a depraved life by his loving wife turned Mistress and was happy to be allowed this much. When he finished his dinner, he climbed down from his adult-sized highchair, wiped the tray clean and put his dishes into the dishwasher.

When Mistress arrived, he had her glass of wine ready for her and she nicely allowed him to sit on the floor in the family room as she watched her favorite evening TV. When she was ready, he got up and brought in her dinner and poured her more wine. When she was done, he took away her dishes, cleaned up in the kitchen and returned to the floor of the family room.

When she was tired of TV, she told him to crawl after her. Since it was a week night and her new lover was out of town on a business trip, she was in need of pleasuring. She led him to her bedroom and removed her clothes down to her bra and panties. “Come here, Baby, and make my panties wet – like your sissy panties must be now!” Knowing just what was expected, he crawled over to the bed where she lay and proceeded to suck her love lips through the delicate panties. Soon he could taste the sweetness of her own juices mixing with the moisture he was providing and he could sense her rising passion.

She pushed his head away for a moment, drew down her panties and pulled him back into her. He worked his tongue feverishly as she bucked with pleasure finally shrieking out in a glorious climax. He knew his job well; twice more he brought her to climax before slipping off the bed to lie on the floor waiting her instructions.

When she had recovered, she led him down the hall to his room where he was undressed and allowed to retrieve the tampon from his tired hole. He cleaned himself under her watchful stares then diapered for the night in extra heavy diapers. Since his room was kept cooler than the rest of the house, he was put in a footed sleeper which also had attached thumbless mittens. The lock at the neck of the sleeper was superfluous but again the redundancy of the security was a psychological tool rather than one of a physical nature. Once ready for the night, he was led to his crib where he once again pressed the time release button, crawled in and listened to the barred sides and top slide shut and lock with a heavy clank.

Mistress explained she was setting the timer for an hour earlier in the morning since she would be allowing him an enema to clean himself out and prevent another situation such as today’s. He hated the enemas but realized that these were a natural consequence of his failure to behave as he should. He curled up in his crib, holding onto his teddy bear and felt a release of pee into his diaper. Yes, he certainly was fortunate to be here with Mistress. Such sweet captivity…

[sissysusie1]

I loved the story and hope you can add another chapter.Perhaps you could mention the sissies penis size ...3 inches?

It would be nice for the sissy baby girl to see his wife/mommy getting screwed by her well endowed lover....nice thick 8 inch cock.Obviously he is dressed in his nappy,plastic pants ,frilly pink satin panties and his short pink chiffon babydoll nightie with her white moist silky panties over his head and face.How humiliating would that be?

Great story.

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sissysusie, I don't know if this will be of interest, but I'm going to start posting the 'prequel' to Sweet Captivity...

Sweet Captivity – How it came to be…

You may have read about the little boy’s Sweet Captivity. This is the prequel. He doesn’t remember much of this himself, but it all really happened.

Some parts of the story will be inconsistent, but I changed them to make the story more interesting (at least to me!). The first part is semi-autobiographical – though I haven’t been caught (yet…) by my wife. And I doubt severely she’d react even as well as ‘Mistress!’

Chapter One: Beginnings

It all started when he was in seventh grade. He was a shy kid. While he had a lot of friends who were girls, he didn’t have a girl friend and probably wouldn’t have known what to do if he did – few seventh graders did back then. At any rate, he used to look forward to gym class or any chance he had to pass along outside the gym and look in at the girls’ gym classes. It wasn’t the girls so much, but their cute blue gym suits. Yeah, that may sound strange, but he loved to see their gym suits. They were a skirted suit – the top with little short sleeves and a little collar with snaps down the front and an attached skirt. It was tied at the waist with a belt. Some of the skirts hung down almost to the girl’s knees but others were pretty short. Underneath there were little bloomer panties – elastic at the legs and three buttons part way down one side holding together the elasticized waist.

He used to love to watch the girls when one might do a cartwheel or when they’d be made to do handstands. At times like those, he could get a great view of their bloomers! Basketball games were fun too, since the cheerleaders had to use their gym bloomers under their little skirts. Of course the girls hated the gym suits, but they just fascinated him. On the last day of school that year, he was asked to empty the trash can in his homeroom. The trip took him all the way down toward the custodian’s office. Imagine his thrill, when he noticed that someone had tossed a pair of bloomers in the trash! Of course, he snuck them into his locker and then home. How lucky he was that they fit him perfectly! The elastic around the legs felt delicious and he loved doing up the buttons on the side to lock him in. He’d slip on a pair of pants over them then sneak to the bathroom to masturbate. How he loved his bloomers! Guilt eventually caused him to toss them, but he couldn’t rid himself of his desire.

Later as an adult, he managed to find ads for gym suits and eventually bought one through the mail – they didn’t have the same skirted suit, but it still excited him to slip it on. Soon he realized his outfit wasn’t complete without girl panties, so he got up my nerve and bought his first pair. They were pretty much ‘granny-pants’ and not very exciting but it got him started.

As time went on, he found that the Salvation Army thrift stores were a good place to shop for old used gym suits. He bought several – of many different styles, finally getting one just like he’d drooled over in junior high and high school. Of course, he needed more panties and gradually got up his courage to buy nice silky pairs at fancy department stores and even Victoria’s Secret. You just know that he’d have to graduate to bras as well, and so he did. He’d developed quite a stash of gym suits and underwear. He’d wear every time his wife went out and he took to taking sick days as well, just to be able to dress up in his silky, slinky bra and panties and then slide on one of his gym suits. In time, he finally added a set of breast enhancers to his wardrobe to fill his bra and while he never looked overly endowed, it completed the picture in his own imagination. He loved it!

He’d dress up every chance he got. Whenever he got his special clothes out, he’d immediately get a hard-on. He’d stretch things out as long as he could and then give himself a delicious treat – he’d stroke his ‘breasts’ with one hand while his other hand would raise the skirt of his gym suit and slip into the elastic waist of the bloomers to caress the sweet silk of his panties. He’d carefully avoid dirtying them but even so, often ended up having to wash and iron his cute little gym suits because of the explosive orgasms he would enjoy.

There were times when he was afraid he’d been found out. His wife would come home unexpectedly and he’d have to dash to change out of his special outfits. A few times he was almost positive she’d seen him, but she never said a thing, so he figured his secret was safe. He’d hidden his stash pretty well, but still there were times when he wondered if his wife could tell. Finally guilt got the better of him and he rid himself of all his gym suits – he told himself he’d outgrown them and would have a better marriage without them. Hah!

As we all know, people like him suffer these binge and purge cycles. The problem was that years had passed and these old style gym suits just weren’t around anywhere. He’d scope out ebay only to be outbid on the very few he found. Finally he settled for a cute little mini skirt. He’d scoffed up an old bra his wife had thrown out – the elastic was a little shot but worked for him. His breast forms had been tossed with the gym suits, so he’d stuff the cups with socks. He’d found some really nice panties on ebay and had stocked up on those. He’d even wear those to work now and then. He had quite a collection of colors and styles; he just loved the feeling of soft, silky panties.

Chapter Two: A Surprise!

Things all came to a head when he found himself at home alone one day dressed in his cute little mini-skirt with smooth creamy satin panties on. He had one of his own tee-shirts on but with his bra underneath. He was wondering around the house, when all of a sudden, the door to the garage opened and his wife walked in! He hadn’t heard her car or the door on the garage. It didn’t matter! There he stood, frozen in his best outfit!

She looked at him with a surprised look (to say the least) and said, “So, you’ve finally decided to come out of the closet and wear in front of me, huh?”

“What? I…I…umm…well…” he stammered. His face was a blur of red. He was so embarrassed. He loved his wife and never wanted to hurt her. This urge to dress was stronger than he could handle, though. He’d thrown out his gym suits partly because he’d been afraid something would happen to him and his stash would be found in his absence. He didn’t want his wife to have to go through that. Now here he was standing in front of her dressed in miniskirt, panties and bra.

“Well,” she said with a smirk, “I’ve got to admit you’re kind of cute like that!”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” was all he could say.

“Oh don’t give me that. You’re only sorry I caught you. You had to know it was inevitable. I’ve done my best to ignore your little games – now it’s too bad you’ve thrown out all your nice gym suits. I’d love to see how they looked on you.”

“Wha… Huh…”

“Are you kidding me? You thought I didn’t know about you? You’re as clueless as you thought I was! Actually, I’ve been kind of anxious for you to slip up and get caught. Now you won’t have to sneak around.”

“I won’t wear this stuff again. I promise. I’ll throw it all out. We can start all over…”

She interrupted him, “No, you won’t throw it out. I said I think you’re cute dressed like that. Remember when I said I’d walk out on you if I ever caught you in my bra and panties? Well, I just didn’t want you stretching out my underwear! I like the way you look and so from now on, you’ve got my permission to dress like that.”

He was so confused he didn’t know what to say. He was still terrified and worried about her reaction, but as he listened to her he just didn’t know what to think. “Y..You mean you want me to wear this stuff? Really? You don’t mind?”

“Mind? No. It’s who you are inside that counts. Not what you wear on the outside. Really. Now why don’t you get us each a glass of wine and let’s sit down and have some girl talk.”

He was in too much shock to pick up on the idea that she wanted him to get her some wine; let alone the part about ‘girl talk.’ Even though the thought of being able to wear in front of her excited him, something bothered him. “No, I can’t. I’ve got to take this stuff off. I’m so sorry. I can’t do this in front of you,” he stammered.

“No. You’ll get the wine and you’ll sit down with me. Now. I mean it,” she said sternly.

“I’m so embarrassed. This is crazy. I know I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ll make it up to you. I’m so sorry. Let me go change and I’ll get your wine. Really. We need to talk.”

“Oh, we’ll talk alright. NOW! Get the wine NOW. Sit down NOW. You are in no position to argue with me unless you want your little tricks to get out to your boss and your friends. I’m NOT mad now, but if you don’t stop being a baby about this, I’ll be plenty mad and you’ll be plenty sorry. I’ve got pictures of all your stuff. Do you want me showing them around?” she said sharply. Then she lightened up and smiled, “Let’s let this be our little secret. Now relax and get the wine.”

As uncomfortable as he was, he got two glasses and poured some Chardonnay – her favorite – and brought it to her in the family room. “There, was that so bad? That skirt is cute. You look sexy in a nice short skirt like that, but we can shop for some other things for you as well. Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to go out of the house dressed – well, except for your panties. We’ll throw away all your silly man undies. Tomorrow is Saturday and we can go shopping together. I could use some new lingerie too. Won’t that be fun?”

He was still in shock. “Uhhh…I don’t know. I’m not sure I can do this. Are…are you sure about this? You really want me to wear panties?”

“All the time. And while you’re home, a bra and either a blouse and skirt or a dress. Yes. That little skirt is cute for some times and we’ll get some other little kilts and other miniskirts. I won’t make you wear heels, but we’ll get you some nice girly flats at least. We’ll work up to it. Are you OK with that?” she asked.

“I’m not sure if I can get used to wearing women’s clothes in front of you. It has always been something ‘naughty’ I’ve done – exciting because it’s taboo. But I’m kind of excited by the idea as well,” he said, sipping on his wine.

She came over and sat next to him. She sipped her wine and put her hand on his knee. It electrified him. She looked into his eyes and he felt her hand slide up his leg – up under his skirt. He shivered as he felt her hand touch his panties. She moved her head to his and they kissed. “Come on, Sweetie, let’s go do something about this lump in your panties,” she said.

After they got up from having the wildest sex in months, she looked at him and said, “Wow! That was great! If I’d known it would be like this I would have put you in a bra and panties on our honeymoon! But, if you’re going to be wearing a skirt, even just around here, you’d better shave those legs.”

He looked at her and said, “Are you kidding? I don’t know. Someone is going to notice.” Secretly he was excited. He had wanted to shave all his body hair, but knew it could never happen.

“Oh, absolutely. And under your arms as well – all us girls shave under our arms. Come to think of it, you should just shave it all. Lots of guys do that now anyway. No one will think a thing about it. Come on. Let’s shower together and I’ll help you right now.”

They got half way through shaving and they were having sex in the shower again. He was hornier than he could imagine. Finally, sated sexually and completely shaved, he got out of the shower. Without thinking he went to my drawers and got out a pair of boxers.

“Silly, not those! Where are your panties?” she said. She walked over, took the boxers out of his hand and tossed them into the trash can.

“Oh, yeah,” he said as he went to his closet where his stash of panties sat.

“Oh put on the little pink ones. Those are so cute!” she said.

He slid them on and tingled as he felt the sensation of his silk panties on his shaved body. He reached over and put on his little sports skirt – he was almost exploding with the sensation of the skirt on his shaved legs. He was in heaven.

“Now your bra. Maybe we can get you some breast forms later, but for now I guess those socks will have to do. And I guess your tee shirts will have to do for this evening. Tomorrow we go shopping!” She helped him adjust the bra and stuff the socks so it gave a more realistic impression of breasts as he slid his tee-shirt on.

[sissysusie1]

Hi Diaperpt can't believe its been 4 years since my last comment.

I love the story very much and enjoy the whole sissy cuckold element and humiliation.

Have you thought of writing more on this topic?

I go on sissykiss often and I'm sure this story would be well recieved on there.Would love more humiliation including penis size of sissy and wifes lover,frilly pink satin panties ...plastic lined of course oh and what about cute college girl babysitter?