A Story I Did Not Write But I Must Share 2

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this is my fav. story part 2 and as far as I no it is no longer avaible on the web the site I found it is no longer up and had no auther so Mind Mistress who ever you are thank you

Shelagh - The Mind Mistress 2

Summary:

Mikey had accepted a bet with a dominatrix and hypnotist, Shelagh, that

she couldn't make him wet his pants or act like a baby in two weeks.

He lost. In fact he was progressively being turned into a complete baby

under Shelagh and her helper's control. In less than a month he was

completely incontinent, and feeling and acting like a toddler.

Shelagh had to leave for a 3 week trip around thanksgiving to do her stage

shows, and had a special plan in mind for Mikey, with Sharon's help.

Back to the Story:

After the first couple of days, life seemed to be a lot more fun. Sharon

or mommy would wake me up in the morning, give me a nice bottle, and

change my wet, messy diaper, then feed me my breakfast in the high

chair. Then I got to play until nap time around 10:00, when I got a

fresh diaper, and another big bottle of warm milk, or juice.

I didn't like all the naps, but always felt happy when I woke up, and

ready to play with Sharon, who was becoming my playmate as well as my

nanny.

As time went on, I kept feeling "different", and soon needed more and

more help with things. I couldn't get the buttons on my sailor suit done

up, and finally mommy said I'd have to wear the little baby clothes with

the snaps for mommy or Sharon to do up for me. I certainly couldn't

change my own diapers now, and had to ask Sharon or mommy to be changed

no matter where we were, by saying "Mommy didee peepee or didee poopoo",

which I was having even more and more trouble saying.

When mommy left for her trip, there was a lot of tears, but finally I

settled in for my nap, as mommy talked to Sharon.

"Now remember, continue to regression tape for 3 more nights, then start

phase two for 5 days and nights. We'll see how he feels about being in

diapers after that.

If he reacts properly, start phase three. I'll finish phase three and

the rest of my special programming for the show when I get back.

Remember, now this is very important. I want him ready for the show in

five weeks. I notice you're getting a little sweet on Mikey. Remember

he's just a BIG baby, not a real cute little cuddler.

If you mess up, you know what's in store for you !!"

That afternoon, Sharon and I played in the park and then in the

playroom. I seemed to be wet all the time, and she teased me about what

a wet baby I'd become, but always said she loved changing my wet didees,

so go ahead and wet all I could. I was really tired by bed time, and

almost drifted off as nanny gave me my second bottle and turned on the

pretty music.

The next morning I really felt different. I was wet, hungry, messy and

wanted out of the dark. I started yelling for Sharon, but all that came

out was somehting like NAAAAAA, then finally in frustration I started

bawling my eyes out.

Sharon came running in thinking I'd killed myself or something, and

started to laugh as I tried to get up out of the wet, smelly mess under

me, but could hardly pull myself up with the crib rails. This just made

me even more frustrated and I started crying harder.

Finally, Sharon calmed me down, slid a changing pad under me, and gave

me a bottle of warm milk to calm me down. As she slipped the wet, messy

diaper into my diaper pail, and lovingly cleaned me up, I noticed I

really felt different. Less co-ordinated and sure of myself. Her hair

was pretty and spidery as it tickled my tummy and face while she changed

me and I was cooing as she washed me off with the warm cloth.

Finally, instead of putting a fresh diaper on me, she lifted me out of

the crib [kind of a half pull and lift], and helped me to my feet. I was

quite wobbly and had to hold her hand for balance, but she led me over

to the mirror at one side of my room. As I looked in the mirror, I was

amazed at what I saw.

Instead of a grown man, there was a baby of about 1 year of age looking

back. A cute, chubby baby on unsteady legs, sucking a soother, and bare

as the day he was born. As Sharon noticed my intent gaze in the mirror

she began saying soothingly

"Look Mikey, that's baby Mikey in there. See how he's a little baby now.

Small and cuddly for Sharon and mommy. And look at his little baby

thingie. So cute and tiny. Like a little worm."

As my gaze was directed to my "thingie", I also noticed my thingie was

leaking, and I was piddling helplessly on the floor. Sharon started to

laugh again and said "My, my what a little baby. Piddling on the floor.

We should have put baby's didee on, but then he couldn't see his baby

thingie and know what a little baby he'd become." and then she helped me

into the shower.

Only as we got ready to shower did I notice Sharon was wearing diapers.

As she pulled of her top, and slid down her plastic panties, I reached

up from the floor and touched the front of her wet diaper. She liltingly

said "That's right Mikey, nanny wears diapers too, just like baby Mikey,

until mommy gets home. Nanny's a big girl but has to wear diapers like

baby Mikey so she remembers to change all Mikey's wet, messy diapers.

Now lets get your shower."

By the time my shower was over, Sharon got me into fresh diapers and

panties and a playsuit and I had my breakfast of pablum and a bottle of

formula, I was a baby. Completely, utterly and totally a baby.

I couldn't talk, walk unaided or do almost anything for myself. I was

totally dependent on mommy or nanny for all my needs, AND I soon learned

all I had to do was start crying and nanny came to cuddle me or give me

a bottle. I seemed to get lots of bottles.

At first I didn't like my naps, but soon they seemed necessary and I

began looking forward to naptime with the pretty music and feeling more

and more loved, more and more the cute, helpless little baby mommy and

Sharon wanted.

Time became meaningless. All I know is eventually, I couln't even crawl,

and seemed to spend most of my time in my playpen or crib, sucking on a

bottle or having a nap. Little babies need lots of naps and I was a very

little baby.

Eventually, I began to feel different again. More grown up, and

beginning to do things for myself. I could even change my diapers, and

was beginning to dislike wearing diapers. I asked nanny to help me stop

wearing diapers and to be like the other grown up boys and girls, and

she helped me.

Potty training wasn't fun, in fact it was quite boring, but eventually I

was staying dry most days, but still wearing diapers to bed at night.

Nanny said it would be a few years before I would be able to stay dry

and clean at night. At least the other boys and girls didn't tease me

about wearing baby diapers anymore.

Then, one day, I wet my pants while playing outside. Nanny scolded me

and made me come in and change. Then she made me put on training pants,

like little toddlers wear. I fussed about this, but finally she got mad

and said "Either the training pants or diapers for you mister. I'll not

have you wetting the furniture or floor. And if you wet your trainers,

then it's back into diapers until you can prove you're ready for big boy

pants again."

Mid afternoon, I came streaking into the house, only to be met by Sharon

looking very cross. She grabbed my arm and stopped me saying "Where the

hell do you think you're going in such a hurry.

"I gotta go !!" I screamed, but by then it was too late. I was already

wetting my pants, and as I let go helplessly, a puddle began to form on

the floor.

"Well, I guess you know what this means pissy pants. Diapers for you for

a while. I'm surprised at you. Ten years old and wetting your pants like

a baby. Why I wouldn't be surprised if you started wetting and messing

like a newborn again. You've always been such a big baby, and babies

wear diapers."

As she dragged me into the bedroom to get changed, I kept shouting I

wasn't a baby, and I wasn't going to wear diapers like a baby, but then

suddenly felt something different, as I sat down to make it harder for

her to drag me.

I'd mess my pants !!!! In all the excitement and kicking and fussing,

not only had I wet my pants, I'd messed them. All the fight went out of

me then.

Sharon only said "My oh my !! Not a baby, eh ! Wetting and MESSING in

your pants. I think we'll just let you think about this for a bit. Into

the bathroom with you first, while I get your baby diapers out of the

closet to replace your big boy undies."

As she led me to the bathroom, she put the top down on my potty and told

me to SIT. As I shamefully obeyed, the mess spread around on my bottom,

and the smell made me cry.

She must have left me snivelling there for about half an hour, feeling

quite dejected at the smelly gooey mess in my pants. When she finally

came back, she was all 'no nonsense' as she said "Now into the shower

with you and rinse out your smelly pants, then get good and clean. We

don't want you getting a bad diaper rash do we !!"

I was so humiliated I started to cry again, which only got me a smack on

my wet, messy backside and a push into the shower. The smell and

stickiness was disgusting, but finally my pants were rinsed out and I

was clean.

Sharon led me back into my room, and there on the bed was a big, baby

print diaper and frilly plastic panties laid out. I started to struggle

and kick up a fuss, but she gave me a smack on the bottom and told me to

get up on the bed and stop snivelling like a whiny baby.

When I started to protest about the diaper style, she said "That's all

we've got for babies. We didn't expect a 10 year old boy to be wearing

these again. These were for when you were a little baby and diapers and

panties were meant to be cute. Now they're for service, since you seem

to have gone backwards in your toilet training. "

As she tucked the diaper under me, then spread baby powder on me and

fastened the diaper between my legs, I began to feel more and more

humiliated. After she pulled on the panties, she had me stand up in

front of the mirror, and I saw the very babyish print of the diaper thru

the clear front panel of the plastic panties, then the frilly printed

backside of the panties and started to cry "These are for a baby girl."

"No they're just for a little baby, to be cute. And of course they're

extra absorbent, since you were such a heavy wetter when you were a

little baby.

Now, after all that fussing and carrying on, I think you need a nap.

Let's see if you're in a better mood after your nap. And try and stay

dry at least until dinner. Just 'cuz you're wearing diapers doesn't mean

you have to use them like a baby.

If you can stay dry for a day, then I'll put you back in trainers, then

into your regular 'big boy' underwear. But if you wet your diapers you'll

stay in diapers for 3 days for each time you wet them. AND, you'll do

your own laundry at the laundromat near the corner store. Now off to bed

with you !!"

Whiningly, I crawled into bed for my nap. Sharon, turned down the lights

and turned on some light music to help me calm down. As she left and

closed the door, she said "Nitee nite Babykins."

I was tired after all, and found myself curling up and becoming kind of

dreamy and relaxed. As I drifted off to sleep, the last thing I

remembered was feeling my thumb at my lips and thinking "Funny, but I'd

like to suck my thumb !!"

-the Plot Thickens-

Later, Sharon came in and gently turned off the music and tape. She

smiled as she looked in at the curled, up sleeping form, thumb gently

placed in the mouth and gentle suckling motions obvious. As she peered

closer, she could easily see the front of the diaper was quite wet ans

she hoped Mistress Shelagh knew what she was doing. A few more days of

this and Mikey'd be wetting and messing like a newborn, and feeling

terribly ashamed and humiliated by his lack of control, as a grown boy

having to wear diapers and using diapers just like a little baby.

As she gently pulled up the chair and started to read the script Shelagh

had told her to read, she felt really bad, knowing this was going to be

a very unpleasant experience these next few days for little Mikey.

She started to read haltingly, but as she wet her own diaper, began more

earnestly "Only little babies wet and mess in diapers. Only little

babies should wear diapers. Anyone who wear and wets diapers past the

age of three should feel ashamed and humiliated by their babyish lack of

control.

You were once toilet trained and could wear big boy underwear and stay

dry for hours without going to the bathroom. Now you don't even know

when you have to go to the bathroom and wet your pants or mess you pants

helplessly and uncontrollably.

Only babies wet and mess in their pants and that's why babies wear

diapers. Only babies should wear diapers. As long as you wet or mess in

your pants you must wear diapers like a little baby.

You know you were once toilet trained, but can no longer remember how to

use a toilet or why to use a toilet. Because you are wearing diapers you

are no longer aware of the need to go pee or to go poo, and and you know

you cannot stop your bladder or bowels from emptying.

The longer you wear diapers the more you will lose any remaining control

and the more you will wet and mess uncontrollably like a little baby."

She repeated this about ten times, then got a big bottle of warm

cranberry juice and slipped the nipple gently between Mikey's lips. She

smiled at how naturally he began sucking the nipple, and gently rolled

onto his back.

As he was about 1/3 through the bottle she heard, then saw him wetting

his diaper, and smiled to herself "In his sleep he feels and acts just

like a little baby. Sucking his bottle contentedly, and wetting his

diapers easily and naturally. With the hypnosis he loves the feelings of

wetting a diaper, especially as a baby.

When he wakes up though, he'll feel much differently about wetting in

diapers."

She put another tape in the player and gently pulled the door shut. She

took the next two tapes with her to hear what Mikey's new programming

was to prepare him for.

As she listened to the first tape, she reflected on what she knew about

Mikey. He'd lost some bet with Shelagh when she had made him wet his

pants, then had moved in with Shelagh to help her with the research she

was doing, and Shelagh was also using hypnosis to help him enjoy some

special fetish he had about wanting to be "babied".

She'd met him just before he moved in, and Shelagh had made him tell her

that he was a closet big baby, a grown man who like to dress up and play

that he was a baby sometimes. He said he wore diapers sometimes and that

he actually wet them sometimes. Sharon knew some of Shelagh's other

clients were wearing diapers, but she thought they were all being

punished by being made to wear diapers and use them like babies.

She remembered the one weekend about a year ago, when the two smartass

rich kids and a girl from one of Shelagh's shows had spent a weekend at

the house. Sharon had been asked to assist with the programming and

cleanup.

She'd seen the two young men begin acting like little boys, then two

year olds all within one evening. Then she'd been awakened by the two

men crying like toddlers and went in to find they'd wet their beds. When

Shelagh came in she just said to put them in diapers and turn on the

tape on the shelf, then check on the girl. The girl too was wet, but

she was already wearing diapers, and sucking on a big penis shaped

pacifier.

Shelagh let Sharon watch as she talked to the girl after having Sharon

change her into thick diapers again, and Sharon was shocked as she heard

Shelagh tell the girl she would want to keep wearing diapers and to wet

her diapers like a little baby. And just like a little baby the girl

would want to suck, especially on penis shaped things like a nice hard

cock.

As Shelagh went on, the girl seemed to suck more hungrily on the

imitation cock, then Shelagh told Sharon to gently rub the front of the

girl's diaper until Shelagh said to stop. As Sharon started to rub the

front of the girl's diaper, the girls started sucking harder and

squirming against Sharon's hand. Then Sharon felt a warm, wetness

spreading across the front of the diaper and realized the girl was

wetting her diaper.

In seconds the girl was in the throes of an orgasm and Sharon jumped

back startled.

Shelagh laughed and said "I think she'll feel a lot differently now

about sucking cock, and the diapers are just a nice twist. After all how

many men will want to fuck someone that just took off a pissy diaper,

but they'll sure like the idea of a big baby sucking her special

soother."

Shelagh left the sleeping girl in her wet diaper, and turned on a tape

player at the side of the bed. "We'll just add a few fantasies to her

hypnotic subconscious while she sleeps, and see how she feels in the

morning."

The next morning, Sharon had quite a chore changing diapers on 3 big

babies, and one of the boys had messed his diaper during the rest of the

night. Shelagh had videotaped all three being changed, and sucking on

big baby bottles of warm milk.

That morning all three played in the 'play room' in their diapers with

baby toys and were fed from baby bottles or spoonfed pablum and strained

prunes.

The next morning all three seemed to be back to normal, except none of

them could stop wetting their pants, and finally agreed to let Sharon

put diapers on them.

The boys felt "silly" about being in diapers, but admitted they seemed

to be necessary. Shelagh explained she had hypnotized them to make them

feel and act like babies and showed them the video tapes of the previous

day, then explained that they would remain unable to control their

bladder or bowels for about 2 years, just like little babies, and then

would gradually regain control until they were ready for toilet

training. The one boy, who had been particularly obnoxious at the show,

was told even though he would regain daytime contol, he would remain a

chronic bedwetter until his 40th birthday, and would have to wear

diapers to bed every night just like a baby.

All three threatened to sue, or take some sort of action, but Shelagh

said that wouldn't happen. As soon as they walked thru the door they'd

forget everything that happened this weekend, but retain all her

posthypnotic programming. They'd be wetting and messing like babies, but

unable to remember why.

"As for you missy, let's see how you feel about diddling your diapers !" she said

to the girl.

The girl seemed to get all flushed and started to sort of pant.

She was wearing a pair of loose jeans over her diapers and plastic

panties, and stood up and almost ripped them off, then kneeled down and

started rubbing the front of her diaper.

The boys and Sharon stared transfixed at this girl masturbating herself

in her wet diapers, and when she started saying "Oh, I'd love a nice,

thick cock to suck. I love sucking cock. Can't one of you little pissy

pants get it up for me ??" the boys seemed to stunned to react.

Shelagh said "Why don't you boys help her out ? From the bulge in the

front of your diapers it looks like you could use a good blowjob. Tell

her to crawl over and suck you cocks !"

Both boys hesitatingly told her to crawl over, and the girl crawled on

her hands and knees, and almost tore the wet diapers off the first boy.

In seconds she had him stiff as a board and licked and sucked him to a

mind blowing orgasm. As he came, we could all hear the audible release

of urine, and Shelagh smiled as she saw the wetness spreading across the

crotch of the girl's diaper. As she crawled to the second boy, he'd

already pulled off his diaper and got up into a chair. She was on her

behind sitting in her wet diapers sucking for all she was worth.

As he came, we again heard the sudden release of urine and could see the

wetness spreading up the back of her diapers.

As she calmed down, Shelagh said "Janey, you still haven't finished

diddling you diaper yet. Come over here on the mat and finish for us.

Lie down on your back and diddle your diaper all the way like a good

little cocksucking baby. "

Jane, the girl, crawled slowly to the mat, and then lay gently on her

back. She tentatively began rubbing her diaper, then as she became more

turned on started rubbing herself more frantically.

Shelagh said "Tell us what you are Janey. Why are you diddling your

diaper in front of all these people ??"

"I'm a pissy pants little cocksucker. I love wetting in diapers and

diddling my diapers. I love sucking a big thick juicy cock and pissing

in my diapers as they comes. "

She kept repeating this until she came, and almost immediately after she

came she peed her diaper again, flooding it this time and leaking onto

the mat. As she calmed down she seemed to wake from a dream, the

realized what she had done, where she was and what she'd just said.

She started to cry, and Shelagh said "Don't worry Janey. You won't

remember any of this when you leave, but you will love wetting your

diapers and diddling in your wet diapers. And you'll be the best little

cocksucker you can be any time a boy asks you to suck him, you will do

your best for the reward of wetting your diapers."

Shelagh hypnotized all three again telling them to forget everything

except her suggestions, and telling them to wet their diapers five

minutes after they left our area to remind themself they had no control.

Sharon never saw them again, but had always felt sorry for the girl. She

had seemed like a nice girl, just mixed up with a couple of shithead

boys.

Since then she'd seen several other men and some women made to wet their

pants or to wear diapers or act like babies, but never anything like

what was happening to Mikey.

In roughy six weeks, Mikey had gone from a grown young man, to acting

like a complete infant, totally dependent on Shelagh or Sharon for his

care and needs. Then he'd been potty trained like a toddler, and slowly

grown up to act like a 10 year old.

Now he was wetting his pants like a baby again, and had to wear diapers,

only now he would find his diapers as source of shame and humiliation,

not the pleasant experiences they'd been earlier or when he was a baby.

She really felt sorry for Mikey, but knew if she didn't keep her part in

Mikey's humiliation, Shelagh would be angry and take it out on her.

As the clock struck 4:00 pm, she figured the tape she'd left running for

Mikey's new programming would be finished and went in to check on him.

As I woke up, stretching, I felt the warm wetness all around my diaper

area, and then noticed the bed was soaked right up to my shoulders. As I

heard Sharon come in, I was panicked. What would she say, or worse, what

would she do, discovering I'd wet my bed during just a short nap.

Sharon came in and turned on the light, and said "Well, have you settled

down now, and decided to co-operate. Let's see if you could at least

stay dry for an hour nap !"

As she came over, she sniffed and said "Phew !! It smells like a diaper

pail in here. Oh my gosh. Just one hour and look at you. Soaking wet

diapers and lying in a puddle of pee. You didn't even wake up to call me

did you. Just slept like a baby in wet diapers."

That did it. I started to cry and jsut gave up. Sharon stripped the wet

diapers off me, and my sheet, then changed me right there just like I

was a little baby, all the time clucking about what a shame it was for a

grown boy to have to be put back in diapers and be changed like an

infant. Once I was changed, she told me to get up, make my bed and go

out to watch TV.

When I asked for my shorts or jeans she said "No way. ! I'll not have

you wetting you pants too. You can just go around in your diaper like a

baby until you learn to keep dry. "

By 8:00 pm bedtime I'd had to be changed twice more, and the next

morning was even wetter than after my nap, AND I'd messed my diaper. By

now I was really feeling desperate.

I was a grown boy, yet I was wetting and messing in diapers like a

little baby and getting worse every hour it seemed. The more I worried

about it the more I seemed to wet myself, until I was wetting almost as

soon as I was changed.

Sharon could see how badly this was affecting me, and seemed really

troubled by how upset I was getting, and finally began to stop teasing

and mocking me and finally started encouraging me by saying "It's OK

Mikey. Lot's of boys are late to be toilet trained. Some boys have to

wear diapers right up to highschool. It will be our secret, and I won't

make you go to the laundromat."

Finally, it seemed to be getting better. I wasn't staying any drier, but

it didn't seem to bother me so much. In fact, it seemed kind of nice to

be wearing diapers and wetting in diapers. I was starting to enjoy it,

and didn't care if others knew.

Even Sharon wore diapers and now she would go around in the apartment in

just her diaper and plastic panties and we'd play 'See who can get the

wettest' over a period of time.

One morning, mommy came in when I woke up, and said "Well pissy pants, I

hear you're back in diapers like a baby again." as she pulled back the

covers.

I groggily woke up and said "Hi mommy, I'm glad you're home. Can you

change my wet diaper for me ?"

Instead of being happy to see me, she seemed upset. She went over to the

tape player on my shelf, took out a cassette tape, and then yelled

"Sharon, get in here on the double !!"

As Sharon came in, Shelagh said "What's the meaning of this ? This isn't

the tape he should be on now. And why isn't he crying in shame at his

wet diapers ?"

They had some sort of argument, and all I could hear was Sharon saying

"But he was so upset.....I couldn't bear to see him so ashamed... I know

you wanted him ready, but.....", then Shelagh stomped into her study for

a few minutes while Sharon changed my diaper and cleaned me up.

Sharon seemed worried and upset, and said "I think we're in for it now

Mikey. We'd better be extra good for the next little while. I've never

seen Mistress Shelagh so angry before. "

We all had breakfast in silence, then Shelagh returned to her study for

a while, as I watched cartoons and Sharon cleaned up the breakfast

dishes. Around 10:00 she called Sharon into the study for about 45

minutes then sent her back out to sit with me.

Around 11:00, Shelagh called Sharon and I into the study. She had set up

two chairs and told us both to take a chair and shut up while she talked

to us.

Shelagh began, "Mikey, Sharon was supposed to begin some special

programming for you in preparation for a big show we'll be doing at the

Galaxy Club for Valentine's. She started obviously, but then gave up

because she felt sorry for you. By now, you should be almost grown to a

young man, but unable to control you bladder or bowels, and feeling

ashamed and embarassed by you need to wear diapers like a little baby. I

was going to toilet train you in preparation for the show, but with a

very special kind of toilet training that would be gradually undone

during the show.

Her not obeying my instructions has put me about two weeks behind in

your programming, but it will be finished. After all, you're my star

attraction. "

I didn't like any of this, and went to leave, but Shelagh said "Time for

your nappy nap Mikey", and I felt as though I weighed ten tons and

couldn't move. She then told me to sit there and listen and watch as she

dealt with Sharon.

She said "Sleepy bye time Sharon !!" and I could see Sharon take a deep

breath and kind of melt into the chair. She then began to hypnotize

Sharon very deeply, and told her to count from 10 to 1, giving up all

her resistance and control to Shelagh with each count. By 1 she would

hand Shelagh all her control and be Shelagh's totally obedient slave,

unable to resist any suggestion Shelagh made and accepting fully and

unquestionably anything Shelagh said to her.

As Sharon counted backwards she seemed to be picking up something and

gathering it in her hand, then at one she took both hands and reached

towards Shelagh saying "I am your obedient slave, mistress. I will

accept all you ask. Here is all my control and self for your control."

They continued to have a discussion about how Sharon had disobeyed

Shelagh and must be punished for disobedience, then the conversation

turned to Sharon's punishment.

Shelagh began "Sharon why are you wearing diapers ?" and Sharon said

"Because you wanted me to wear diapers to remember to change Mikey's

diapers, mistress."

As they continued it seemed Sharon was enjoying wearing diapers and

using them as I did, but was to be retrained when Shelagh returned.

Sharon knew only babies were supposed to wear diapers, but occasionally

it was OK for a big girl to wear diapers to help her remember to change

a baby in her charge. Since Mikey was no longer in her charge, Sharon

should stop wearing diapers and be toilet trained.

This continued for several minutes, until Sharon began to be upset that

she was still wearing diapers, and when she wet herself she began to

cry.

Shelagh then started "That's right Sharon, you're a big girl now, and

there's no reason for you to wear diapers. But you just wet your diaper

like a little baby because you can't help it. You have no control over

your bladder or your bowels. You have given me complete control over you

and I have thrown away all the control you ever had over your bladder or

your bowels. You will continue to wet and mess helplessly like a baby

until I start to toilet train you, when I feel you have learned your

lesson.

I want you to think about the most embarassing time you wet wet your

pants, or were seen wearing diapers after you were toilet trained.

Really think about it hard, remember every detail, then tell Mikey and

me what happened."

Sharon seemed to concentrate for a few minutes, then haltingly began

telling us about a school play where she was in the third grade and

dressed as a baby bunny, in a big bunny costume, with a big, floppy

diaper pinned on over the bunny costume so everyone would know she was

supposed to be the baby bunny.

During the scene where she was supposed to come out and say "I'm not a

baby bunny anymore. I want to be grown up and go outside and see the big

world." she had been so nervous she wet her pants, and as luck would

have it, it soaked thru the costume and diaper and she started to piddle

on the stage. The audience started to laugh, and one of the older kids,

said "If you're not a baby bunny why are you wetting your diapers", and

all the kids started to laugh.

For weeks after the kids reminded her about the incindent, and she'd

become so upset she started wetting her bed so her mommy made her wear

diapers to bed, and her big brother told everyone she still wore diapers

to bed.

Shelagh listened and then said "Concentrate on the feelings you felt

when you wet your diaper on stage in front of all those people and the

kids in your class. Feel how ashamed and humiliated you felt wearing

diapers and wetting in your diapers like a little baby. And remember how

you felt when your brother told everyone you wore diapers to bed and wet

your bedtime diapers like a little baby. A big grown girl who still had

to wear baby diapers and who wet her diapers every night.

Now Sharon you're a grown up young woman, but you still wear diapers.

Not only to bed, but during the daytime too, because you still wet

yourself like a pissy little baby, and you even mess yourself like a

helpless baby.

Imagine yourself doing another play, and you're standing centre stage,

wearing diapers and plastic panties in front of all your friends and all

the people you need to impress. Imagine yourself dressed in diapers and

plastic panties like a baby and saying the line 'My mistress is making

me wear diapers like a baby, but I'm not a baby I'm a grown up young

lady and I can prove it by staying dry right now.'

As soon as you say 'dry right now', you will helplessly empty your

bladder and wet your diapers in front of all those people, showing them

what a pissy little baby you really are. You will feel much more

embarassed and humiliated than you did in grade 3, because you know you

are a grown up young lady, but you still have to wear diapers because

you have no control and wet and mess helplessly like a little baby."

Shelagh repeated this a few times to Sharon, then told her to stand up

and say her lines.

Sharon stood up and faced me looking almost defiant, and then started to

say her lines. As she said 'dry right now' I could see the wetness

spread through the front of her diaper, and was amazed at how wet she

got.

Shelagh continued her programming of Sharon for a few more minutes then

renormalized her to go change her now sopping diaper, and do some

chores. She had given Sharon one final hypnotic suggestion that she must

wear each diaper for 3 hours from the time she changed the last diaper,

and that she must always wear the puffiest, thickest most babyish

looking diapers and panties possible.

Shelagh then turned to me, and said "You've been a very bad boy Mikey,

and I will have to punish you, but for now I have special plans for you.

For the next 2 weeks you will also wear the thickest most babyish

diapers you can find and must wear each diaper for four hours. Only

after this session, wet, messy diapers won't feel so nice to you, and

I'm sure you'll have some diaper rash from wearing messy diapers for a

couple of hours at a stretch.

Then, I will toilet train you for my 'special event', but you will

always wear diapers to bed, as a pissy little bedwetter.

Now, let's get you started !!"

I awoke about an hour later, in sopping diapers. Instead of feeling nice

and warm and snuggly, they felt..... well WET, and not that comfortable.

I said "Please change my diaper mommy, it's all wet !!" to which Shelagh

replied "No Mikey, you know how long you have to wear your baby diapers

between changes. Maybe this way you will be ready for toilet training.

At your age you should be ready to stay dry for at least a couple of

hours, so spending an hour or so in a wet diaper might teach you to try

and control yourself."

By the time an hour and a half had passed, I had wet 3 more times, and

messed my diaper once. I was made to sit on a soaker pad in the middle

of my playroom so I didn't get the floor or furniture wet or messy, and

by the time the 3 hours was up, I felt miserable. Sitting on a wet,

smelly pad, in wet, messy diapers was not my idea of fun.

Sharon then changed me, and we started all over again. By the end of the

two weeks I was staying dry for almost two hours, but even then being in

wet diapers for an hour wasn't fun. And I still messed my diapers after

breakfast, so usually had to sit in wet, messy diapers for a couple

hours in the morning, but towards the end of the two weeks was starting

to keep clean all day.

Night time was much different. I was diapered for bed, given a big

bottle of juice or warm water, and changed at 2:00 and around 6:00 by

Sharon. Each morning I awoke to a warm, wet messy diaper, and this

didn't feel bad at all. It was "quite nice", but after my shower, and

being put in fresh "daytime diapers", I felt ashamed at wetting, and the

wet diapers felt uncomfortable. I was really ready for toilet training

by the time three weeks came around. [The first week was kind of a joke.

Being in training panties, but put on the potty every hour and a half,

and I'd still wet my pants two or three times a day.]

Finally by Christmas I was staying dry most days, and hadn't messed my

pants in over 10 days. For almost a week now I'd been wearing regular

underwear, and going to the bathroom myself. I still had to go every two

hours, but then that had been normal for me even before I met Shelagh,

due to previous bladder injuries and surgery which reduced my capacity.

I was working feverishly on research for Shelagh, and we were making

great headway on her "pet project" she said, although I had no idea what

she meant. Sharon and I were still friends, but I seemed to really pick

on her about wearing diapers, and I was all toily trained. We'd

roughhouse, and she'd always end up tickling my tummy, which made me wet

my pants, then go squealing to Shelagh that "Mikey peed his pants", but

Shelagh never got angry at me, and usually punished Sharon by making her

wear her wet diaper for an extra hour, or make her go to the playground

in her diaper and rhumba panties for half an hour.

By Christmas, I was back to my old self. Fully adult, except at bedtime.

At bedtime, I was always lovingly diapered, given a night bottle,

allowed to listen to my favourite music as I drifted off to sleep. Every

night I had the sweetest dreams of being a happy, content little baby

with Shelagh and Sharon taking care of baby Mikey, their little

"Babykins".

On Christmas, Shelagh announced we were going to the grandest New Years

eve party we'd ever seen. Katrine, Pauline and Jacquie, three doms she

helped out sometimes and Shelagh had rented a big hall for a private

party. There'd be over 120 people there, and it would be the wildest,

funnest party anyone had been at. Shelagh had "invited" several very

special guests to come along to help with the entertainment, and Sharon

would be baby New Years, to her protests. I would also be a "guest of

honour" for all the work I'd done for Shelagh, and my co-operation with

her research.

As New Year's eve approached the excitement mounted, and the four

hostesses met in Shelagh's sanctuary for long meetings, which Sharon and

I tried to overhear at the door. All I could hear were "are you sure

they'll do that, can you really make her do that, will he really act

that out entirely". Often Sharon and I would get caught, and be told to

go watch TV in the den, with video tapes Shelagh had of some of her

sessions with clients, to see what would happen to us if we didn't

smarten up.

New Year's eve we were all dressed up in our best. Shelagh wore a long

black gown, with shiny rhinestones, and a large yellow pendant. I was

fascinated by the shiny stone in the pendant, but she kept telling me to

leave it alone and be good. [i felt like a little kid at a party, not a

grown man on new years.] I wore a powder blue [baby blue Sharon said]

tuxedo, and Sharon wore a cute crinoline dress over her thick puffy

diapers with lacey ruffled rhumba panties, pink bows in her hair, and

carried her diaper bag with about 6 extra diapers.

Shelagh had me carry a suitcase down to the car, and I found several

other bags in the trunk as I put the suitcase in, but had no time to

check them out. I figured they were presents for the guests.

When Shelagh and Sharon came out, Sharon had a real pout on about being

dressed as a baby, and Shelagh told me to drive while they talked about

it in the back, and Shelagh gave me the admonition to "be a good boy and

drive slowly, we don't want to be stopped with Sharon pouting like a 2

year old."

With Shelagh's instructions, we arrived at the club a little after 6:00

pm., and parked around the back, near a stage entrance. When Sharon got

out she was acting "silly" like a little girl going to a big party, but

I was taken in by the stuff at the stage. There was a pillory sort of

get up, some huge mirrors, a rack with all sorts of strange things on it

and some large, low beds with bars along the sides and foot and head.

I started to wonder what kind of party this was to be. As we got our

stuff out of the car, and put it with the other stuff, I saw about 20

couples in the lounge area, and Shelagh went to talk to Jacquie and

finally told Sharon and I to come to her "room".

When we got there, there were 12 guys and 7 women waiting in the room,

which was really like a big living room lounge, all sitting in chairs.

I recognized most of them as people who had visited us during the last

few months, but had taken no notice of them, since I was busy with other

things for Shelagh.

Katrine and Pauline were lounging at a small bar, set up in the room,

and said "They're all ready and primed for you Shelagh. They've been

very good all day, setting up and getting things ready. It should be a

good show."

After they talked a bit, and finally left, Shelagh had all 13 of us sit

in a semi circle opposite her and started talking to us. As she was

talking, she kept spinning the pendant at her neck and I was again

fascinated by it, couldn't keep my eyes off it.

A while later, I found myself waking up from a short nap, and realized

almost an hour had passed, and as Shelagh said "Now boys and girls,

let's party" she said something to each of us in the semi-circle. To me

she said, "Remember now, no alcohol tonite, except for two beers after

9:00 o'clock. Be good, Mikey."

It was almost 7:30 when we went to join the others in the main lounge,

to watch the show and party, and there were about 60 couple [some

boy/girl, some boy/boy, some girl/girl] and around 20 other unattached

guests. I recognized many of them as clients of Jacquie, Katrine,

Pauline or Shelagh, and guessed it was sort of a fraternity gathering

for their clients.

Boy was I right, and wrong. !!!!

At around 8:00 Jacquie came on stage, wearing a tight, leather dress,

with high boots and what seemed like 6 inch heels, and grabbed a

microphone and said

"Welcome ladies, the few gentlemen there are here, and the rest of you

miserable little worms. Tonite marks the grand opening of 'Le Club

Misere', a very different kind of private, country club than many of you

may be used to. Here you will be able to experience your favourite

fantasy, to see it unfold before your very eyes. To learn some of the

secrets we use to help train those little miserable worms that call

themselves men, to be our obediant little slaves.

You will also learn how those women that don't have the strength to take

their proper place, can be properly trained to be effective, giving,

pleasure machines, trained completely to do their masters bidding.

Katrine, Pauline and I have had this dream for many years, to open a

private club where you mistresses of the home could see and learn how we

train your little men to be proper servants, slaves and good litttle

boys. When we approached Shelagh with our idea, she had the perfect

solutions, what with her special talents, and we pooled our resources,

finances and strengths to open the club.

Tonite you will see how each of us uses our special talents to help mold

the men, and a few of the weak women, to be useful slaves.

While each of us sets up the stage to display our talents and

techniques, Shelagh will show us her special talents, and for the grand

finale will show us how her talent can be used, with some special guests

selected especially for tonite's entertainment and pleasure.

For now, let the show begin with Pauline and her repertoire !!"

With that the lights dimmed to black, the a spot illuminated Pauline

centre stage reading a book on the story of O, in a living room setting,

while in the background we could see the silhouette of a girl on a bed

kind of writhing around slowly.

As the scene unfolded, the girl was teased with various objects ranging

from a feather, to a dildo and brought to the edge of orgasm time and

time again, then left at the edge until she agreed to perform one or

another deed. Finally, she agreed she was a devoted cocksucker and

pussylicker and licked a volunteer to orgasm expertly. Then she promply

blew three male volunteers from the audience.

After the scene, Pauline explained her specialty ?9M1#cining yo{_ung

women, and some young men, in the arts of oral satisfaction [others not

theirs], by bringing them constantly to the edge while describing

different oral acts to them, until they willingly agreed to perform

these acts in exchange for sexual release. Kind of like a Pavlov's dogs

conditioning. She said that in just a few sessions she'd have her

trainees lovingly, and willingly putting their heads in their lover's

lap to arouse them to the point they could then bring them off with

their mouth. The girl on stage was having her 7th and final session

tonite, and was primed to give oral pleasure. "Just blow in her ear, and

she'll blow you."

With that, the stage again went blank, and in a few seconds, Shelagh

came on stage, and two young men and a woman were sitting on chairs half

facing us. I recognized the 3 from our earlier meeting in Shelagh's

room.

For a while, Shelagh just sat opposite them, talking to them apparently,

since we couldn't hear what she was saying, the she turned to each of them

and touched their forehead, and they seemed to go limp. In a minute or so,

they each started sucking their thumb, and Shelagh turned on her microphone

and told us "My specialty is mind control. Using hypnosis, I gain control

of my slaves little minds, and meld them to my desires, or those of their

mistress or master. My favourite subjects are big babies and sissies, many

of which come to me to fully realize their inner desires thru releasing the

babies or sissies inside them. Some, such as Mark in the middle here, and

another young man you will meet later, are sent by their mates for "baby

training". In a few sessions, I have them wetting their pants like

toddlers, and having to wear diapers like little babies again.

Once they're in diapers, they're not like to stray or misbehave, or their

shameful secret will be let out of the bag, diaper bag that is.

John and Linda are "volunteer" babies, but didn't know what is in store for

them tonight. Their spouses have agreed they should be in diapers full

time, and use them like the big babies they really are. Linda's boyfriend,

Sean also wanted her to have the strong sucking urges of a baby, for some

reason [sligh grin], and John's wife wants him acting like a baby whenever

she gives him a cue to act like a baby, yet still know he's a grown man,

helplessly acting like a little baby. John and Linda have been to visit my

special nursery about 6 times each, while Mark has only been 3 times.

Tonite will be his "conversion" session, for each of you to witness how

effective my methods are.

For now, let's have some fun with John and Linda. !!!"

She then went over, sat opposite each of them, and said "Talk to me you

little slaves. " and each of them seem to sit at attention, and said "Yes

mistress, what shall we say."

Shelagh told them to tell us what they were, and wanted to be, and John and

Linda told us they were big babies. They seemed to be having a casual

interview, on stage, as they explained how they liked to wear diapers and

pee in their diapers like babies. Neither wanted to be real babies, but

liked "playing baby". They were both embarassed at the suggestion that they

might really lose control and have to wear diapers all the time like

babies.

Shelagh, explained this was part of her training, having some of the

subjects feel embarassed about wettting like babies, so their need for

diapers became a vehicle for their mate to use to enslave them to their

wishes. The fear of being exposed in their diapers, kept them in line,

obedient and submissive.

Finally, Shelagh began to regress them to around 2 years of age, and each

of them, except Mark, wet their pant. Mark had been left "sleeping" while

she worked with John and Linda. Shelagh scolded them telling them they were

just pissy little babies, who should be wearing diapers, and finally asking

them if they'd like to be wearing diapers now.

In a few seconds, both agreed they'd like to wear diapers now, and Shelagh

had Katrine strip off their wet pants, and put them in extra thick puffy

diapers, and plastic panties with baby prints on them. They were both given

big bottles of juice to drink, then regressed even further to around 1 year

of age.

Linda was told to concentrate on the sucking urges she felt as a baby,

while John was told to concentrate on the helplesness and dependence of

being a baby. In a bit, Shelagh gave them both posthypnotic suggestions to

carry those feelings and urges forward into their adult life. Linda was

told she would feel that same strong urge to suck any time Sean said the

word 'babysuck' to her, and John was told he would regress and act like a

little one year old baby anytime his wife said 'babykins time' to him, yet

still know he was a grown man, acting like a little baby. He would remain

acting like a baby until she said "Time to wake up babykins !".

She gave them each further suggestions to reinforce the suggestions she'd

given them, and told them each they'd continue to wet like little babies

from now on, knowing they should always wear diapers as babies, since they

no longer had any conscious control of their bladders. For the next week,

whenever they wet their diaper, they would cry for a minute like little

babies to be changed, then ask their mate to please change their pissy baby

diapers like 2 or 3 year old toddlers.

She then renormalized them with instructions to remain on the stage,

oblivious to the fact they were only wearing diapers and plastic baby

panties, and told their wife and boyfriend to come up.

She suggested they each try out their new control over their respective

babies. Sean sat in an easy chair to the back of the stage, and said "Would

little Linda like her babysuck now. " Linda seemed to get 'dreamy' for a

few seconds, then got on her knees and crawled over to Sean. She started

insinuating herself between Sean's legs, then running her hand over his

cock thru his slacks. Sean asked what she was trying to do, and she said

"Baby wants her babysuck. Me wanna suck you big." in a little 3 year old

girl voice. Sean jsut sat back, and left her to it. In minutes, she had him

out and in her mouth, and was greedily, and expertly blowing him out of his

mind. As he came, we could see a yellowish stain starting to spread across

the crotch of her panties, yet she continued to suck for all she was worth.

As Sean, came down, Linda licked her last few licks, then sat back on her

haunches. Almost immediately she started wailing like a baby, and when

Shelagh asked what was wrong, "Said, peez change me pissy didees. Winda all

wet." Shelagh told Sean to change her there, which he hesitatingly did.

Shelagh teased him saying get used to it Sean. She's going to need lots of

changes. By next week she'll be wetting like an infant 15 to 20 times a

day, but she'll stop wailing for changes after a week.

Then, John's wife, Kristen, turned to John and kind of played to the

audience. She started teasing him about his being in diapers, here on stage

in front of everyone. He finally became so embarassed he wet his diaper,

and set up a howling, that led to more teasing. Finally as he settled down

and asked "Peez mommy, change my pissy didee", and she made him tell

everyone what he'd done, peeing in diapers like a baby, she said , "Well I

guess it's babykins time, now."

In less than a minute, John started crying again and Kristen stuck a

soother in his mouth, took him by the hand and had him stand up in his wet

diapers. The soother muffled the crying, but as she said "Look everyone, a

28 year old grown man, in wet pissy diapers, sucking a soother like a 1

year old. Doesn't he look ridiculous. Well I guess we'd better get those

pissy diapers change on the big baby."

She led him to a large 'changing table' that had been set up at the side of

the stage, and made a big show of stripping off the wet diaper, cleaning

him up, then putting baby lotion on him, and putting on a fresh diaper. As

she talked baby talk to him, he settled in nicely and started cooing and

acting like a one year old being changed lovingly by mommy. Then she gave

him a bottle of juice and led him to his place at their table, still fully

regressed. He sucked his bottle, and soon fell asleep at her feet, sucking

his soother as the bottle was empty.

Now, Shelagh turned to Mark. She 'woke him up' and gave him suggestions to

go further into hypnosis, to give up all resistance and control to her.

Then she told him to imagine himself giving up all voluntary control of his

bladder and bowels to Shelagh, to imagine it all melting away until he had

no control left, and started wetting and messing helplessly like a little

baby. As she left him visualizing himself wetting and messing like a baby,

she came over to centre stage and spoke to the audience.

"Mark is one of those bastards you love to hate. He's now paired with

Georgie, who'll you'll meet a little later with Katrine. Georgie was

married to a woman who wanted him in diapers and regressed as punishment if

he disobeyed her. She didn't know he'd made up the stories about being

punished in diapers by his mother, when his wife caught him with some Adult

Baby books, and she sent him to me for training. Georgie was a secret big

baby, and wanted to wear diapers, and I of course helped him fulfill his

desire. What neither of us knew was that he was also a sissy baby, one of

those men who wants to be a baby girl and dress in frilly baby dresses and

baby girl clothes.

When Janet found out about this, it was too much, and they broke up. That's

when he met Mark. Mark thought he had a real fish here, and they began

living together.

Mark took lots of pictures of Georie, dressed as Georgina, sucking his

friends and having his wet, messy diapers changed. I'd stopped seeing

Georgie, but he'd been going to Katrine for sissification discipline at

Mark's urging and was becoming quite a sissy baby as you'll soon see.

Finally, Mark started using this against Georgie, and getting him to do all

sorts of sordid things for Mark or his friends, including starring in a

poor porn flick as a sissy baby, or risk exposure.

When the other ladies and I started forming this club, the subject of

Georgie came up, and he was sent to my for a session by Katrine, where I

learned what had happened.

Katrine and I tricked Mark into coming to my place for a few sessions with

Georgie, on the premise I wanted to know how he wanted Georgie programmed

to make him his complete slave. While he was there he was deeply hypnotized

by me. In fact, he was an easy subject to hypnotize, and easily accepts

suggestions.

Tonite, will be a big turnaround for the macho man Mark as he becomes baby

Marcie. He has had only three sessions with me since we had the first two to

trick him and get him in my control, but has been using some specially

prepared tapes for 6 weeks now, so he should be ready to give us a really

good show.

With that, she started talking to Mark, regressing him until he was acting

like a 1 year old. She reinforced the feeling of being a one year, the total

lack of control, especially of his bladder and bowels, the need to suck,

especially on a 'candy stick' and the total dependence on and obedience to

grownups.

She then had him picture himself wearing pretty little baby dresses, and

pinnafores, and rhumba panties as a cute little baby girl, feeling even

more dependent and helpless as a baby girl.

After reinforcing this, she began renormalizing him, bringing him up thru

the years, but at each stage, she had him wetting and messing his pants and

going into diapers, and picture himself dressed as a little baby girl and

feeling helpless and dependent dressed as a baby girl, and the compulsive

urge to suck on a candy stick.

Finally, she gave him posthypnotic suggestions that each time he heard the

word 'diaper' he would feel himself losing more and more control of his

bladder and bowels until he couldn't hold back, and his bladder would empty

helplessly and uncontrollably. When he wet his pants, he would start to cry

like a baby, and accept being diapered. As he was diapered he would feel

himself returning to become a little baby girl again, and want to wear baby

girl clothes, and do baby girl things.

She then woke him up, and they had a short discussion about Georgie and his

wearing diapers, and wetting in diapers, during which she must have said

the word diaper 20 times. Mark then went back to his seat, and Katrine was

next on stage.

Katrine said her specialty was also big babies, especially sissy babies,

but she had a much different method. None of her slaves wanted to be in

diapers, but as a result of her 'training', had no choice. She ran special

3 day weekend training sessions.

Her slaves would come to her as shy, submissive little worms, and leave as

submissive, little pissy pants sissies, ready to obey their mommy or risk

the consequences. She showed a short clip, about a 15 minute film, of one

of her weekend training sessions with a young man about 25 or so.

We saw him from the time he entered, to being strapped into a large crib

like bed, with his wrists and ankles manacled to the side rails, a thick

diaper being pinned on, and plastic panties being snapped over them. Then

he was forced to drink large bottle of water, or else be force fed with a

soother connected to a hose connected to a large container like an IV pump.

She explained that their bottles and drinks contained a special muscle

relaxant that caused smooth muscle, their sphincter muscles to relax, and a

strong diuretic to help speed the production of urine. This combination

usually had them wetting soon after being diapered.

They were constantly fed liquids throughout the entire 3 days, receiving

about 8 ounces every hour, either voluntarily via baby bottle or with the

feeding gag. For the first 24 hours they were kept strapped in bed, and

tickled or had their hand dipped in warm water, or various other methods to

ensure their bladders were twitchy. They were also fed 6 meals of high bulk

food daily, mixed with a strong stool softener and mild laxative to ensure

they messed their diapers as well. She also ensured they received a mild

lashing or lots of verbal punishment every time she came into their room.

By the end of the first 24 hours they would wet in fear just hearing her

come in. If their diaper wasn't wet, they'd receive a painful lashing on

their tender, useless little thing.

After the first day, they were put in training pants, and let out of the

crib, with a warning that if they wet, they'd be back in diapers. They also

had to complete certain specific tasks fully, before they could do anything

for themself like go to the bathroom. Of course the bottles continued

hourly. The tasks almost always involved lifting or bending, which resulted

in them wetting their training panties, and going back in diapers.

Once back in diapers, they were kept in just diapers and plastic panties

and a T shirt that said "Pissy Pants" or "Pissy Baby" on the front. When

they were wet they had to explain to Katrine that they were just pissy

little babies who wet in diapers to get changed. She used special locking

pins, so they couldn't remove their own diapers. The second nite, they were

left in the same night diaper all night, usually resulting in a fair diaper

rash from sleeping in a wet, dirty diaper. At the morning change, once they

were cleaned up a sound spanking was administered to increase the pain of

the diaper rash, and as they cried, they were chastised for crying like

little baby girls, and told they'd have to wear baby girl clothes or stay

in the wet diaper all day, making their diaper rash even more painful.

She started slowly, with rhumba panties, and maybe a frilly bonnet, but by

the end of the day, would have them in soft, frilly dresses, frilly lacey

bonnets and rhumbas, looking like oversized baby girls. They were taught to

lisp, curtsy and act like good baby girls on threat of the wet, messy

diaper until bed time. They were also taught how to treat a woman and

satisfy her.

The third nite, an oversize catheter was inserted right into the bladder,

with the end tuck inside their diaper. They were dressed in baby girl

sleepers, thick pink diapers and told all night that the catheter was

weakening and stretching their sphincter beyond control. They were always

connected to the feeder tub arrangement the third night, and the bottle was

filled with warm cranberry juice with extra relaxant and diuretic.

The catheter did indeed stretch the sphincter, but of course not

permanently, but the combination of the catheter, relaxant and constantly

being told they were being weakened had them believing it was happening.

The next day, they were dressed in little baby girl finery, they had to

pick out themself, and put in thick diapers. They were told if they could

stay dry for two hours, they could go back in training panties. Of course

none of them made it, so it was diapers for them.

The last afternoon, consisted of some special training, which she was about

to show us.

With that, the curtain behind her opened, and we could see two people

dressed in frilly dresses, oversize bonnets, and very thick diapers.

Katrine said, "These are Sandra and Suzie. There former names were Chuck

and Tom, but their baby girl names are Sandra and Suzie. They've had the

first 2 1/2 days of training, and are now ready for the final stages.

With a little help from Shelagh, they came here to show you how I finish

training my big sissy babies, to make sure they stay in diapers and use

them like the sissy babies they are, and how they remain pliant, submissive

and obedient to their mommies.

The final part normally takes four hours, after which I turn them over to

their mommies. With Shelagh's help they will receive the full 4 hours of

training in the 20 minutes allotted to me. Everything that happens to them

now will happen over and over again in their minds, just as it is done

during the final training.

The two men were sitting on the floor in front of some sort of pillory type

arrangement, and we could see their wrists were tied to ropes running thru

a pulley at the top of a post. Katrine went over to them, and said "Well

are my big sissy babies all wet now."

Both men started blubbering, and pleading "Please mistress not here. Not in

front of all these people. Don't make me be a sissy baby here."

She smacked them both and said sharply "Why, that's what you are. Look at

you, the way you're dressed. Stand up and show the people how you look in

your sissy baby dresses, and bonnets."

When one hesitated, he was quickly hauled up by the pulley and ropes, so

his toes barely touched the ground. We learned he was Sandra, when Katrine

said to Suzie, "Show the nice people what you have under your pretty dress

Suzie", and Suzie turned around a bent over showing us her rhumba panties.

Katrine asked what he had on under his sissy panties and he shamefully told

us he was wearing diapers, pissy sissy baby diapers. When asked why, he

even more shamefully told us he was a pissy little sissy baby who wore

diapers because he couldn't stop wetting himself. Katrine had turned him

into a helpless wetter.

She started yelling at him "That's right you little worm. You're a helpless

wetter. A pissy little sissy baby, who will always have to wear diapers,

and sissy baby clothes. You have to do what mommy tells you or she won't

change you pissy diapers, or let you change them, and you'll get a worse

diaper rash than you have now. You're a pissy little sissy baby, completely

obedient to mommy aren't you."

Suzie said thru her tears "Yes mistress, I'm a pissy little sissy baby."

Then she too was pulled up, and both men had a feeding gag force into their

mouths and we could see the liquid running in and them swallowing

helplessly.

Within minutes, Suzie wet her diaper, and Katrine started telling her what

a pissy, helpless little baby girl she was. How she would never be able to

stop pissing her diapers like she did now. She'd always have to wear

diapers as her badge of obedience to mommy. She'd never be able to control

her bladder again, and if she ever tried she'd receive the catheter

treatment and stay in her wet messy diapers for two days.

Sandra got more of the same treatment, and both boy/girls had wet their

diapers and messed them, thanks to the suppositories inserted in them

before they came on stage.

Their mommies came up and cleaned them up and changed them, then the four

went back in the audience to take their places.

After this, there was a short intermission, and I went to get a drink. I

was dying of thirst, and knew a beer would go great. Since Shelagh had told

me I could have just two beers after 9:00, I drank the one, and took the

other to my table.

It was almost 10:00, and the next few girls were some other "amateurs" I

didn't know, who just showed how to use whips, paddles and such so as not

to leave too bad a mark on the slave being punished. After about half an

hour they were off, and I slipped out to the bathroom. Beer will do it to

you every time.

I settled back into my chair, nursing my second beer, to see Mark on stage

blubbering in front of Shelagh, who had him standing facing us, with

obviously wet pants. She was asking him what had happened, and he was

blubbering he'd wet his pants like a little boy, and he didn't like wet

pants.

Shelagh told him he was just a silly big baby, and should admit he needed

baby diapers, and after a few minutes he started asking to be changed into

baby diapers. When Sharon came on to change him she said she only had baby

girl diapers left, and after a few minutes gentle persuasion, Mark agreed

to wear the baby girl diapers and rhumba panties.

Once he was changed, he stood in front of the big mirror, and Shelagh kept

telling how pretty he looked in the baby girl diapers, and wouldn't he

look cute in baby girl dresses.

It was funny to watch how she was feeding his subconscious, and the post

hypnotic suggestions, and how easily he began to accept the idea of wearing

baby girl clothes. Within about 5 minutes he was dressed in a light pink

chiffon baby dress, with big matching frilly bonnet, cute little bobby sox

with pink bunnies on them, and had some rouge on his cheeks, and light pink

lipstick.

It was unbelievable, he looked like a little girl, going to a party.

Shelagh turned off her microphone for a few minutes, and had Mark sit in

front of her on a chair and continued to talk to him. When she turned on

the mic, she asked how Marcie felt in her cute baby clothes, and Mark said

"Me aw preepree" in a lispy soft voice. He was preening at his crinoline

and dress, and admiring himself like a little 2 year old girl in her first

party dress.

Shelagh told him to continue to feel and act like baby Marcie, but that he

could talk like a big girl, using big girl words, and they started a

conversation about what a pretty little girl Marcie was, and how much she

like her pretty dress. The words were like a 10 or 12 year old, but the

intonation and enthusiasm were like a 2 year old with her first pretty

dress. In a few minutes, Marcie said "Oh, oh !!" and when she asked what

was wrong she said "I wet my didee. I need my diaper changed please mommy."

and kind of blushed.

As Sharon changed Marcie on the big changing table, Shelagh told him/her to

look down and tell us what she saw. Marcie/Mark said "Oh I see a boy's

thing down there." and Shelagh, said "That's right Mark, you're a boy, in

fact you're a grown man, but you're wearing baby girl clothes, and you just

wet your diapers like a little baby girl."

As Sharon pulled up his plastic panties, and pulled on the rhumba panties,

Shelagh had him stand in front of the mirror again, admiring his clothes

and seeing how cute he looked. The strange think was, he really did look

cute.

She started telling him how much he wanted to wear his baby girl clothes,

and how good it felt to wet his diapers like a baby girl. He didn't want to

take off his baby girl clothes but he had to some time to go to work, when

there were important adult things he had to do. But any time he was at

home, or when it wasn't going to cost him his job or livelihood, he would

want to wear his baby girl clothes and feel and act like the cute, sissy

little 2 year old baby girl he was seeing now. He would always wear diapers

and use his diapers like a baby to wet, and would mess his diapers like a

baby during the evenings and weekends, but be as capable as a 2 year old

baby girl to stay clean during work days. His diapers would remind him

constantly of the baby girl inside him.

AND, as a baby girl he would want to suck constantly. His sucking urge

would remain with him constantly, just as his need to wear diapers would

remain, no matter what age he was or how he felt. His favourite thing to

suck would be a nice, big thick cock. As a baby girl it was alright to suck

cock, because that was what girl's did, especially big, sissy baby girls.

She kept this up for a few minutes, then walked him thru giving a blowjob

on a large dildo. From now on, whenever a man says "Want some candy baby,

or want your candystick, you will have an uncontrollable urge to suck his

cock. To suck him as best you can, letting him fill your mouth with his

cream. You cannot feel content or happy until you have his cream from his

nice big cock in your mouth, and you will do what he asks you for the

privilege of sucking his cock.

[babygirlabby]

You are a big sissy baby cocksucker now aren't you Marcie. You love the

feeling of wet diapers and wetting helplessly in your diapers. You love the

feeling, colors and everything about wearing sissy baby girl clothes, and

you especially want to suck lots of candy sticks.

She repeated these suggestions a few more times, and told him that whenever

anyone said "Where's little Marcie", he would let Marcie out fully, and feel

and act like a little 2 year old sissy baby, just as he felt now. She then

told him to return fully to being Marcie for the next few minutes, feeling

and acting more and more like a little 2 year old sissy baby.

After a few minutes she started talking to him again, and he now sounded

like the 2 year old little baby girl he had been earlier. She renormalized

him and sent him into the audience wearing his dress and diapers. He seemed

to be HIS old self again, except he was oblivious to the fact he was

dressed like a cute 2 year old.

Jacquie came on then, around 11:15, and said, "The new year hour is fast

approaching, so I won't hold you up. My specialty is complete domination of

any man who thinks he's better than a woman. Like Shelagh, I use a lot of

psychology, but certainly not her hypnotic talents, just the right amount

of whips, chains and other necessary tools and of course strict discipline.

My slave trainees are easily recognized by their little slave collars,

which they receive on graduation. You can't see it usually, except in the

presence of their mistress, but it keeps them on line. On gentle tug and it

feels as if their balls are being cut off.

And now here's two of my recent graduates, with their keepers to show you

how obedient they are."

Then two young women came out leading their men by a leash, only the leash

lead to their crotches, not their necks. The women had them men lick their

shoes, eat a little pussy, and various things to show their power over

them, and when one fellow balked at licking the other ladies ass, she just

gently tugged his lead, and he was on his knees licking for all he was

worth.

Then both women told their slaves they were just animals, to be led around

by women, to amuse and serve women. Animals don't wear clothes so strip off

right there and now. Both men stripped slowly and were soon naked facing

the audience.

Then we could see the "cage and collar" arrangement fastened around their

penis and testicles. Jacquie explained the cage was a strong nylon cage,

strictly measured and adjusted to allow their flaccid penis to be encase.

On the inside were pointy protuberances that stuck into them if they began

to get an erection, resulting in them soon becoming impotent from fear of

the pain. The collar was a thick nylon strapping sort of arrangement that

fastened around the base of their testicles, the base of their penis and

the head of the penis. The scrotal collar and head of the penis collar also

had sharp protrusion that cause pain when the lead was just gently pulled.

The protrusion on the collars and cage weren't sharp enough to break the

skin, unless really yanked hard, but did cause extreme pain, like having

about 100 needles stuck in you at once repeatedly. The combination kept

them in line unquestioningly.

The men were then led to their tables by the women, and told to sit at

their mistress' feet like the dogs they were. They were both given bowls of

pate, and told to eat them like dogs on the floor.

It was now about 11:40. As the lights came back on the stage, I saw 3

chairs, like high chairs set up, and a big easy chair in front of them.

Shelagh was standing centre stage, dressed in a long black gown, with

silver and gold hypnotic swirl patterns embroidered in it. The yellow

pendant seemed to glow on its gold chain, and she began to speak.

"They call me the Mind Mistress, because I take control of my slaves minds.

Using my hypnotic skills, I remold their thoughts, their feelings their

complete identities to what I or their mistress wants.

You've seen how a grown man or woman can be made to give up control of even

their most basic functions, and wet or mess their pants like toddlers, or

accept being put in diapers and use their diapers like little babies.

You've seen how a macho pig, can be turned into a prissy little sissy baby.

By the way 'Where's little Marcie' she said.

With that, Marcie popped up "Me here momma !!". The man beside Marcie said

something to her, and the next thing we knew Marcie was on her knees

insinuating herself into the guy's crotch until she had his cock out and

was sucking for all he was worth.

For our finale, we have 3 very special guests, who will show you the real

power of my hypnotic talents and skills. "

She spent a few minutes explaining how posthypnotic suggestions could be

planted to be acted upon in the near future or even the long range at a

specific cue, or to be gradually acted out over a long term period.

She explained how a grown person could be regressed to feel and act like

a baby under hypnosis then given suggestions to remain a baby after being

awakened. With repetition, they would feel and act more and more like a

baby the longer they remained a baby, and and then could be made to act

like a baby and feel baby desires at a cue, while all the time knowing they

were an adult, but helpless to overcome the way they felt and acted.

She explained that under hypnosis, most people would reveal their innermost

thoughts, and tell the whole truth to their hypnotist, and this way she

could learn some of her slaves innermost feelings, thoughts and sexual

fears, then cause them to act them out with tremendous feeling.

This way, she could have her slave feel and relive the most humiliating

experience in their mind, and believe it was happening to them right then,

or have them come helplessly in their pants, feeling and believing they

were at the climax of the best sex they had ever had.

At that, she said "Cum as you are sweeties", and three men and two women seemed

to go into the throes of orgasm within seconds. The one man was sitting

beside me at my table, and I could see the stain spreading at the front of

his pants as he came helplessly in response to Shelagh's cue.

After about 5 minutes, she said "Now we get to the 'climax' of our show.

The first part will only be a few minutes while I prepare our special

guests, until we greet the New Year right, then a little after midnight you

will see the way 3 grown people can be completely subjugated to my will,

and turned into helpless babies. After a little fun with our big babies, we

will train them for their futures, planning a life for them, molded the way

we want them to be."

She then said "Where's my babykins Sharon", and Sharon left her seat near

the front of the stage and walked up to Shelagh, saying "Here I am

mistress." Shelagh told her to sit in the middle high chair, and drink her

bottle while she listened to the tape Shelagh had left for her.

Then she said "Now we need Sammy". It turned out Sammy was one of the

'dogs' a few tables over. He started to try to walk away, but his mistress

just pulled on his lead, and after he straightened up from the pain, led

him haltingly to the stage, where he was strapped into the left hand high

chair, his ankles strapped to the legs of the chair, and his wrists to the

arms.

Shelagh took his leash from his mistress, and then explained "Katy has

decided she'd like to have a baby, but since Sammy here is impotent, and

can't do anything to help her, she decided he should become her baby. I've

had only one session with Sammy before tonite, but found he is an excellent

subject, and since he is a submissive slave, will do what he's told, while

I turn him into Katy's little baby."

She gave him a big soother, fastened to a bottle, rigged like the two guys

earlier had had to use, and said "The bottle contains just cranberry juice

with a mild sedative drug to help Sammy relax a bit", then to Sammy she

said "Drink it all down Sammy, or you know what will happen" and gave the

leash a gentle tug.

We laughed as Sammy started sucking greedily.

Finally, she looked at the remaining chair, and said "Hmmm. One more chair.

I guess I need one more baby. I know, 'Where's my babykins Mikey' ".

All of a sudden, my whole world seemed to shrink. THe only thing I could

seem to see was Shelagh and the stage. I felt myself stand up, and heard

myself say "Here I am mommy", then as Shelagh said, "Well come up here

Mikey and take your chair", I felt myself pulled irresistably to the stage

and felt the tray being pulled down over my head. Then the headphones were

put on me, and as I was given a bottle to drink, Shelagh said "Nappie nap

time Mikey" and I felt myself slipping into a deep hypnotic state listening

to pleasant music.

The next thing I knew, I was standing with Shelagh centre stage and we were

talking. I felt about 7 years old, and saw Sharon dressed as a nanny to one

side, in a short gray nanny dress, under which I could see her thick

diapers. To the other side, Sammy was sitting on a changing pad in diapers

and plastic panties with the soother again connected to a feeding bottle,

watching a video tape of a man being regressed to a baby. [Later I would

remember the man was me].

As we talked Shelagh asked me questions like, "Doesn't Sammy look silly

dressed in diapers like a baby. And you know what he wets his diapers like

a baby too."

The conversation continued along the lines of how silly grownups and big

boys looked in diapers, and how silly they were to wet their diapers. Then

she began asking me things like how long I'd been toilet trained, and did I

wear diapers. Was I a bedwetter and so on.

Eventually the answers turned to something like:

"I've been toily trained for nearly three months" [true, since for almost a

year before that she'd kept me in diapers]. "I only wear diapers to bed

because I still wet my bed like a baby." [again true, since as far as I

knew I was still a chronic bedwetter]

For the 6 weeks prior to the show, this is what she had been preparing me

for. Erasing recallable memory of being dry at night before, believing I

had always worn diapers to bed, since I could only remember the nights from

the time I'd come to live with her, and believing I'd only been toilet

trained for a few months.

As we continued to talk, she began saying things like "Well I think it's

kind of strange a grown boy like you still has to wear diapers to bed. I

think you're still just a big baby. I'll bet you still wet your pants

sometimes, just like a baby, and should be kept in diapers all the time."

I started to protest by saying "No, I'm a big boy and don't wet my pants

anymore !" when I felt myself letting loose and wetting my pants. As the

wet stain spread across my pale blue pants, it was obvious what had

happened, and the audience started to laugh. I felt embarassed and ashamed

at wetting myself in front of all these people, and starting snivelling.

With that Shelagh said, "Some big boy, look at you. You just pissed your

pants, like the big baby Sammy did a minute ago. I think we'd better have

nanny Sharon change both the big babies, and put you in diapers too.", and

then Sharon led me over to the other changing table, and stripped off my

slacks and underwear and cleaned me up, and then pinned a thick, print

diaper on, pulling up clear plastic panties.

I was then led back to Shelagh, only now I felt like a toddler around 3

years old, instead of a grown boy. The diapers had been a cue to make me

regress further.

As I stood in front of the audience again, Shelagh said "That's better,

that's what big babies should wear so they don't wet their pants, and make

a mess on the furniture or floor. I'll bet you wet your diapers like a

newborn don't you, that's why you don't want to wear diapers, and try to

pretend you're a big boy."

I argued with her for a few minutes, and we kept going in circles with her

saying "I'll bet you wet your diapers like a newborn", until all of a

sudden I felt my bladder emptying again into my diapers.

As the helplessness of the situation hit me, I began to feel more and more

helpless, more and more like a little baby. After all I'd just wet my

diapers again like a newborn, and knew I couldn't help it. As the

realization hit me, I had trouble standing, and fell on my heavily padded

bottom, and started sucking my thumb.

Sharon took my thumb out, and gave me a soother, then Shelagh told me to

crawl over beside Sammy and watch the TV for a few minutes.

While Sharon changed the video cassette, Shelagh explained that the video

tape was part of our hypnotic programming. This short 15 minute tape would

show a young man helplessly being regressed by his mistress every time she

said a cue word to him, then being taken out in public acting like a 1 year

old baby. It showed him being changed by other women friends of his

mistress, and treated like a baby by everyone.

Then she came over and sat behind Sammy and I and told us things like "See

the man always becomes mommy's helpless little baby when she wants him as

her baby, just like you will be. And see even when he's dressed in his big

boy clothes and trying to play grown up he still wears diapers and wets and

messes his diapers like a little baby, just like you will."

As the movie ended, she told us both to remember the movie vividly, and to

get in our high chairs. I could barely walk to the chair, and Sharon had to

hold my hand and help me up.

Then, Shelagh told us we had to sit quietly in our high chairs after she

awakened us and remain to talk about the movie and listen to what she had

to tell us. Then she renormalized us.

We talked with her about the movie we'd just seen and told her how dreadful

it would be to be taken out dressed like that, and acting like that. It was

Ok to play baby at home, but to be forced like that to actually be a baby,

would be shameful. And to have to wear diapers all the time, even as a

grown up and use them like a baby, would be terrible. It was Ok when we

were babies, but not as adults. Only babies should wear diapers, and use

diapers.

Shelagh said something else to us, and then I felt sort of detached. I

recognized her, and knew sort of where I was, but felt strange sitting in a

high chair, dressed in a diaper, which was wet. I could tell from the look

on Sam's face that he felt the same, only worse.

He started shouting, what the hell was going on etc, and Shelagh said "Calm

down and be a good boy, and I'll tell you." the proceeded with

Part -4-

He started shouting, what the hell was going on etc., and Shelagh said "Calm

down and be a good boy, and I'll tell you." then proceeded with

"My name is Shelagh, and I'm a hypnotist. You know what a hypnotist is,

someone who gets control of other peoples' minds and makes them do things

to amuse people. I might make some people bark like dogs, or act like

little children or do anything silly to amuse me or the people here in the

audience.

But for you two, I have a special plan. You remember the movie you just

saw, how the man began acting like a baby, and how he wore diapers just

like you're wearing, and wet and messed in his diapers like a baby.

Well, I'm going to turn both of you into babies. Helpless little babies who

wet their diapers all the time, and mess in their diapers. Little babies

who drink from baby bottles, and cry for their mommies or nanny, and go

anywhere their mommy or nanny takes them, helplessly.

I'm going to make you wet your diapers like little babies, then you're

going to feel like babies in wet diapers, and keep getting younger and

younger until you become completely helpless babies. And you're going to

keep on wearing diapers from now on, and using your diapers like the big

babies you are from now on.

After I hypnotize you, you will no longer be able to control yourself, and

will wet and mess helplessly like little babies. Big grown men in diapers

like big babies, because that's what you will be, from now on."

We both kicked up a fuss for a few minutes, then she pulled on a cord, and

all of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my penis and groin, and realized I

was also wearing a collar and cage like Sammy.

Shelagh said 'That's better now. Both of you do as I tell you or you'll

really feel the pain in your little worms. Be good little boys, and you'll

become good little babies. Be bad boys, and you'll still become little

babies, but it won't be so pleasant or easy for you."

Then she stood up and began swinging her pendant slowly in front of us. I

knew what she was trying to do, and tried to resist, but a tug on my leash,

had my eyes open and staring at the pendant.

Soon, the fixation on the pendant, the droning of her voice and the mental

images of falling into a deep trance, led me into a deep hypnotic state,

where I was concentrating on her voice and words more than I could ever

remember.

I felt myself drawn down further and further into a sort of total

surrender. A soft, floating detached sort of feeling where I could no

longer tell the difference between dream and real. Where anything she said

to me was true, right, correct and believable. Then I felt myself becoming

totally dependent on Shelagh. Completely in her control. With no power,

strength or ability to resist anything she said to me or wanted me to do.

Soon, she told me to release all conscious, voluntary control over my

bladder and sphinter muscles. To undo all the toilet training I had ever

had. To place it in a strong garbage can, and throw it away forever. As the

image of sealing my voluntary control over my bladder and bowels filled my

mind, I could feel my sphincter muscles becoming weak, relaxed sort of

detached from me, as though they were no longer part of me. Then as I began

drinking from a baby bottle of warm juice, I could feel a pressure building

in my bladder, and despite Shelagh's suggestions to try and control it, I

somehow knew I no longer had any control over my bladder and felt it empty

helplessly, uncontrollably, involuntarily into my diaper, and felt my

diaper getting warm, wet, soft and feeling oh so nice.

Then I knew I would repeat this over and over and over many thousands of

time. I could not stop it from happening. Every time a part of me sensed my

bladder filling, it would know I would empty it helplessly, and that I

should wear diapers all the time since I couldn't help wetting or messing

as a baby.

Wearing diapers and wetting and messing in diapers all the time, night and

day no matter how old I thought I was, I would always have to wear diapers

and wet and mess as a baby. Wearing diapers and wetting and messing in my

diapers would always remind me that I was really just a big baby.

As this realization hit, I felt the same weakness and sense of detachment

and loss of control spread throughout my whole being. Somehow I knew that

babies wore diapers, and since I was wearing diapers I must be a baby. A

helpless baby who wet and messed helplessly, who couldn't talk or feed

himself or care for himself, but was totally dependent on mommy or nanny to

be changed or fed.

I saw myself at parties, lying on the rug being changed by mommy and

nanny's friends, cooing happily as they played with my baby worm, and

spread baby lotion and powder on me before pinning on a fresh diaper. I saw

myself in the park, crawling in just a diaper and diaper top on the grass,

and in the baby department of the mall baby store playing with a rattle or

baby toy, helpless to stop acting like a little one year old baby.

I saw myself acting and feeling as a little baby just as I did now,

whenever Sharon or Shelagh said "Mikey is a little baby", and acting like a

little baby, yet knowing somehow I was still a grown man whenver they said

"Mikey feels like a little baby".

I felt how helpless, out of control I was, and knew I could not stop acting

like a little baby whenever they said this too me. No matter where I was,

what I was doing I would always begin to act like a little one year old

baby or to act and feel and become a little helpless one year old baby.

Then I felt myself getting older, kind of growing up, yet I was still

wearing diapers and wetting and messing like a newborn. Wearing diapers to

bed every night. And to school, then work, everywhere I went wearing

diapers, carrying my diaper bag with me.

Then, I was full grown, and it was today. Yet here I was, on a stage, in

front of over a hundred people and I'd just wet myself helplessly wearing

diapers. Now, I was standing up and telling all these people how I was a

big baby who couldn't control himself and had to wear diapers and plastic

panties like a little baby, and that I could never be toilet trained

because I would always be a big baby, a big baby in wet, messy diapers.

Then Sammy was doing the same. Only just as he finished, he got a funny

look on his face, and I could see he was pooing his diaper.

I started to laugh at him, then noticed the feeling in my own diapers of

warm, squishy poo helplessly filling the seat and crotch of my diapers and

I felt really helpless, young, strange. Well, like a baby.

Shelagh said "Look at you both. Standing there telling people you're big

babies, and then wetting and messing your diapers like little babies.

You're both just helpless little babies. You probably can't even stand up

on your own can you. !!"

In seconds, I couldn't seem to hold my balance, and soon sat down hard on

my bum, on a pad conveniently place behind me. As I hit the floor, I could

feel the mess in my diaper spread up the back and front of my diapers, and

to add insult the sudden jolt made me wet again. By now, the inside of my

diapers were about as wet, slippery and messy as they could get, and I

started squirming around on the mat, and as I squirmed my little penis

started to rub on the diaper and it felt sooooo goood.

Shelagh left us for a few minutes, half squirming half rolling in our

diapers, then said "Look at you two messy little babies. You really like

the feelings of your wet, messy diapers. You love how nice and slippery

slidey it feels to play in wet, messy diapers don't you. I think you really

want to diddle your diapers don't you.

Helplessly rubbing yourself and playing in your diapers like messy,

naughtly little babies. Just as you can't stop wetting and messing you

can't stop the feeling of wanting to diddle your diapers right here, right

now.

Go ahead and diddle your diapers you dirty, messy little babies."

In seconds, I was on my knees, rubbing my little penis for all it was worth

in my shit filled diapers. Just as I felt release coming, Shelagh said "NO,

you can't come yet. You have to start all over and tell us what you are

doing, and why your are doing it, and what that makes you."

I tried to resist, but in less than a minute, I couldn't help it. The need

for relief was the only thing on my mind, and soon I was kneeling at the

front of the stage saying "I'm masturbating in my pissy, shitty diaper

because I am a helpless pissy baby slave. I love the feeling of playing in

my wet, shitty diapers." over and over. Then she told us we could continue

diddling in our diapers but had to keep telling the people what that made

us and why we were doing it.

As I reached a mind bending climax, I was thinking 'How can I be doing

this' and alternating between 'God, this feels good. I love it.'

Shelagh then had us both play on the rocking horse for a few minutes, while

we sucked on another feeding tube, feeling our little tummies getting full

again with juice, and our messy diapers smearing all over our little

bottoms.

Then she had us crawling around on the stage, and playing with baby toys.

She told us to keep playing until we wet our diaper again, then sit down

and cry for our diaper change. It wasn't long before I was ready for a

change and Sharon led me by the hand to the changing table.

Once we were changed, we were led to a nice soft blankie near the front

centre stage, and laid down on the blankie with our fresh bottles of warm

milk, and placed deeper into hypnosis. I remember feeling like I was in a

dark tunnel going back in time, back to a time where I wasn't anymore.

I didn't know who or what I was. I was just feelings, sensations and soft

and pliable, ready to be molded like soft clay.

Then I could see my baby sister, and her pretty clothes and I wanted those

pretty clothes for my own. Then all of a sudden I started to know who I

was, and what I was.

I was baby Michelle, and I was wearing soft, thick pick diapers, and cute

lacey little rhumba panties. I the soft fluffy pink baby dress felt so

soothing and nice and made me feel pretty, soft, submissive. I like baby

Michelle.

And then I could see myself coming thru the tunnel again and could see baby

Michelle still dressed in her pretty clothes, and feel those cute, soft,

cuddly baby girl clothes on me now. And baby Michelle LOVED to suck. Really

needed to suck. And someone gave me a nice big, warm soother to suck and it

tasted nice and filled my mouth up nicely as I contentedly, dreamily sucked

my soother, but I still wanted something different, more to suck.

Something I could only suck as baby Michelle, crawling on my knees in front

of daddy or daddy's friends, or friends mommy let me crawl in front of.

Then I was on my knees crawling towards a chair, and I opened my eyes.

There IT was.

A nice thick penis. A nice man was going to let me suck his penis for him,

and make me a happy baby Michelle.

I asked the man very nicely "Can me suck you peepee, peez ?" and he said.

"Sure you can you sweet little baby. You look so cute, I'm sure you're a

good little cocksucker, aren't you Michelle ??" and then I knew baby

Michelle was a cute, sweet little cocksucker.

That night, I sucked my first cock. Dressed in thick pink, patterned

diapers, with lacey ruffled rhumba panties, in a soft pink and yellow

polyester frock, with a lacey pink crinoline, and two little pink and

yellow ribbons in my hair. I sucked for all I was worth, and as I sucked

Shelagh kept telling me how nice it felt, how good it was. What a good

little baby cocksucker I was becoming.

As the nice man started to come, I felt the front of my diaper getting

slowly wet and warm, and then as he gushed into my mouth, and I sucked

harder and harder, I came in my diapers. Cumming like I'd never come

before.

Then, I was told to close my eyes and let the memory of what had just

happened play thru my mind, like watching a movie against my eyelids, and

enjoy the experience, feelings and sensations more and more as it replayed

in my memory.

In a bit, I was led over to another chair, and boy oh boy, another cock to

suck. And I sucked him like a pro. I was getting really good at this. Only

this time, I didn't come in my diapers, but wetting my diapers as he came

in my mouth felt just as good. In fact even better.

Sammy and I continued to amuse the audience for a while, then Sammy was

sent back to his mommy dressed in a diaper, clear plastic panties and a

Mickey Mouse T Shirt. He was not to change his own diapers for a week, but

could only let mommy or another lady mommy said was OK to change his

diapers, and he had to aske VERY nicely like a good little baby. By the end

of the week Sammy would know he was just a big baby, and had no control of

his bladder or bowels and would need to keep wearing diapers as a symbol of

what a big baby he was. At home, only mommy or someone she designated could

change his diapers, so if he was a bad boy, he'd have to stay in his wet,

messy diapers until mommy was pleased with him again.

Then it was my turn.

I was given 4 posthypnotic instructions. First whenever Shelagh or Sharon

said "Mikey is a baby", I would regress to feel and act completely like a

one year old baby. A helpless, dependent baby in every way, and would

remain so until they said "Time to wake up babykins". Second, whenever they

said "Mikey feels like a baby" I would act like a 2 year old baby, but

still feel like a grownup, knowing I was acting like a 2 year old, but

unable to stop myself. I would walk, talk, wet and mess, eat and react like

a 2 year old in every way, yet know I was really a grown man, again until

Sharon or Shelagh said "Time to wake up babykins."

Thirdly, whenever either of them said "Let Michelle come out and play", I

would become baby Michelle. The cute, sweet, submissive little 18 month old

baby girl that loved to suck cocks. I would want to wear the cutest, most

babyish looking baby girl clothes I could find, and use all my coquetish,

baby girl tricks to get a man to let me suck his cock, unitl I wet my

diaper as he came in my mouth.

Fourth, I would from now on have no bladder or bowel control after 10:00 at

night, and would have to wear diapers to bed every night, knowing that I

was just a big baby who would wet and mess his diapers helplessly every

night. I would also have to wear diapers for the next year, and use my

diapers as a baby for that year, until I was ready for potty training. If I

tried to cheat, and use a potty before the two years, I would add 3 months

for every time I cheated.

Lastly, I would feel a strong compulsive need to show off my pretty baby

girl clothes tonite to at least 3 strangers and would have to suck 3 more

cocks before baby Michelle would go to sleep and baby Mikey would come out

and stay out until the weekend. In case you don't know, Jan. 1, 1980 was a

Tuesday, and that meant I would be baby Mikey until Saturday, three full

days.

When I woke up, lying on the blankie, I stretched, Sharon helped me up, and

I went almost immediately to the mirror and primped and admired my pretty

baby girl dress, panties, crinolines and felt how smooth, soft and almost

sensual they felt.

Now, I was 36 years old, and not small built at around 180 pounds, yet here

I was, fully awake. Out of hypnosis, and primping in the mirror like a

little girl dressed up pretty for her first birthday party.

Sharon helped me down the steps to the audience and left me in the charge

of Auntie Mary and Uncle Stewart. Uncle Stewart was a real nice man, and

let me sit at his knee. Uncle Stewart let me play with his peepee, then

when I sneaked it out, let me suck it, and I made my diapers all nice and

wet again. It felt soooo nice to wet my diapers again. Now they were real

nice and warm and wet, and my little thing felt all nice and squishy in my

wet diapers.

Then auntie Mary saw what I was doing, and told me to go show the nice

people outside my pretty clothes. This seemed like a great idea, and off I

traipsed to the lobby to show the nice people my dress and cute diapers.

Picture this if you can. A grown 36 year old man, dressed in yellow and

white dress, with full crinolines, two bows in his hair, a big penis shaped

soother around his neck on a pink satiny ribbon, wearing lacey ruffled

rhumba panties, which are fairly clear in the front, and a VERY wet diaper,

which is pink with raggedy ann prints on it.

When I say VERY wet, I mean, I'd wet my diaper at least four times, and it

now had about 4 cups of pee soaked into it, and a little puddle forming in

the crotch as my legs squished it together when I toddled. Fortunately,

Sharon had pinned it very securely at my waist and hips, or I think it

would have slipped off from the weight.

Now, here I come, lisping "See mister. My preepree dress, and nice, wet

didee", like a little 2 year old girl, and lift up my dress and crinoline

to show you my rhumba panties and nice, wet diapers.

Well that's what about 30 people in the lobby got to see when I traipsed

out to show them my pretty clothes, and the three people walking by the

club, after I slipped by the VERY shocked security guard at the door.

And what the people on the main street would have seen, if Sharon hadn't

gotten to me, and dragged me back into the club, scolding me for going out

without my coat, and showing everyone my pissy diapers. She took me

petulantly back into the club, and laid me down on the floor and proceeded

to change my wet diapers right there.

Almost as soon as she was done, I scurried back to uncle Stewart, and he

let me suck his friend, then sent me over to the next table, and another

nice man let me suck his cock.

As that third cock came in my mouth, and I wet my diaper for the second

time since being changed, I felt a real change coming over me, and felt

myself kind of floating thru a dream, and then I woke up with very wet

diapers, and a cock in my mouth, and sat back and started to cry.

Sharon came over and asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't say. All I

could do was cry, and whine, and finally she said "Oh baby Mikey wet his

didees again, and wants them changed. Let's let auntie Mary change Mikey's

didees, OK."

With that, Mary gave me a bottle to suck while she ably stripped off my wet

diaper, and put on a fresh diaper. I drifted off to sleep, dreaming of my

teddy, my toys and all the nice wet diapers I was going to have.

The next morning I woke up in my crib in wet, messy diapers and was hungry

to boot. Shelagh changed me, gave me my morning bottle, and left me to

sleep a bit until she and Sharon were ready to have a real big baby around.

I spent the next 3 days as baby Mikey or baby Michelle completely, until

Saturday morning, when I woke up in my crib, again in wet messy diapers,

but this time I was grown up Mikey.

Sharon and Shelagh were awakened by my showering, and when I came out in a

Polo Shirt and track pants, they asked what I'd been up to. I said "Oh I

just had to clean up after changing my night diapers, and had a quick

shower. I guess I'd better do some laundry after breakfast, or I'll be out

of diapers soon."

They both smiled at the matter of fact way I handled the fact I had wet and

messed in diapers at night, and knew I'd need more that day.

Saturday and Sunday, Shelagh hypnotized me a couple of times to help me

remember the New Years party and the past 3 days vividly, and to reinforce

the suggestions she'd given me.

For the next year or so it was mostly "business as usual" with me doing the

research, typing and analysis for Shelagh, handling her bookings and

appointments and looking after things.

I spent most nights sleeping "like a baby" in my crib, and occasionally a

weekend or long weekend as a baby with Sharon or Shelagh caring for me. A

few times Michelle came out to play to amuse Shelagh's friends. Then in the

early spring, Shelagh had to go on an extended tour for 6 weeks in Canada

and the USA, and I was to continue the research for a paper she hoped would

get her into a post at a New York state university. [she had a real thing

about position or credibility by degree].

I was to cancel her few appointments, except for four Sharon could handle

and two Angelique would take at our place.

Well I cancelled the appointments OK, but decided to do some experimenting

of my own with the four Sharon was to handle. I was an experienced

hypnotist before meeting Shelagh, and was doing all the research, typing

and analysis myself for her, and of course learning and developing my own

knowledge base at the same time. I also knew Sharon's key cue, and knew I

could handle her.

I used my skills and knowledge to work on Sharon, to keep her from "telling

on me", and then took the first two clients, with Sharon's help. The first

guy we followed the usual "script" and scene, but with the second, who was

really into baby humiliation, I became adventurous and had him leave the

"nursery" in just his already wet diapers, without plastic pants, and told

him to stay like that until 5:00 pm. How was I to know he had a business

meeting that afternoon. The third "victim", I sent out with a posthypnotic

suggestion to regress to age 2 at 3:00 and remain that way until 6:00.

The only problem was I forgot he lived on the west coast, and was flying

out to return home that afternoon on a 1:20 pm [New York time] flight. That

afternoon, just after his wife had picked him up at the Seattle airport he

began regressing, wet his pants, started to cry, and was a VERY bad 2 year

old until 6:00 pm that night. After the scene at home, he was forced to

confess what he'd been doing for several years on his New York business

trips.

The fourth victim, another one who like being shamed in diapers, was told

to wear diapers for the next 10 days and nights, but only change every 6

hours. Needless to say, by the third day he had quite a diaper rash. [Never

wear a messy diaper for an extended time, or the diaper rash can be very

serious and lead to major infection.].

You guessed it. When Shelagh got back, and learned of my shenanigans, I was

in big trouble. She ranted and raved for hours, and when I finally got into

a shouting match that I was as good as she was, and wanted to prove it with

these "wimps" as I called them, she blew her stack.

The year had passed since the New Year's party, and I was ready for potty

training, and almost ready for training pants, since I only wet my pants

three or four times a week now. I still wore diapers to bed every night of

course, but then all babies wear diapers to bed.

After a day or so, when Shelagh saw the research I'd done, she calmed down

and finally complimented me on what I'd done, and said she'd be able to use

some of it as a reward. I thought this a little strange since most of it

was on "brainwashing type" stuff used during the Korean and Vietnam wars,

but she said she was going to develop her paper on countering brainwashing

techniques, and was sure it would earn her the position of respect she

wanted.

About two weeks later, we were all sitting in the living room fooling

around, when Sharon started complaining "You know, Mikey should be staying

drier by now, but he's wetting his pants two or three times a day. I think

he's still just a big baby !!" to which Shelagh replied "Well maybe Mikey

just wants to wear diapers. I'll bet Mikey feels like a baby, most of the

time, and wants to wet his diapers. Right Mikey !!"

Well, Mikey didn't say much. Mikey was 2 years old, and had wet his pants,

and the couch much to Sharon and Shelagh's amusement. They had set me up.

Sharon was pissed at what I'd done to her, duping her into helping me with

the four victims, and Shelagh was determined to get even for losing two of

her clients and fooling around when I should have been working.

"Well Mikey, we can't have you peeing on the furniture, so I guess we'd

better put you back in your baby diapers. In fact, you'll be in baby

diapers for much longer than you ever expected."

I really don't remember much of the next two weeks or so, except that every

where we went, I was baby Mikey or Michelle. To the park, the mall, three

parties and always around the house. Everything I wore was designed to show

off my diapers, and I had to ask to be changed by crying or talking baby

talk.

I hated it. I knew I was a grown man, yet I couldn't help wetting or

messing my diapers, and kept sucking my thumb or fingers or a soother if it

was given to me. I'd get all excited about going to the playground then

remember I was a grown man, playing in diapers and plastic panties on a

seesaw or slide [plastic pants don't slide very well, especially when

they're wet].

Several times I remember Shelagh giving me a needle of some sort, and I'd

feel really scared and worried until she soothed me and helped me relax. It

seemed I could never stay dry. Almost as soon as I was changed, I would wet

again, and I would "hide" and stay in my wet diapers until Sharon found me

and go me down to change me.

Finally, I woke up one morning in very wet diapers, very messy diapers. But

I knew I was a grown man. Part of me wanted to change my diapers, but

another part of me knew I couldn't change until 10:00 am, so all I could do

was put on another diaper over the wet, messy diaper.

As I put on the fresh diaper, I noticed I was already wearing three night

diapers, and could hardly stand with so much bulk and weight between my

legs. Getting my trousers over the diapers was impossible, so I had to go

to breakfast in just my diapers, plastic pants and shirt.

As I waddled into the dining nook, Sharon and Shelagh both started

laughing, and as I sat down, and made a face at the mess squishing around

in my diapers they started again.

"Well how's it feel to be wearing pissy, shitty diapers big guy. You'd

better get used to it, 'cause you're going to be wearing the same diaper

for 12 hours at a stretch for a while, and be wearing diapers all the time

for a long, long time from now on."

Shelagh explained that she'd used my research to develop her technique to

ensure almost total compliance with and obedience to her hypnotic

suggestions. She'd also learned about two drugs used by the "brainwashers"

and got one of her clients who was a pharmacist to get her enough to use on

me.

For the last twelve days she'd been using her technique on me to ensure my

complete acceptance of 4 posthypnotic suggestions, and had been using the

drugs at night while she ran a tape to further ingrain her programming.

The way I'd accepted being a baby and going everywhere as a baby the past

two weeks had proved my acceptance of her first suggestion. The fact I

hadn't changed my diapers this morning proved my acceptance of the second,

and she said, I would also notice I was wetting much more heavily now than

before. In fact, I was probably wetting myself every 15 or 20 minutes now,

as she had "trained" me with the night tapes.

As I thought about it, I remembered how I had wet myself at least twice in

the past hour, but thought "I'll show you, and drop my dirty diaper right

here", but found I couldn't even get my panties down, let alone figure out

how the pins worked.

It was now about 8:30, and Shelagh said "Give up Mikey. You'll be wearing

those diapers until 10:00 this morning when you can change, IF I LET YOU,

then wear that diaper until bedtime at 10:00. As your diapers get wetter

and wetter, you will just add another soaker diaper on top.

I imagine by tonite, you should have a pretty tender little butt, and by

tomorrow morning should be ready to see Dr. Main about your diaper rash.

Once you see Dr. Main, and tell HER what a big, pissy baby you are, I will

let you change every five hours for three days, then every three hours."

Shelagh was right on target. As Sharon helped me change for bedtime, my

butt was quite sore and raw, but I was damned if I was going to give in to

her. This was a war of wills, and I was going to win.

Who am I kidding ?

By the third day, I had a horrible diaper rash. Besides wetting every 20

minutes or so, I was still messing my diapers 5 or six times a day, so I

was sitting in wet, messy diapers for almost 12 hours at a stretch.

Finally, I called Dr. Main's office and made an appointment for 9:45 the

next day. That way, I figured I could change just before I went in, and at

least that way not be a total mess when I saw her.

Unbeknownst to me, Dr. Main was one of the doctors who looked after many of

the working girls Shelagh associated with or knew, and Shelagh and Sharon

with a little help from Jacqueline had really set me up.

I got to the office, wearing the only pants I could find to fit over my

diapers [five night diapers this time] around 9:40, and was informed doctor

was held up a bit but would be in around 10:00, which was fine by me,

'cause I'd have time to change and clean up.

At about 9:55 I sneaked into the washroom and stipped off my wet shitty

diapers, rinsing them as best as possible in the toilet, then putting them

in a plastic bag in my diaper bag. To be safe, I put on two cloth diapers

[sharon had packed my large, nursery print diapers for me, instead of the

white snap fastener pant style diapers I wore sometimes, like training

pants, so I had to pin the outer diaper on over the extra soaker diaper.]

my plastic pants and went back to wait.

Dr. Main didn't come in until 10:30, when the nurse/receptionist said "Oh

Mr. Henley, we'll need some information." I expected her to give me a form

for insurance and whatnot, but as I went to the window, she told me to sit

down and began asking questions.

By now, there were about 15 other patients in the waiting room, mostly

mothers with young children ranging from toddlers to young teens, and a few

women on their own.

Everything went fine until she asked "Nature of complaint or illness" and I

replied "Rash".

She said "Where is this rash", and when I replied "on my buttocks" she

said "What type of rash do you have. Stop playing games !!" very sternly.

Then I blurted out "Diaper Rash" feeling like a little boy who'd just been

asked what dirty words he'd said.

As I heard a few titters behind me, she asked in a loud voice, "And how

long have you had this diaper rash."

The questioning went on for about three days [ok so it was really only a

few more minutes, but it seemed three days], with great emphasis on phrases

like "your diaper rash" "how long do you wear your wet diapers" etc.

When she finished the inquisition, she said "Well diaper rash isn't a major

problem, so you'll have to wait for a few of the patients with more serious

problems than a diaper rash. If you need to change your diaper, there's a

changing room to the right of the cloak closet there." and left me to

shamefacedly find my seat.

Finally, around 11:45 the doctor came out and said "Mr. Henly, let's have a

look at that diaper rash." and the nurse let me into the room.

By now, about half the patients had turned over, and the new ones were

tittering as I got up to follow the doctor. Of course, maybe the fact that

my diapers were quite saturated now, and had leaked at the crotch had

something to do with it.

The nurse told me to strip down put on the gown, and the doctors would be

right back. I took no notice of the plural, and quickly took off my shirt,

trousers and socks, then found I couldn't take off my wet diapers.

Of course not, it was only two hours since I'd changed, so I put on a fresh

diaper over the wet ones, and got up on the table.

As Dr. Main came in, she introduced 3 other doctors and began, "Mr. Henly

is a 36 year old incontinent, completely dependent on diapers. According to

Dr. Braun, the referring, [shelagh used the last name Braun] he is also an

infantilist who like to pretend he's a baby who has to wear diapers. Like

many fetishists he has gone slightly overboard, and developed an acute

diaper rash."

To me she said "Well let's have a look at your tush there" and lifted up

the gown.

When she saw I was still wearing my diapers, she asked why, and when I

explained I couldn't change myself, she said "Dr. Jones would you do the

honors. It seems our big baby here can't change his own diapers yet."

I was ready to die. Dr. Jones was about 25, with a face like an angel. Long

blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a voice like honey.

She said "My, my what a wet baby you are. You should have brought mommy with

you to change your wet diapers. You're going to get a really bad diaper

rash in those wet diapers."

As she pulled down the pants, she started to giggle, and said "Oh those are

so cute. I have some like those for my little baby. He really likes Babar

too."

I was ready to cry, but figured I was humiliated enough already and crying

would only make it worse.

After a cursory examination, Dr. Main spread some sort of cortisone cream

on the rash, and gave me a prescription for more telling me to have mommy

put it on at every change, and to make sure I was changed whenever I was

wet.

I was to come back in three days for a checkup.

Dr. Smith, another lady, did the honors of putting a fresh diaper on me,

but before I was properly diapered, they all had a giggle when I wet myself

lying on the table. Dr. Jones said "Just like my little guy does. As soon

as I get the diaper off him he'll pee all over the place. Honestly, baby

boys seem to have no control at all."

By the time I got back, I was waterlogged, with the front, crotch back and

down the inside and back of both my trouser legs soaked with pee. I had

hoped to get in shower, put on some more cream and a fresh diaper, but no

luck.

I couldn't get the old diaper off, and remembered I'd have to wear it for

five hours. And the next, and the next after that.

Three days later, the diaper rash was much worse, and I'd developed two bad

raw spots on my tush. Dr. Main insisted on checking me into her clinic, and

I wound up in the clinic for 3 days being treated for diaper rash.

Shelagh came by the first night, and removed the suggestion making me wear

the same diaper for 5 hours at a stretch, but replaced it with the

suggestion I would have to cry to be changed like a little baby. Two of the

nurses had seen Dr. Main's remarks about my being an infantilist, and went

along whenever I cried, fussing over me and talking to me like I was a

baby.

Finally, the rash cleared up, and things got back to "normal". Normal being

my wetting my diapers almost every 20 minutes, messing my diapers any time

I ate more than a cookie or glass of milk, and carrying around 12 to 15

diapers anytime we went out.

Oh I still got some "cuddling time" and babying from Sharon especially, but

most of the time it was business as usual, with lots of research being

done, and Shelagh's show bookings increasing constantly in Europe, and the

eastern states and Nevada. She was doing a lot more "legitimate" gigs now

in Vegas, Reno, London, Montreal, Toronto and becoming quite adventurous.

Her technique was polished to the best I've ever seen, and combined with

her thought projection abilities made her a formidable hypnotist.

Unfortunately, she never got her "legitimacy" thru the university, and took

it out on Sharon and I for about two weeks. We were the best behaved little

kids you'll ever see, and almost run off our little feet keeping mommy

happy.

I messed up once more with one of the girls who worked with Pauline, and

tried to get her to do my bidding as my personal "slave" and got

appropriately punished for that.

For almost two weeks, Shelagh kept up a dauntless round of programming, and

finally we sat in the sunroom, and she said " I hope you've finally learned

your lesson. I'm the master hypnotist in this family, and you'll do as

you're darn well told. That nasty dominant streak in you should be pretty

well worked out by now, and if not, will be shortly, as you continue to wet

yourself like a baby.

You can remember the suggestions I gave you now, but you know nothing you

can do will undo them. The harder you try to overcome, the more they will

take effect."

As I thought about this, I knew she had programmed me to:

-give up all voluntary control of my bladder and bowels for 2 years, and to

use my diapers like a newborn infant until the 2 years passed, then

gradually mature until I was ready for daytime potty training.

-even after I was daytime trained, I would continue to wear night diapers

and wet my bed like a baby forever, and twice a year, wear diapers for 10

consecutive days, using them as a baby.

-to admit to anyone who asked why I wore diapers that I was just a big

baby.

-to allow as much of my baby side as possible to continue to grow and

develop until I would accept myself as a baby and become a baby again.

This last bit had a real strange twist. Every time I wet my diaper, it

would remind me that I was just a big baby. Over the next 7 years, the more

time I spent as a baby or in diapers the more easily I could and would

accept becoming a complete baby.

If I was wearing daytime diapers 7 years from now, or being babied 7 years

from now, I would let out more and more of the baby Mikey until I returned

to becoming a complete baby. I would develop the sucking urges of a baby,

begin to use toddler or baby vocabulary, react as a baby to shiny,

"pretties", and gradually become more and more of a complete baby,

dependent totally on mommy or daddy. Part of , or all of the new baby might

be baby Michelle, but the new Mikey would be all baby.

Much of me doubted this, but a small part of me had a nagging feeling it

could happen, especially based on what I knew and had learned. The date was

March 1, 1983. It is significant. [read MTRUTH.ASC if you want to learn

why].

That was that. No more babying from Shelagh, or Sharon. I was to be a grown

man, who wet and messed like an infant. It felt good to use my diapers, but

felt shameful to need to wear them. After all I was 36 years old, and

should be toilet trained by now. Of course this was all part of her plan to

teach me a lesson.

In August 1983, Shelagh was doing a regular show in Windsor, Ontario over

the Labor Day weekend, and wound up doing a "private" show after hours. She

hypnotized some kid, who was a TV, and had him dressed up in little girl

clothing and had him blow two Dguys on stage.

It turned out the kid belonged to some bigwig in Detroit, and she had to

split.

About a month later, Sharon and I got a letter telling us the take what we

wanted, to send her some special notes, books and files and the let

Jacqueline and Katrine take over the house.

She had promised to send a tape that would help me regain control earlier

than the two years, but it never came. Of course, I moved to Canada to live

with my brrrrrrrrrrrother-in-law and sister-in-law, then went to England for a while.

I haven't heard from her since, either in the states or Europe, but had

[D_Rainger]

All,

I'm going to make one last plea: PLEASE DON'T POST THINGS WITHOUT THE AUTHOR'S PERMISSION!

Even if it is impossible to get the copyright holder's permission, still don't do it. You can keep an archive copy, you can send a copy to your friends, you can take it to bed with you, but don't post it without permission. We had a HUGE discussion about this on another web site. 99% of the community had no idea what "copyright" really meant. "Public domain" is another misunderstood phrase.

Ignorance of the law, sacrifice for the good of the many, or simply sentimental feelings are no excuse for doing the morally correct thing. No, I don't believe in following the letter of the law. I do believe in respecting the creator of a work of art. When will the cycle of disrespect stop?

-D R

[babygirlabby]

ok so here is the best definition of COPYRIGHT and public domain that pertains to your claims of disrespect

Copyright

A legal notice that protects "original works of authorship" both published and unpublished. However, these works must be in a form accessible to others. You can't copyright ideas. The copyright is automatic and assumed from the moment the work is produced. However, it is easy for works to "slip into the public domain." All that needs to happen is for the author to "publish" without proper copyright notification. Proper notification is a statement on the work that it has been copyrighted by the author and the date of the copyright, i.e. Copyright 2002, Fred Author

so if you can find me any posting of this story with a authors name on it I will remove it but you won't because there is not one! if there was one and I posted it with out there permission then I would be infringing on there rights but as you can see with out laying claim to your work you can not claim a copyright not to mention when you get further in to the legal aspect of the copyright laws there are in most cases time limatations on this infact! and then on top of that you argue the fact that you should respect copyright laws then you say that its ok to copy it and send it to other people but not to post it well they both break the copyright and further more you will see when you read the definition of public domain that if there is no claim by an author it is infact public domain and may be used by anyone for any purpose

so unless there is some other copy of this story that is available to the public(online or on paper)with the author's name attached to it I have broken no copyright laws and on the public domain part again I will post the definition

and let me quote" Public domain comprises the body of knowledge and innovation (especially creative works such as writing, art, music, and inventions) in relation to which no person or other legal entity can established"

Public domain

comprises the body of knowledge and innovation (especially creative works such as writing, art, music, and inventions) in relation to which no person or other legal entity can establish or maintain proprietary interests within a particular legal jurisdiction. This body of information and creativity is considered to be part of a common cultural and intellectual heritage, which, in general, anyone may use or exploit, whether for commercial or non-commercial purposes. About 15 percent of all books are in the public domain, including 10 percent of all books that are still in print.[1]

If an item ("work") is not in the public domain, it may be the result of a proprietary interest such as a copyright, patent, or other sui generis right. The extent to which members of the public may use or exploit the work is limited to the extent of the proprietary interests in the relevant legal jurisdiction. However, when the copyright, patent or other proprietary restrictions expire, the work enters the public domain and may be used by anyone for any purpose

[Latexman]

i'm not going to comment further about whether Abby should or shouldn't have posted this. But, i will say that it is one of my favorite AB stories ever, and i'd LOVE to fall into Mistress Shelagh's trance and lose all control for her!!

Latexman

[canadianbaby]

Wow thank you for posting this story a must read!!!

[babyboyleo]

I am glad you reported. This was an awesome story! Thank you