Donna's solution with a little help from her friend Kylie.

hopefully you can open the file i have attached. the copy/paste method doesn't seem to work in here. perhaps the chapter is too long, at ten pages.

the attachment is a true accounting my last six weeks and the changes that my wife donna and her friend kylie have imposed. i am asking if the readers think donna and kylie are being fair with me or should they not be so upset with what i have done. your opinion will matter. of course i hope you side with me, but most importantly, your honest opinion is what counts.

the nature of this accounting becomes more graphic as it unwinds and i hope i will not offend anyone.

attached {hopefully} is part 1 of 5.

thank you, kelly ann
baby felicia
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sissybabyfelicia

I don't think anything attached.

I would suggest that you break it into pages and post it that way
the wordpad program in the accessories section of windows is what I
use. It cuts and pastes very effectively to this site. Cut and paste from your word program to word pad, proof read it then cut and paste to the site. It will be very effective.

I also suggest that you post one or two pages a day until they are gone. Sometimes a 10 page story might be a bit overwhelming to many people. Whereas on or two pages a day is somthing people can look forward to.

I look forward to reading your story.

GH

goodhusband

thanks for your help. going to see if i can follow your instructions.

i just wonder if readers will become disinterested early on because the story starts out rather slowly.

there are fifty pages altoghter.
baby felicia
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sissybabyfelicia
tried your method, saw it pasted, yet it doesn't post???
baby felicia
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Okay,

Try this. Take a small portion of your story, maybe the first paragraph. Cut and paste it to the notepad (it is part of the accessories section of your windows program) Your story now becomes a text file.

Clean it up. There maybe spacing and symbol problems. Correct all of them. Also remember that this web site will not accept normal indentation as a means of designating paragraphs. Designate paragraphs by skipping a line space like you would when writing a block business letter.

I actually write my stories on the notepad. I do it because it only takes up half of the screen so I can keep a picture or movie going on the other half of the screen. Its nice when you want to be able to describe a scene or permister in detail.

You need to do it because it will change the basic format of your story.

Now cut and past this polished copy to the wordpad. You do this because
the notepad text will only take up a half wide page on the web site.

Clean it up again for spacing.

Now cut and paste that to the web page.

That should work.

Those of you who are more s*******ed with software may be able to explain why this work. I can't, but I have enough experience writing here to know that it does.

As far as people getting bored with your story, I don't thik it will happen. You might at times lose some people, but there are lots of people here who enjoy charachter and plot developement. Give it a chance.

I hope this works. I am looking forward to seeing your story.

If it doesn't work, try to describe what is happening. I am sure there are people here who can explain what is happening.

GH

anyone wishing to read this story, please e-mail me at; [email protected]

thanks for your interest.
baby felicia
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Donna�s solution with a little help from her friend Kylie

First of all, I am totally in awe that this type of forum even exists and further in awe that my wife, Donna brought it to my attention. It was she and her long time friend Kylie that registered me without my knowledge and picked the name �Sissy Baby Felicia� for me to identify myself with here. That is not however, the name I am called by everyone that knows about what I have done, as you will learn. Kylie was the maid of honor at our wedding but she has never cared for me very much. They have had me registered here for about two weeks. Donna is away to San Diego for the weekend with her friend Kylie {I hope it�s just the two of them} and left a note of instructions on our monitor, signed by both of them, to write to this forum to see if there is any sympathy for my position. The instructions that Donna and Kylie left me said that I was to give a complete and accurate accounting of my current situation and to leave out no detail, no matter how trivial or embarrassing it may seem to me. What follows is not a story, but rather an accurate statement of real facts, and only some of the names have been changed. Mine is Ken for the record. The last names have of course, been omitted at Donna and Kylies instruction.

I am so embarrassed that apparently my wife has told Kylie about our sex lives and that Kylie is advising her how to deal with what I have been doing. I do not even like the nasty word �cuckold� and don�t want to become one. But it is not my choice anymore, as far as I can tell. And maybe that is what some of you think I deserve and that I am already a cuckold. I hope to find support among those of you who read this and that maybe my wife will change her mind about what she has begun. She will read this when she gets back home and may be influenced by your comments. For the time being though, I am in no position to not obey her wishes because of what I have been doing to myself, yet I also do not want to stop my habit. I hope Donna will change her mind about what she has started making me do and maybe not make me do these act�s again. I don�t want to become gay or some guy�s cuckold. I hope she will let me continue what I have been doing now that it is out in the open and she knows about it. I don�t see how what I was doing hurts anything. At least I wouldn�t be hiding it anymore. Please add your thoughts about what you think, are my wife and Kylie justified in how they are handling me. But please be honest. If you side with my wife, then things will go her way, and I will have no choice but to do as she tells me to. Please note: there is extensive use of vulgar terms such as �cock�, �blowjob�, etc; Donna insisted on their use because she knows I view them as offensive and in the case of the word �cock�, it is used to separate what normal guys have as opposed to my �penis�. I hope these words will not offend anyone.

There is also a lot of detail to this because I really do want the whole picture developed as it were. If I only provided the sex part then perhaps this would not be taken seriously. So, on with a little background�my wife Donna is 25 years old and I am 29. We are both heterosexual as far as I know and have never done anything even remotely �kinky�, until the week before she went to San Diego. That�s when I was introduced to the man that services our car. I thought I would die when they were talking out of earshot as both of them had a little laugh as they glanced in my direction. I sensed something was up. In spite of their laughing at me though, Donna is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I have never found any reamister to not do as I have been told. In my first marriage I was not very thoughtful or considerate, so this time I am determined to learn from Donna and do everything to make our marriage work. She knows my first wife and has made it clear that she won�t be allowing any assertiveness from me and that she won�t put up with any disobedience from me either. I think my ex-wife told Donna that I tried to control everything, and Donna is just not the kind of permister that will allow a man to have any control over her at all. She knows I am completely devoted to her and I never even think about questioning her judgment or decisions on anything. Frankly, I am better off that she is the one to see that I do as she directs because she always make the best decisions for me and therefore she ends up being much happier in the long run.

We reside near Fresno, California, have our own home paid for, and are partners in our own business. We are well known in our community and because of our business we are members of a chamber of commerce in order to promote this business. We each have separate and distinct responsibilities to perform and it would be almost impossible for the business to continue if either of us left for any reamister, or so I thought until just recently. There is no doubt however, that Donna is in complete control of the business and I am now only an employee as she is the only listed officer of the corporation and signs all the checks. I am not actually paid, but rather receive an allowance when Donna thinks I need some pocket money. That�s just the way she set things up when she decided that we needed to incorporate in order to protect our other assets. Since then I have no control over those kinds of issues, she is totally our decision maker, I cannot even buy a ream of paper without her permission.

We have been married for five years and this the second time for both of us, with no youngren from this current marriage. I thought everything was well with our relationship except that I had a little secret that I thought Donna knew nothing about. Unlike many of the people who post on these forums, my wife seemed happy with my rather average 5
and � inch, when erect, penis and with how I used it to please her. I�m pretty small when not erect but I thought that didn�t matter so long as I got to my erect size when it counts. We each enjoyed oral sex as well, although about four months ago she began to insist that I perform oral activity on her after we had intercourse. Just the thought of doing that to her after I made cum in her made me very upset and I really didn�t want to do it. Donna was not going to my take protestations into consideration at all however. She insisted she was going to make me swallow my cum one way or the other, to taste what she goes thru.

As it turned out, this is when Donna was becoming very upset about my so-called secret. I told her I thought that it wasn�t fair to make me do oral on her then because there was always some of my cum present while cleaning her up, and that I will end up swallowing my cum. She always went to the bathroom sink to spit after I made cum in her mouth. She said there was nothing further to talk about and to do as I was told and that I am not permitted to question what she tells me do in any matter, especially when it comes to sex. She added that she had to get used to the taste of cum and now so will I, adding that it will be good training for me. When I asked her why I should have to be trained to taste and swallow cum all of a sudden, all she would say is that I didn�t need to know, that she alone determines what I will do and what is best for me and finally that the subject was closed. This was the first time I thought something was just not right between us, but I love her so much and didn�t want to anger her. So I have been doing what I am told. I don�t like the taste at all and am very embarrassed and humiliated at having to obey her order. I have been having less and less intercourse with Donna lately, she makes the decision when we will do it, so I have only been swallowing my cum once a week. I really don�t like my own cum in my mouth and am having a hard time adjusting to it. It is just not something a guy should do. Some of the cum dries on my lips and Donna won�t let me wash it off until she thinks I have tasted and breathed it�s aroma long enough to know what a woman goes thru. That�s part of your training to she concluded. She was so matter-of-fact about her new requirement that I simply resigned myself to do as I was told, knowing that if I resisted she was quite capable physically enpowering her decision. Once when I was giving Donna oral sex, I had been at it for quite a while and was getting tired so I tried to get up, but she wasn�t ready for me to leave her hanging so she quite literally used her legs and thighs to keep me in position and I couldn�t move at all. She had me pinned in such a way that I was utterly immobilized and subject to her.

I couldn�t understand why I needed to be trained to do something that a woman does for her guy. My secret {I thought} is that from my early teenage years I have masturbated myself at least once each day and often more than that and I never found myself needing to swallow my own cum, so I was more than a little concerned at my having to do it now on Donna�s order. I�ve always been good at hiding the �evidence� or so I thought, but Donna is not na�ve either. Finally she was frustrated enough to ask me why I did it so often and I had no good reamister of course. She told me it was a sissy, baby like thing to do and she demanded that I stop immediately, or she would slap my �silly little weewee� as she called it. Without my knowledge she had a discussion with her Doctor and Kylie about it! Before I get into that though, I want to make it clear about some other changes that have occurred over the last four months. I should have seen that things were changing but I guess I was so wrapped up in my masturbation antics and all the time I fantasized about young girls that I just didn�t see these changes at all, until now and maybe it to late to stop them. I hope some of you will be the judge as you read this and let me know if it is to late.
baby felicia
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i hope you will remember to vote for donna and kylie or me...thanks, and thanks to GH for his patient help. all comments are appreciated and will have an influence on my wife and kylie. thank you again, kelly ann.


As I mentioned, Donna is in complete control of our business, but more and more this control has crept into our home life as well. For example, when we were at the auto repair shop where she made me meet her mechanic friend, I was in the passenger seat. I felt really embarrassed about that because I�ve always loved driving our Shelby Mustang. But now I am not allowed drive, Donna does it all. She told me she wanted to save on insurance and she didn�t like my �lead foot�. She makes lots of money from our business; we�re not poor by any means. When my license was about to expire I asked her well in advance to take me to the Department of Motor Vehicles {DMV}, but she was always to busy, so my license expired. Weeks later she literally marched me by the hand, making me follow behind her, into DMV and after we waited a long time we got to the counter and I handed the clerk my expired license for renewal. The clerk informed us that I would have to take the test over again when my wife chimed in that she was not going to allow me to have a drivers license anymore and that a California ID card would do, so the clerk took my old license and cut it into shreds so that no one could use it fraudulently. I think she took some kind of pleasure knowing that my wife wielded so much authority over me because she seemed to have what I saw as a rather inappropriate smile, and was almost gleeful at destroying my license.

I thought I would die because Donna was talking for me and it must have been clear to the clerk that Donna was in charge of this. Now I can�t drive at all and have to ask Donna if she will take me places. She never gives me an answer quickly, instead telling me she will have to think about it, or even tell me no, that she doesn�t think I need to go to some particular place or even simply, �no, your not going to have that�. It is so humiliating to be treated like a young that is not allowed to go to a store on my own. It�s always up to her. She has made it so that I only go to places that she approves of and nowhere else. As things have unfolded, I am required to sit in the back seat if Kylie is going somewhere with Donna and myself�she�s six years younger than me so I find this very degrading, and further, Kylie has been given my car keys since I can�t drive, in case she needs to borrow the car or I need to be taken to a doctors appointment for example. I really thought this was going to far and tried to reamister with Donna, but she told me it was of no concern of mine where I am told to sit or who drives her car, and that if I said another word about it she would have Kylie take me to the youngren�s department at Sears, where she knows some of the girls that work there, to shop for a young�s car safety seat and that she would make sure I was fitted permisterally so the sales girls would know it was for me. I am just 5�4� tall and 110#s and would have no problem fitting to one of those seats. Donna said if she had to go that far to make me behave in the car and sit where I am told, and then I would be powerd to use it all the time, even when it was just the two of us going somewhere. Since then, I sit where Donna or Kylie tells me to. So far I have escaped that particular idea of Donna�s, but she stops to look at these seats every time we are at a store that carries them. It may just be a matter of time before they have me in one of them.

My credit card, I now only have one, is actually my wife�s account. I have to ask her permission to use it also. Fortunately it has my name on it, but the statement and account bare her name only. Since Donna told me that I can�t go anywhere unless she takes me, there is just no reamister to have that much authority. On the rare occasion that I am allowed out somewhere without Donna, like if Kylie takes me to a store, I still must call Donna with the price of what I am to buy and get her permission to use the charge card first. My name is now totally absent from anything that comes in the mail. All the bills, bank statements and correspondence to our company have Donna�s name on them, with two exceptions...for the last two months we have been receiving copy�s of Seventeen and Cosmo magazines with my name on the label. And my car magazines have been stopped. Donna told me that I didn�t need to think about such silly things as cars, and I will make do with Seventeen and Cosmo, they�re for girls for God�s sake.

I�m no longer allowed to go to my once monthly trip to the barbershop. Donna said it saves her money if she brings me along to her weekly trip to the salon that she uses. A word here about one of the few changes in my clothing that have taken place recently. I am considered quite slender, which has worked against me in this case. When Donna takes me to her salon she puts me into one of two pairs of shorts that she just got me. I had to go to the �juniors� department at Macy�s where she got me these shorts in size 9 and they are clearly for a teenage girl. One pair made by Bongo and the other by L.I.E. They come with a very feminine belt and are so very short. Either pair barely cover my bottom and show my panty�s if I bend over, and my panty�s are also in view above my belt in the back if my top rides up when I reach for something. In the front they only cover the top five inches of my thighs. Yes, I lost all use of my regular underwear when Donna demanded that I not �play with myself� anymore. My panty�s are not at all like Donna�s though, as mine are clearly very juvenile and came from the girls department at Macy�s. I try real hard to not let anyone see my panty�s but I think the girls working in the salon know that I am wearing them and surely they must know that my shorts are for girls, if only for the pretty belt or how short they are. My white �Mary Jane� like sandals and tiny little socks don�t help my image much either. Anyway, my wife says the outfit is here to stay and that it helps to make me behave while we are out and about. Donna is so right about that because I act so meek in hopes of attracting as little attention as possible and that of course pleases Donna greatly. Donna is happy also because she isn�t charged for my weekly trim and she lets the girls style my hair the way they want and I have to keep it that way for the whole weekend if we are staying at home. More than once I left the salon with a big ribbon covering my very small bald spot!

There is a note of irony here and a little suspicion on my part as well. In the past when I was out at the mall or anywhere lots of young girls congregate, I can�t help to notice how hot they look, especially in the really short shorts they often wear. It�s not uncommon to see a girl�s panty�s and even G-strings, especially if they are bending over to look at something on a lower rack or shelf. I don�t go looking for such sights but if I see a girl, I look. I feel that so long as I don�t touch, I can�t get in trouble. I think it�s just the site of their panty�s that I like best. And of course that is often the reamister that I masturbate later when I get home or some other place. The irony is that on Saturdays now, my wife takes me to her salon dressed somewhat like those teenage girls at the mall. My suspicion is maybe she has figured this out for herself, now she has my confession right here. But at least I�ve never touched or even thought of touching those girls, only myself. And the further irony is that now I can�t drive to the mall, I can only go if Donna takes me.

Another annoying issue, I never get to choose our entertainment or where we go out to eat and now I have to go shopping with Donna, whether its for grocery�s or clothes. I hate going to malls and especially into women�s stores, where she routinely makes me hold her packages and even her purse. It is especially humiliating when we dine out, for a number of reamisters. First, if we are to be seated in a booth, Donna always makes me sit on the inside. If I have to use the restroom, I have to ask her permission and she warns me to not do anything naughty, no matter who may hear her. Secondly, when the wait permister brings us menus, Donna without fail, hands one back telling the waitress or waiter that she will be ordering for me! More often than not she will order off the youngren�s menu for me without even asking me what I would like. She�ll even go so far as to tell a waitress that I haven�t learned how to make good nutritional choices and that she is in charge of that. If there is a silly young�s take on the menu Donna orders that for me too, even Shirley Temples. I guess it could be worse; she could make me sit in a highchair or booster seat, both of which I could easily fit in, or I guess she could order baby food and feed me as everyone laughed at the sight. That would be too embarrassing even for her though, so I don�t think she will go that far.

much more to follow.
baby felicia
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My friend, I think you are getting exactly what you want.

Relax and enjoy it. Donna and Kylie appear to be the perfect women for you.

Glad you finally got the story posted. I enjoyed the frist segments and am looking forward to reading more.

GH

I am shocked, shoked I say, that you still masturbate yourself at the age of 29!!! What is wrong with you? You must be some kind of baby or something. Anyone that immature deserves whatever punishment his wife, and her friends, can think of to help control your secret little problem. Maybe your wife should speak with your lady and sisters about it. I'm sure they will be able to tell her when this nasty habit of yours first developed, as well as sharing their ideas of how to correct it.

I think this is a very hot and arousing predicament, even though you may have been acting out a dominant and humiliator modus operandi, in earlier life. You are now in a submissive and humiliated role and should be excited to be on the flip side of the same coin. Especially since you are forcibly becoming the object of your masturbatory desires.

My vote most obviously is for Donna and Kylie, at this point.......

i have to agree with goodhusband - sounds like you're getting exactly what you want. i can imagine what they have in store for you - and it'll be fun - just wait and see. you have a whole new life ahead of you......

Do you understand baby? Oh, I�m sorry the Doctor said while looking at me. I�ve called you baby a half a dozen times now, I guess because your wife told me about your babyish behavior at home, seeing you in baby diapers and now your tiny little weewee. Which do you prefer, baby or that pretty name Donna used to make your appointment with, �Kelly Ann�? I hated both of course but I blurted out Kelly Ann because I didn�t want anyone else in the outer office to hear them call me baby, even though they saw me carrying my diaper bag. So the Doctor said OK, Kelly Ann it is, and now lets get on with some needed measurements, and then we�ll need to get a sample for the lab work. After that you will go back to the waiting room while I confer with Donna. You don�t need to be part of that the doctor told me, as it will be confidential and Donna will choose the time and place to tell you what the course of action will be if there is an answer to your problem.

With that being said, my next offenses began�measurements first. I was told to get up on the examination table and lay down on my back. Next, a first for me, my ankles were placed in elevated stirrups, powering my legs way apart, leaving my bottom, testicles and shrunken penis so totally exposed. I tried to cover myself with my hands but the Doctor said that if I didn�t behave she would have to strap my arms at my side, so I relented. I couldn�t believe what happened next, considering all the modern equipment in her office. I didn�t notice, but the doctor�s intern seemed to come out of nowhere carrying my chart, a pair of rubber gloves and a jar of something. She didn�t look old enough to be out of high school, let alone a nurse in training. As quick as she appeared she donned the rubber gloves, dipped her index finger in the jar and just as quickly had the tip of her finger just inside of my bottom opening, and then removed it, leaving a cold dollop of Vaseline just inside my bottom opening. Before I knew what she was doing, she placed a rectal thermometer quite well into me and sort of moved it around a little to make sure it was seated in me properly, I guess. It felt so unusual to have it in my bottom and it felt like it was way, way up there to. Then she squeezed my bottom cheeks together to hold it in place. That also made me feel like a baby too, having someone handle me that way. Almost done baby, just another minute she said if she were trying to comfort a little baby, apparently not aware of my girl�s name yet. My wife had a smile as the young girl made the comment. It felt so odd to have my temperature taken that way and an even more profound feeling as the thermometer was removed, rather empty, as I would describe it. Even my penis reacted by having some fluid drip on my tummy, which didn�t go unnoticed by the Doctor. Tammy used a moist towelette to wipe up the fluid and she cleaned my tiny penis as well, playfully flicking it with her finger as she commented that �Kelly Ann apparently likes her bottom tickled with the thermometer, she got excited and leaked her happiness on her tummy�. I thought I would die from her comment and the liberty she took with my little penis. I politely asked Tammy if she could please refrain from calling me baby but all that resulted in was a displeased look from Donna. It seemed to just be an innocent and cute little bit of fun to Doctor Carol and Donna. I however was glad when that was over. And I still don�t know why my penis leaked that clear stuff.

The Doctor explained to Donna that Tammy, her intern, is present for all new patient exams, but is not yet allowed to perform many exam procedures without supervision. My wife said that was fine with her as baby, or actually Kelly Ann is lucky to have both of you to provide her with such professional care and understanding. This couldn�t get much worse I thought, but next came the first length and girth measurements, and I was not very impressive at that moment. But I was not worried because I have never been big in the flaccid state. This time it was the Doctor that took the readings as the intern entered the findings on my chart. Putting a measuring tape around my flaccid penis showed I was an inch and a quarter in diameter and 7/8 of an inch long. I attributed that to being in my baby diapers before getting there and the offense of being up on that examination table exposed the way I was. I think the Doctor had other thoughts and she jokingly said to Donna that maybe she should be taking me to a pediatrician because my penis was so tiny at that moment. Then she asked me how big I got when I masturbated, as Tammy was standing by within hearing distance. I told her, pretty big, but I hadn�t looked at myself while I did it, and besides, I am not allowed to do that anymore. This was the first time I cried since this whole ordeal began to unfold, and it Because of Tammy�s presence, I�m sure. She is so much like the girls in the mall that I used to like to look at.

I could handle the Doctor and Donna discussing my problem, after all the Doctor is a professional and they were long time acquaintances, but with that way young intern, Tammy, present and having to essentially tell her that I still masturbate or play with my penis like a young, or her handling my penis in it�s smallest state and that she saw me in my baby diapers, well I just lost it from the offense I guess. That�s when Tammy, the Doctor and Donna stepped away from the table to have a conference, but I could still hear what they had to say, and it wasn�t very pleasant but apparently true. The Doctor said to them that she was quite sure that my problem was due to my long-term use and that a good percentage of men that do masturbate repeatedly simply cannot achieve the same erection that they are able to when they limit them selves to their wives or girlfriends. The level of stimulation is just not as intense in spite of what the man thinks. I need a sample of ejaculate for lab work and I will attempt to prove this diagnosis for you. If my hunch is correct, we will begin to develop a plan to bring some satisfaction back into your sex life. But I want to caution you Donna, the doctor said, in the end, you come first and if I can help your husband I will do so. This may take some time and I may have to recommend ideas that you may not have thought of and are not necessarily orthodox.

If that is agreeable to you then we will proceed. Sure doctor, I don�t know what else to do, and I�m tired of the way things are, so lets get started Donna said. In the mean time I was in tears at hearing all this, that I didn�t notice the intern attaching the straps to my arms to hold them down. The Doctor looked at me and said �sweetie, I can see we�ve upset you with all this talk about your abusive behavior and I just don�t want you to hurt yourself as we conclude the last part of your examination. That didn�t help me from continuing to cry some more though, as I was frightened about what was to become of me. Like a silly baby I wildly imagined that they were going to remove my penis so I couldn�t masturbate any more. But what Donna did was almost as bad. No sooner did they have me immobilized when Donna reached into my diaper bag and took out a real baby�s pacifier and put it between my lips and into my mouth. I was so stunned that I looked at Tammy to see if she noticed what Donna did, and she just smiled at me and told me to just suck on the baby pacifier because all baby�s are comforted by them and it will distract me from what was going to happen next. Tammy was being very sweet about it, talking to me just the way she would talk to a baby. She was actually of correct though, I felt so humiliated by the pacifier at first, but then I began to forget about all the talk the girls had about me and just concentrated on the pacifier instead. In no time my tears went away and I almost fell off to relax, pacifier and all. I was humiliated, but the pacifier made that go away for a while. I must have seemed like such a sissy baby to Tammy, as she watched the pacifier have such a calming effect on me. I remembered wondering if she had other big baby�s like me in their office for similar reamisters, or was I the only adult that was put back into diapers for masturbating, I�m ashamed she knows that about me.4

to be continued.
baby felicia
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AMAZING!!! hottest story i have read yet!!! i cant wait for more.
babyryan

part five continues...

I was brought back to the present as I realized that my penis was being manipulated. Then I remembered that mention of needing to give a sample for the lab. When I first heard the doctor mention it I thought, "no big deal", I'd given my own doctor samples over the years. All I had to do go into a small separate room, pee into a specimen bottle and I was done. Even when we were first married and my wife wanted me tested for a sperm count, it was the same thing...off to a little room and a few moments later I handed the sample to the Doctor, with my dignity in tact. This was not going that way at all. I heard the doctor tell Tammy, the intern, that this procedure is not a usual part of a gynecologist's function so that she, the Doctor, would do most of the procedure herself and that she is going the extra mile because of her friendship with my wife. But Tammy would be needed to assist. As she was explaining this to her, I tried to look up and see what she was doing but Donna quickly put my head back down on the examination table with the admonition that I need not see what the Doctor was doing and this was not an act of youngish masturbation and not for your sissy, selfish gratification. Just pay attention to your pacifier and keep sucking on it as the doctor performs her test, you bad little baby.

Before Donna's admonition I could see the doctor manipulating my tiny penis between her thumb and forefinger and I think it was then that both Tammy and the Doctor realized just how small I was when not erect. The image of my penis being smaller than either of the doctors manipulating fingers just seemed to drive that point home well. Tammy looked on with her pen and my file, ready to take notes as the doctor proceeded. I could see what Tammy was doing, but not the Doctor, as the straps from the table held my arms firmly as Donna did with my head, I was completely immobilized. Have the specimen container ready Tammy, the Doctor said. Donna was correct; this was not fun at all, just sheer offense. The Doctor, her name is Carol, tried to move her thumb and forefinger back and forth over my little shaft, but there was hardly any shaft there, may be an inch or so. She kept trying and trying and little happened. Then she got the idea to use a little bit of baby oil and that made all the difference in the world. Quickly I was up to about two inches and getting bigger around to. The doctor told Tammy to note that size while she kept on doing it. She increased her speed but that didn't help. "Come on baby show Doctor Carol what a big penis you have, come on baby," my wife said. But I seemed to be frozen at that size. The Doctor released my penis momentarily as she stopped to check my heart rate with her stethoscope, told Tammy to write down some figures, then she resumed her manipulation of my still tiny penis. I closed my eyes as she continued.

Even though I was occupied with my pacifier, tears again were welling up in my eyes as a peculiar thought entered my mind...no one in my entire life ever referred to my penis as a "cock". It has always been "weewee" or "penis" and almost always with "little" added in for good measure. I can't even imagine what Tammy would call my appendage. As I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind, the Doctor was now rolling the head of my penis between her two fingers and that actually had positive effect on me. Not only was I almost at three inches, as the doctor told Tammy to note, but I was noticeably thicker, but almost rigid to. In spite of the humiliating circumstances of my apparent aroused state, I began seeing images of hot young girls at the mall in my mind, and I was trying to thrust with the doctor's motion on my penis. The Doctor noticed this as well and as if she had some sixth sense of what was happening, she took another measurement and called out to Tammy, "2.8 inches, maximum length, 2.0 diameter", then told her to have the specimen jar positioned so that the opening was covering the tip of my penis. She told Tammy that it was important that nothing was lost and that she would need to label it quickly and keep it in the refrigerator until the lab picks it up. Within seconds I was in convulsions and frantically sucking on my pacifier as my semen began to squirt into the jar as the Doctor continued her robust manipulations of my penis. She kept it up until she was sure there was nothing left and Tammy managed to collect it all. Donna was right about another thing; this was most certainly not about pleasure for me, as the Doctor repeatedly squeezed my now deflating penis from the base all the way to the tip in order to milk the last few droplets from me. I opened my eyes for a moment and saw for the first time what my semen looked like, all collected in one place. I always thought and felt like I made a lot, but what was in the jar would not have filled half a teaspoon. I don't know why for sure, but when I saw that small amount of cum, I closed my eyes again and fell arelax, I think to rid myself of all the memory of what just happened to me. It was bad enough that someone besides my wife and Doctor Carol witnessed my pathetic display, but having Tammy there to see my small penis make such a tiny bit of cum just made it unbearable altogether. I was so disappointed in how little I was and how little I produced. When I masturbate, I don't look at myself to see how big I am and my cum would be all over my hand so it never occurred to me to think about how little I was making.

I don't remember how long I was arelax, but apparently my nap precluded any need for me to wait in the outer office while Doctor Carol and Donna conferred, as they were just about to say goodbye when I realized that my ankles were no longer in the stirrups, my arms were no longer restrained and my baby pacifier was nowhere in sight. Sadly though, Tammy was just finishing up putting me into fresh baby diapers, complete with a large dusting of baby powder, and a brand new pair of fancy baby panty's with row upon row of lace across the bottom. Tammy was just sliding them up my legs when Donna told me to thank Kylie for them when I got home...she knew you would be put thru a lot today and she wanted you to have something nice to wear home. Tammy finished dressing me in my lady's outer pants and top, and then she slipped a sample size container of baby powder into my diaper bag telling me that should help reduce your diaper rash a little. I guess we were ready to go, as the doctor told Donna she would call her in two days with the lab results and they would have their formal talk and recommendation at that time. For some reamister I asked the doctor what was going to happen to what Tammy collected in the specimen jar, but all she would say was " Sorry baby, no cum for you today, ask mommy if she will let you swallow some when you get home...then they all broke out in laughter, and most shamefully for me, Tammy couldn't stop giggling either. Finally Donna gave me her purse to carry again, while Tammy handed me my diaper bag, then Donna took me by the hand, and with me following behind her, we went thru the outer office again with many a strange look from the doctors other patients. Once we were safely in the car and on our way home, it was impossible to hold back a lot of tears as Donna just had a smiling and satisfied look on her face...she knew I was put in my place.

Once we arrived home, Donna said she had a few things she wanted to make clear to me and that I should go to the guest room and put the things in my diaper bag away and wait for her there. When she came into the room she let me know that this was my room from now on and that I was forbidden to enter the master bedroom unless she gave me specific permission. She pointed to a brand new pink diaper pail and said I was permisterally responsible for washing my baby diapers and that I will be expected to thank Kylie for that to, along with the new pair of baby panty's, as it was Kylie that bought it for you and had it permisteralized with your baby name, "Kelly Ann". By the way she said, that's a really pretty and feminine name that suits the sissy baby way you have behaved. Only those that know what you have done will know your girlie name, like the girls at the salon, your gynecologist, along with Tammy and Kylie of course. I encourage you to behave and do as you are told from now on so that others do not come to know that you are now Kelly Ann. I've decided not to leave you, yet. I want this turned around, but on my terms, and you have no rights until I say so, you are going to be Kelly Ann, period. What you do when you masturbate is no different than cheating, your having sex behind my back...with your hand. If you can cheat then so can I.

Doctor Carol will be calling me in a few days to let me know about the lab results and in the mean time I am going to be talking to Kylie about some things that I want that are long overdue. You won't want these changes but you brought them on your self. It's been over a year since you've acted like a man in bed and that's too long for me, Kelly Ann. I am pretty sure I will be going to do some dancing with Kylie and Michael next Friday night, and of course you are not invited, rather you will be in your crib, probably wetting your baby diapers while you are safely tucked away in your crib.

So, from now on things will be very different at work as well. Of course you already know you have been demoted to the "secretarial assistant" position. But you don't know why you have that title Donna told me. She went on to explain that she had done a study of how I spend my time, our company's revenue and how she could make things more compatible with all the changes I caused. To start with, you will now report to work at 1 PM each day, with Monday and Friday being devoted to your loan funding duties. I have decided to outsource your title research, which will free up a lot of your time. And you will no longer be doing the banking for the company. It doesn't make sense allowing you access to that kind of money and information when I already do not let you be involved in our household budget or financial dealings. I will however continue to give you an allowance so that I can keep you completely off the company books. The company is doing well so I can afford to make these adjustments and I think we will have a more professional image. By the way, before I forget, I have already let our housekeeper go. I gave her a nice severance package and she was glad because with summer coming she will have more time with her youngren Donna said, and I gave her this day off as well.

She went on...back to the office; I have hired a business major from Clovis West High School. Her name is Ashley and she is a junior there, I think she is sixteen years old. She will get course credit for working in my office, plus the school district pays half of her salary and I pay the other half, it's a great deal for everyone. And the good news is that she passes quite close to our home as she makes her way from school to the office, so she is going to pick you up and bring you along with her. I want you at the curb before she arrives so that you don't inconvenience her at all. There are so many benefits to your new schedule...this way you will be at home every day so that you can tend to the household chores that our cleaning lady used to do. All of that is your responsibility now.
By the way, you are also going to help Kylie with some of her housework to, in order to pay her back for some of the things she is going to do for you, more on that in a few moments. Kylie is also going to be giving you some instruction on sewing; I'm tired of throwing away items that could last longer if you used your spare time mending them. It certainly would be time better spent by a permister named Kelly Ann, as opposed to you watching a ball game like one of the guys. No, you'll be sewing some of your own baby clothes. I think it would be a nice way to keep your fingers busy, instead of masturbating.
There are all sorts of baby dresses you could make that you would look pretty in, and they are remarkably easy patterns to follow. You're going to have "sew" much fun, Donna told me. You are going to start on that next week, with Kylie supervising you.

Anyway Donna said, at the office...oh; here let me show you something. She opened yet another box of business cards, this time they were for Ashley. I couldn't believe my eyes, she had her own cards already and her picture was as large as my wife's and her title was "Office Administrator and Secretary". See, that's why your card reads "Secretarial Assistant" she said. You won't be allowed to assist at administering anything, but you will assist her at secretarial tasks. Your work will generally be done on Monday and Friday and the rest of the week you will be Ashley's assistant. I have given her a set of keys, actually yours, so that she can go into the office tomorrow and get herself situated. She is going to be clearing out your desk and putting the stuff in boxes until you set up your new desk on Monday. I think I'll let her keep your keys since you will be arriving with her and you won't really need them anymore, and that way she can lock up the office if I'm not there. I think it best if she and I are the only ones to have access from now on, especially since you are her assistant and certainly not an administrator.

Speaking of access, with Ashley on board, I decided this was a good time to upgrade our network so I've purchased that new operating system, Microsoft Vista. She is going to install it this Saturday as well. She wondered that since your work is now limited to funding and all you really need to use is the copier, that maybe you should not have access to our network. She sat at your desk when I interviewed her, so she asked if she could look at some of our files. That's when she pointed out how easy it was for you to view just about everything and that maybe your access should be denied. It only took me moment to agree with her, so she is going to set things up that way. I think because of other changes she will be implementing, she was a little concerned that you might be able to view her permisternel file and pay rate, which would of course be inappropriate considering your subordinate position. So only Ashley and myself have access to our network now. She has also scanned all of your permisternel files into the computer and what your pay rate is, to which I have added a letter regarding your demotion. All I told her was that it was for disciplinary reamisters and I left it at that. I didn't tell her it was because of your baby habit because that would be to embarrassing for me. What she wants is that you submit your work to her from now on. If she approves of it she will take it from there and advise you when it is done, Donna said. This way there is less risk for me that you could find yourself in some program I don't want you using or you viewing payroll or other financials that are now off limits to you. It also saves me having to buy a new computer for Ashley. Saving me that money, I am going to buy her a large flat panel monitor and retire that relic that I made you use. I'm going to give Ashley a gold star for that suggestion Donna said. Ashley also said that by denying you access to our network would obviously preclude you from being on the Internet at an inappropriate site. She really thinks of everything. I am so grateful for her suggestion about computer security.

As you know, I will be outside of the office much of the day and since my duties do not interact with yours, I see no reamister that I need to deal with you at all. Therefore, do not come to me with any of your issues, just bring them to Ashley from now on and she will resolve them for you. As administrator, she has the ultimate authority in the office as far as you are concerned. A word of caution, she has the authority do written reprimands, which could lead to your suspension, meaning more time at home...in baby diapers.

She is very bright so I didn't have to give her many directives; she seems to know what needs to be done. She is going to do the banking and payroll for the company and this was one area that I felt I needed to instruct her on, the need for complete confidentially. Only she and I know who is paid what and she will not discuss any of that with you. I just wanted to make that clear for her from the start, so she won't feel uncomfortable saying no to you if you were to ask anything about our financials, or her compensation, that's just not something a permister at your low level should have access to. So, starting on Monday, Ashley will occupy the front office, using your desk, and you will make some space in the storage room for that old school desk you found, the one that opens up so you one can put school books inside then close it down for working, it's the perfect size for your new position and there are no windows so you won't get distracted. Being in the storage room will also serve to make others aware that you no longer are an executive.

Of course you won't have a phone anymore, but I think Ashley will keep so busy you won't have time to use one anyway. I'm not sure how she wants to use you, after all, she's the company administrator, but I would imagine she'll probably have you making the coffee, emptying the trash cans, dusting, sharpening pencils and of course you will be her file clerk. After all she is a business major and I can't expect her to do the menial chores in the office, Donna said. Just be sure you make things easier for her, as she has a lot of responsibility, including keeping you busy at all times. Just try to think of her as an executive to whom you have to answer to, because she is your boss now and she reports to me on your work and will be giving you periodical reviews. Do your best and follow her instructions. Well, I just can't get out of my head that Donna did all that without malice. I think she did it because of my thoughts about the young girls at the mall and now she humiliates me by making Ashley my boss and she has total access to all of the company's most confidential information and I can no longer even get into the office, nor am I allowed to be in the office unless Ashley is present. This really sucks.5
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Well Baby, you must admit that you love your new position. Once you admit it, I'm sure you will become more adept at filling it. By the way, has Kylie moved into the Master bedroom with Donna? Just sit back and enjoy the privilge of having such a strong, dominant wife!

i do not love my position. i wish it would end. kylie is quite married and not into girls at all, sorry. will post more in the morning...as things move along you will see that is not fun at all.
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i am humiliated often felicia. i know it is embarrassing . but i hope you continue to share your story

You should post a chapter or section to this page each day....or eventually people will lose interest...

Ashley's my dream girl, can make her my boss, your a fool not to be aroused and stimulated by this turn of events. Remember she is like the girls of your fantasies...but, then again, maybe this is just fiction, drama created to appear real, for some perverse reamister........

Studmaster

Thats a pretty heavy charge. Do you have any idea how much effort goes into posting a section each day?

Be patient. What takes you 15 minutes to read may take as much as two hours to write.

GH

GH this is all prewritten stuff according to a prior post, that just needed to be posted. It is not created daily. If it were written in daily installments would understand your issue and not make this kind of request. And if this is all true, then Kelly Ann has plenty of time to write this account under the supervision of Donna and Kylie.

just for clarification, this work was started over five weeks ago at the behest of my wife, and is on going as new developments happen. i do a small part each day as time permits and i am allowed to use the computer.

some time was lost learning how to post it. the only fantasy is of that of some readers own creation.

i am not a writer, and as GH suggests, it takes me a lot of time to correct my errors and make it ready to post. as an aside, it is donna, not the readers here, that i try to please with regards to keeping my errors to a minimum.

with regards to "some perverse reamister" this site is entirely perverse. what i am going thru is perverse.

finally, even the most casual observer would note that i have been posting almost every day.

Best regards,

kelly ann
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Kylie told the clerk that we would be back again. I sighed in relief as Kylie removed my baby pacifier once we were outside the shop, but she let it hang around my neck, which must have noticed by everyone as it lay against bright yellow top. It certainly was quite a shopping trip with Kylie, with all we bought; I knew this wasn't nearly over at all. Kylie took me home so I could get ready for work with Ashley as my new boss.

I was out front waiting at the curb as I was instructed as Ashley showed up to take me to work. She is at least a foot taller than me, short blonde hair and very pretty. I imagined she could have any boyfriend she wanted. Like Donna said, she looked about sixteen and was dressed very conservatively in slacks and a nice sweater. When I got in her car, after she introduced herself, she said, "I see you follow my instructions well. That's a nice tie you have on. Today I want you to just concentrate on getting your new work space set up, organize what you can and really trim down on all of the unnecessary clutter you used to have on your desk. I want to see only work related items on your desk and there is to be no eating at your desk either. Then you are to report to me with all of the funding projects you are working on and I will review and prioritize them for you. Each Monday and Friday will start off the same way, bring me your workload and I will tell you what I expect to be done. I don't have time for idle or wasted time and I expect you will work for the time you are paid." Ashley told me. She didn't even stop to take a breath. Wow, that was pretty stern for the first day I thought. At the end of the day Ashley told me to be out front 30 minuets early tomorrow, as I was to have a meeting with her.

I was falling into my new routine by now and was dreading being back in my crib in a few short moments. Donna was on the phone for quite a while and I was wondering what was going on, but I dare not ask because I am not allowed to know her business anymore.
As it was now time for me to be in my crib, Donna came in to put me in it and she told me that my test came back from the lab and that we were going to the Doctor in the morning and that she also had a long talk with Kylie as well. She said Kylie was going to drive us to the Doctor and that she would be there for moral support as we discuss the results of the test and what your measurements mean. So off to relax with you for now. Ashley will open the office in the morning and I will take you to work myself.

In the morning I was dressed in my new pink slacks and another one of those too small tops that left my tummy partly exposed. I don't know which was worse, the girly top or the pink slacks. But it didn't matter; I was going out in public wearing them anyway. Kylie picked us up early and had little to say beyond good morning. Just as in the recent trip to the gynecologist, I was made to carry my now fully stocked diaper bag as Donna held my other hand and led me to the office. To my surprise, we were the first people to arrive and were ushered into the examination room with no one to see me dressed as a girl. And Kylie came right along with us. This time I saw Tammy right away and I started to blush. Once again, Donna stepped behind me to unzip my slacks and lower my baby panty's...I had pink lacy ones on this time to match my outfit. Tammy told me they were very pretty, matching my blushing face, she told everyone. Once they were removed, Kylie helped by removing my baby diapers, thus allowing Tammy to know that Kylie also has seen my penis. Then it was up on the examination table, my legs back in the stirrups and this time my legs were apart even further, almost painfully so. My arms were restrained from the start this time because of the way I behaved the first time.

I couldn't believe I was going to be put thru that whole ordeal all over again and this time with Kylie to witness my shame. But things were different. This time Tammy was allowed to take my red pressure and pulse and much to my surprise, she didn't take my temperature. That was such a relief. But there was another test that wasn't fun either, and now I knew why my legs were so far apart. Once Tammy made her notes the Doctor stepped between my legs, motioned for Donna to join her as Tammy and Kylie were on either side of me. Once they were in position, Kylie, as if on cue, reached into my diaper bag and proceeds to put my new baby pacifier in my mouth while laying the pretty ribbon on my chest. Tammy said it was nice to see that I had a pink pacifier this time and that she liked the pretty ribbon to. I decided to try to get some comfort from the pacifier right from the start as Tammy recommended, and try to put all of this out of my mind. I just figured they all thought of me as a baby anyway, so why fight it. Then my exam resumed with the Doctor doing something I've never understood. Shamefully she gently held my testicles in her hand and made me cough three times. Then she told Donna that though they are slightly small for my over all size, they are quite within the range of normal, so lets try this other test one more time and Tammy will make notes again. Then Tammy will get Kelly Ann dressed and we will all gather in my office and see if we are all on the same page. With that the doctor once again used just two fingers to manipulate my penis again, but this time she went right for the little small head or tip. It is so humiliating that all a woman needs is two tiny fingers to manipulate my penis and if she used her whole hand, my penis would be out of site. It makes me feel so shameful. Nothing much happened until she added a few drops of baby oil again and then I started to grow. After a few moments I seamed to settle into the same size as the last exam. Then the doctor asked me if I had been a naughty baby Sunday night. Everybody was watching me as I nodded yes. Well Kelly Ann, you will tell us all about that in a few moments when we are finished here. After a few more strokes because I wasn't getting any bigger, the Doctor called out to Tammy, 2.5" maximum length, 2.0" diameter and I was leaking that clear stuff again. Sorry baby, no cum again for you today, we don't need a sample even. But I think your mommy and I have a way to fix that. Tammy, clean up the baby's weewee, put her baby diapers and panty's back on, and then bring Kelly Ann to my office.

Within moments all five of us were in Doctor Carol's office with the door closed. They were all seated and I was told to stand next to Donna. So Kelly Ann, your measurement this morning was even less than before, yet you are capable of reaching almost five or six inches when you are with your wife, the doctor stated. Tell us what happened Sunday night, just the brief version please. So I stated that I masturbated in my crib. You relax in a baby's crib Kelly Ann? How cute Tammy said. How did you masturbate baby, the Doctor went on. I laid on my tummy and rocked back and forth until I made cum in my baby diapers. Do you know how silly that must have looked? Do you want to ask Tammy how baby like that makes you, or maybe you could show Tammy what a baby you are by masturbating for her and then she too, could put your cummy baby diaper in your mouth, or maybe make you wear it home? After the first question Tammy put my baby pacifier back in my mouth so all I could is nod no emphatically. Did Donna punish you by putting your cummy diaper in your mouth so you could have some cum finally? Of course I had to nod yes again. You should be ashamed of yourself. With the tests we have done, it is clear that there is nothing wrong with you physically. Your only problem is insisting on masturbating and that's so juvenile and utterly unfair to your wife. You have embarrassed yourself in front of every one here and others as well, so I am going recommend that Donna should continue with what she is doing until you decide to grow up and become a man again. In the mean time, she has had long talks with her best friend Kylie and they have come up with a strategy that will be a way to make you cum again, you won't like it suppose, but I support her entirely. I want you back here in two weeks for further measurements and you will give me a report on how you are doing with regards to your habit. Oh, by the way since you seem to be shy around Tammy, I am going have her do the entire exam on her own, I'll be anxious to see if your little penis leaks like a baby's when she touches your tiny little weewee, or will you be the size of a man by then and won't have to be measured anymore. Good luck, Kelly Ann, Doctor Carol told me.

I didn't know whether to be frightened or happy, but on the way home to get changed for work, Donna told Kylie that she was looking forward to their night out on Friday and that she was going to firm things up with Rod? I had no clue what that meant, or who Rod was. Then she reminded me we had to get to the office early because Ashley said I was going to have an orientation for my new job position. Orientation for me, Ashley just started this week and she is going to put me through an orientation? And Rod? It occurred to me that I just wasn't up to speed about a number of things anymore.

We arrived in the office at 12:30 just as Ashley told me to. Donna checked her schedule and told Ashley she would cover the phones so that she could have the meeting with me, so just the two of us went into the small conference room and Ashley closed the door. I could tell that she was very serious about this meeting, and boy was she. Starting off with her displeasure at my leaving some documents on my desk over night. She told me that it wasn't professional; that those documents contain confidential client information and that I should consider this an oral warning and the next time it will result in a written warning notice. That's when Ashley really shocked me, she said after she was finished with the computer upgrade Saturday, she called Donna and they discussed the documents I left out. Apparently Donna was quite irritated at what I did. Then she told Ashley that her position as Administrator also included final authority in human resources as well. Donna told Ashley that if he persists in that level of performance, I suggest that you terminate him, so long as you follow procedure and do the written reprimands first. I was totally in shock as Ashley related this to me. Donna had laid the foundation for my removable from the company, and it was Ashley's call entirely. Then we got into all the new duties, policy changes and even my pay situation. She meant business and made me take notes and listen only. Everything was said in a matter of fact fashion and I could tell for sure who was in charge. Like at home, things were never to be the same again, and I was not allowed any input at all, quite the opposite, as early on, Ashley actually told me not to speak, you have no say here at all she said. I've already seen things that do not work in a professional office. All that has been changed as of today and you will simply have to comply with my directives, or else. I felt like my position was tenuous at best.

It was difficult hearing this from a sixteen year old, but Donna already told me she was my boss and I just didn't think I should test Ashley on that. So then she began...as of today I want this log sheet that I've developed for you on my desk at the end of your day. You will account for every moment of each day, including a fifteen-minute break as well as any trips to the rest room. This is extremely important to Donna for some reamister. Donna wants to know exactly how long you are in the lady's room each time you go there. Some of the staff here, with my promise of anonymity, have told me that you had a lot of free time on your hands in the past, and that you go to the lady's room quite often, so you are to enter onto your log, each time you leave your desk and the reamister why. I need this information for payroll purposes and an auditing of how well you are using company time. Unless I tell you otherwise, I want you to start each day by doing the filing, as I do not want that to fall behind. I understand Michelle used to do the filing, but I see lots of potential in her, so I am going to give her other more serious responsibilities. I know filing is traditionally thought of as a girl's job in most offices, but here, it is your task and Michelle is someone you would do well to try to emulate. I know filing will be hard for you, so I will ask Michelle to check your work. Just try to forget that it is a girls job, Ashley told me. I also expect you to keep the office clean. Vacuum twice weekly, same for the dusting and that includes my desk. Water the plants. Make sure the pencils are sharpened each day, along with removing the trash. And of course the all-important coffee, make a fresh pot when you arrive. I like mine with just a drop of cream and I want you to have a cup on my desk shortly after we arrive. I will also have you fetch lunch for me and the other women as well, as they require. Let's face it; there is not much for you to do here anymore, other than these menial little tasks. That's just the way things are going to be from now on, and it really doesn't matter to me if you like things this way or not, Ashley said.

Now, for a few delicate matters. As you know we have just one restroom and since you are the only guy amongst us, we hope you will be very considerate about leaving any, shall we say, "splash's" after you are through using the toilet; I have already had complaints about this. I also want to make it very clear that the toilet seat is to be left in the down position. I absolutely will not tolerate any deviation from that policy. This is not mandatory, but in order to not *** this rule, I'd like to urge you to sit like the rest of us women, that way you won't have to remember to lower the seat, and you won't make any splashes that way. You could also learn to "blot" yourself dry while you are seated, when you are done, you know, with a piece of toilet paper. Just try it that way and you won't make any of those manly splashes that go all over the toilet, Ashley strongly urged. This is one area that I will go ballistic on if you fail to comply with keeping the seat lowered. I think you could be trained to do it that way and make all the women here happier. I have also posted a sign to remind you to keep the toilet seat down. I could remove that sign if you promised all the women that you will sit from now on. It's up to you. Also on the subject of the restroom, unlike in the past, the other women will not be required to take turns cleaning the restroom.

Since you have been demoted to an essentially entry-level employee, restroom duty is your responsibility alone. I have already posted a copy of "Kens Restroom Chores" in the bathroom. You are to clean everything on the list twice each week, paying special attention to the toilet. Sign and date when you do it then bring it to me at the end of the week. Leave it posted until you finish the week so the other women can see that you are following thru. One last part to this. Since you have to return to your regular duties after cleaning anything in the office, I was going to try and find an industrial apron for you. But last night a light bulb went on in my head...why spend money from petty cash when the solution was in my closet? So, I brought you this pinafore to protect your clothes. Sorry about the bright yellow color and ruffles, but I want you to wear it anyway. It also serves to let others know you are doing chores, in case they might need something done. As you may have concluded by now, everyone here has moved up a notch in the company because of the changes in your duties and they are all happy with this new arrangement and I suggest you get used to these changes real fast, Ashley told me.

Next, Yeah! Ashley said, it's payday. Well for you anyway, I have to wait two weeks because I just started. There are a few changes here as well. I looked at what you did last week and noticed that you took almost a whole day off to go to the doctor. I also had a conversation with Donna about your demotion for disciplinary reamisters; therefore I have decided to continue the disciplinary process with regards to your compensation package as well. I also had to consider that you are not a full time employee; in fact Donna wants you to be paid off the books. She said your compensation is actually an allowance that she gives you. I still have to account for the money as some kind of expense paid out of petty cash, so I am going pay you as an independent contractor, that way you are not on the books at all. So on to the pay...here is your pay envelope, as you can see it is short of what you are used to getting. Since you are now a part timer, you are not entitled to paid time off to go to the doctor or any other place for that matter. Also, I have no choice but to pay you only for twenty hours per week from now on, or less if you are not here for some reamister. I can't possibly justify any more hours, as we simply do not need you here any longer than that. You no longer get a fixed salary or "allowance". That means your pay will be reduced to fifty dollars weekly and you will have to pay the taxes on your own. As you know, I didn't set the pay rate; I only am responsible for being sure you aren't paid for time you are not here. Frankly, I don't know how you get along on that amount, but I do expect you to work hard and earn every penny of it. Donna is very pleased about the savings that I have already brought about for the company and I hope you understand the need for these changes.

One final thing for now, then I need you to get to work. As of now you are no longer permitted to do purchasing for the company of any kind. I have ended that authority and you will not contact any of our vendors. You do not possess the expertise to do that task, nor can you authorize payment for purchases. That is now done electronically, and as I know Donna told you already, you are denied any access to our computer network because of all the sensitive data. With the kind of work you do here, you simply don't need access at all. For security reamisters, I have decided you will not have access at all. I am calling all of our vendors and telling them you are no longer authorized to do any purchasing what so ever. Just come to me for anything you need or can't handle and I will take care of it for you. Now, I know this may be hard for you with me as your supervisor, but so long as you do as you are instructed by me, we will get along well.
If you don't do as you are told in every way, I will deal with you harshly.

As Ashley got up and opened the conference room door she said, here, put your pinafore on and get started with the restroom, it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in weeks, and you know what they always say, women's restrooms are always the worst. Donna looked up from Ashley's desk as she gave me one final instruction; here I bought you a new supply of sanitary napkins. It looks like the dispenser is empty; keep it full all the time. Now get going, you have lots of cleaning to do today and the women are waiting for you to clean the lady's room, and they are really happy that you are doing that chore now. Donna, as well as the rest of the women in the office heard that entire statement! I felt so small and insignificant at that moment. Ashley was right; all of this was devastating to hear. Donna and Ashley just about have me totally under their collective thumbs and there was nothing I could do about it at all.7
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When we got home that around 5:30, there was a ray of hope that Donna was going to see things my way for a change. She had a proposal for me and she actually allowed me to make a choice about something. First though, there was an envelope taped to our door that was from Kylie. I hadn't seen her since I was at the Doctors office, which was just fine with me. The package was addressed to Donna, but she handed it to me and told me to go to my "baby nursery", as it was really for me. That was a first, now the guest room is my nursery I guess. So I took the package and sat on the floor in front of my crib and looked at the note that Kylie wrote along with the other contents. The note said she would be over at 6:30 for "baby's play time". I didn't think I was supposed to read that note so I brought it to Donna, she read the entire note and told me that Kylie wants me to look over the patterns that were in the envelop. They were for little "A Line" baby dresses that she was going to train me how to make. Donna sent me back to my nursery to look at the patterns. What a let down, Donna told me her proposal was that if I picked out four baby dresses in the stack of patterns, that I would be allowed to pick out the fabric myself, so long as I picked pinks and yellows and a baby motif print as well, she said. It will be so much fun for you to show the girls at the salon just how talented you are sewing your own baby dresses. Don't spend too much time on that now, your trip to the fabric store and sewing lesmister are planned for next Thursday morning before Ashley picks you up for work. Go ahead and do your chores, take a shower, then I will diaper you and you may have a bite to eat. Kylie will be here soon, then you will learn about the "Baby Game."

Donna was just putting me into my crib when Kylie rang the doorbell. She came into my baby nursery with a little gift package from the "LITTLE ANGELS BABY SHOPPE". Sara from the baby store told me you make such a pretty baby and she wanted you to have these, she said she pre-sterilized them for you. Then she opened the box and put one of two pink teething rings in my mouth. Next she tied a confection of a baby bib around my neck, telling me that was why she was back in the baby shop again. You might need this while you play this baby game, along with the other baby game that Donna has planned for you sissy. And I'm going to watch you play this baby game each night until Donna goes out dancing with my husband and me Friday night Kylie said. I also helped Donna make up the next baby game too, Kylie told me. Hey baby, she said, I heard about your demotion at work and how Ashley really laid down the law for you. I thought being a file clerk was a girl's job, baby. Well, being a sissy is close to being a girl, some of them swallow cum and so will you sissy, Kylie said, as she laughed at me. OK sissy, Donna said, you want to be able to masturbate as much as you want, well now you are going to show us how you do it and why you like it so much, sissy baby. And you are going to do it each and every time I tell you to.

By now I was drooling because, as I learned, a teething ring offers no comfort to one that has teeth and you can't close your mouth around it like a baby pacifier. But even with my drool on it, I spit it out and it landed on my crib mattress as I pleaded with Donna not to let Kylie see my penis anymore and that I really didn't want to masturbate at all either.
Yes you do baby, you always want to do it and Kylie is going to watch. Kylie doesn't care about your silly little weewee, she's already seen you in your baby diapers and panty's, took you shopping for more baby clothes, and she long ago realized that you are a sissy, masturbating little baby. Besides, if you continue to have a fit like the baby you are, I will ask her to spank your bare bottom until its really sore and then you will masturbate anyway. Then she told me to pick up my messy teething ring and hold on to it until I was told to put it back in my mouth, adding, "you don't expect me to touch that messy thing, do you?" I got her point; I picked it up and now my fingers were coated with my drooling to. Doctor Carol spoke to me while Tammy was putting you back into your baby diapers yesterday and she said that it was perfectly fine for you to masturbate for now, because it would give you training in swallowing cum and that is what I was already doing by making you swallow your cum after we had sex. So I'm not going to be at all angry with you for masturbating, for the time being Donna told me. I really think it would be good and I know that Kylie thinks so to. It's what sissy's do because they can't relate to an adult woman anymore, so they resort to juvenile, youngish or non-manly behavior. You can't satisfy me with that weewee, so you will masturbate yourself and you will swallow your cum for practice and to satisfy yourself instead of me, Donna said.

Next Donna made lie down in my crib, lift my legs and asked Kylie to remove my baby panty's. Then, not so gently I was made to sit up straight, as Donna spread my legs way apart, unpinned my baby diapers and let the front part fall down. Kylie couldn't resist using her thumb and forefinger to flick my penis, making the little thing bounce all around. Then she reiterated that it sure wasn't a cock, it was just a tiny weewee. Then Donna explained the game to me. She made me use my thumb and forefinger, just like Doctor Carol did, and told me to roll the tip of my penis between my fingers. "Not so hard, huh baby?" she said. But we know that doesn't make it grow very much so I am going to add four little drops of Johnmister & Johnmister baby oil! Pretty slippery, huh baby, you like it huh, baby? I know what you like. You are such a sissy, Donna said.

OK, here's the game, we want you to masturbate yourself using only those two fingers. I insist you do it that way because any more fingers and we wouldn't be able to see your tiny weewee. You cannot go up and down on that little shaft of yours until we tell you to. If you do or your little weewee slips out of your fingers and you will be disqualified and we will put your baby diapers back on and it will be lights out for you. We are going to play this baby game for the next four nights so you get lots of training with cuming. Each time you win the baby game, Kylie will let you use the prize she got for you. Well baby, release your weewee for a moment and use that hand to put your teething ring back in your mouth. Now, hold on to your weewee the way I taught you and "get ready, get set, go baby go" Donna said. I did as I was told and tried to put Kylie out of my mind. It was a harder than I expected. I had to be very careful to not let my penis slip away. But after a few moments my penis started to grow and it was bigger than in the Doctor's office, about a good three inches. I hated doing it while the girls watched but I also wanted to make cum. They kept taunting me by calling me "baby", "sissy" and calling my penis "my little weewee" and repeatedly asking me if I liked my baby girl's clothes, over and over again until I wanted to cry. They really know how to make me get emotional and I end up crying like a little girl. Kylie thinks that's really funny and calls me a "cry-baby".

Soon it became harder for me to hold on to my penis because it started to drip some of that clear slippery stuff, but I managed to hold on and I felt myself right on the edge and I told Donna so. She said "good baby" then told me to wait while Kylie reached for my "prize"...it was a baby's cereal or feeding bowl along with a pretty silver spoon that had "Baby Kelly Ann" engraved on it. Well, Kylie held the bowl under my penis while Donna told me to move my two fingers to the base of my penis, as she told me to "show us how you make your baby cum, sissy." They were like cheerleaders, saying "cum baby, cum" repeatedly until my cum was oozing from my not so very hard penis and into the baby bowl. I made more than in the Doctors office though, a little more than a teaspoon full I think. Both Donna and Kylie also noticed that I wasn't very erect at all. I was a little unnerved because I didn't know one could make cum without being fully erect, yet I just did. It didn't feel anywhere near as good as usual either, my cum was just coming out, but without the usual pleasure. Donna made me keep going up and down my penis until she was satisfied that it all came out. Then Kylie brought the bowl up to my face and told me that the Doctor said cum is good for a sissy like me and that the more of it I swallowed, the more I would have to think about the bad things I did. Donna added that the more you swallow cum, the sooner you will get used to doing it and that this is good practice so that you will become accustomed to the taste. She told me that it would become less traumatic the more I swallowed cum. I just wanted to masturbate, not swallow my cum.

Of course not everybody's cum taste's the same, so you just have to adapt, Kylie told me. I didn't know what she meant by that last comment. And I didn't have time to ponder it either, as before I had any chance to react, Donna held my nose and I had to open my mouth to breath. while Kylie used my baby spoon to feed me all of my cum. It took her three scoops and she made me swallow every last drop, then I held my head in shame as they both pinned my baby diapers back on and put me back into my baby panty's to. Kylie told me that while I was making cum just then, I was panting and sounded just like a girl having sex. Donna left to answer the phone and Kylie said that's probably Rod, while she lowered one of my new baby doll tops over my head. I asked her who Rod was and she told me it was likely to be something about Donna's car and baby's don't need to worry about big peoples things. When Kylie was ready to leave my nursery she had one final parting shot saying, "it's a good thing you brushed your teeth before Donna put you in your crib, that way you will be able to taste your sissy cummy's all night long. Then she slipped a baby pacifier into my mouth, switched out the light and left, knowing full well what Donna was planning to do to me Saturday, I later learned. It wasn't fun wondering who "Rod" was either. My imagination ran wild with as to whom he could be.

And that's the way Wednesday, Thursday and Friday went as well, with two miner exceptions. First, by Thursday Donna no longer needed to pinch my nose to get my mouth to open, I just submitted to Kylie when she put my baby spoon to my lips. I opened up as she put the cum in my mouth and swallowed. That was rewarded by having to lick the spoon clean, but it was better than fighting a loosing battle. I think it was after that time that I realized that my cum didn't really taste so bad at all, it was more of an issue of getting over Kylie watching me swallow it. After all, Donna had been making me swallow my cum after we had sex. And now when Kylie fed it to me it was fresh and warm and tasted better. So I resigned myself to just accept what Kylie was doing, I couldn't stop her anyway, and I was getting to masturbate again. Being humiliated by her was the price I would have to pay if I wanted to masturbate, and I knew full well that I was being made to be submissive to Kylie and Donna, because they knew a real man wouldn't ever swallow his own cum. Donna told me that the reamister she allowed Kylie to see my penis is that Kylie always thought I was a something of a sissy, and they could make me do anything they wanted, and that my masturbating was the perfect excuse for them to prove themselves right, adding that they were going to pay me back for my nasty habit.

Then Friday evening Kylie was absent because she and her husband were getting ready for their night out with Donna. And when Donna came back to my nursery...I was stunned. She had a new outfit on that I hadn't seen before and she looked really hot. I felt really bad about being in my baby crib so early, knowing that she was going to be out late and having lots of fun while I wet my baby diapers. And, as what was becoming a ritual, I was powerd to drift off to relax with my mouth coated with the residue of my newly swallowed cum. For those you that wonder why I just don't get out of my crib and do what I want, well we have two "nanny cams" in my nursery from when our niece used to visit, allowing Donna to see everything I do if she happens to have the computer on. Also I don't want to make her any angrier than she already is. I can tell she is just about fed up with me. Another thing, my nursery is way down a long hallway with one additional bedroom and our home office before one is in the master bedroom. The family and living rooms are even further removed from my end of that long hallway. The net result is that no one can hear me and I can't hear anything that is going on in the house unless it was quite near. I always feel quite alone and abandoned when I am confined to my nursery.

Friday night, or more accurately Saturday morning things may have changed forever. This morning I actually could hear something going on in the hallway. A voice, then another. I recognized Donna of course, but the other voice was that of a guy's, and they were headed towards the nursery. It was hard for me to believe, but I was about to be exposed to a guy, and someone I had seen before, someone that already laughed at me.

As Donna entered my nursery, she had Rod on her arm and both of them were giggling as they came along side my baby crib. Rod told Donna that he was not surprised to see me as a baby girl because he believed everything she had been telling him and he always thought I was a "pussy" as he called me, causing both of them to laugh at me. Well that got things off to a great start, my wife's friend calling me a pussy. Then I realized this guy is from her auto repair shop, the guy that laughed at me the last time I was there, while he and Donna were talking some distance away. Donna introduced me to Rod, and worse, she told me that Rod came over the last three evenings and had dinner with her. I was still trying to wake up and take all of this in when I realized that Donna was in a nightgown and Rod was wearing just a robe and slippers. Donna noticed the puzzled look on my face and then explained that she and Rod were dancing with Kylie and Mike until the wee hours of the morning, so when he brought her home she asked him to stay the night, and that I shouldn't be concerned because he stayed overnight before and they had become extremely close Donna said. Because of that long hallway, I had know idea that Rod was spending time with Donna and they were getting "close", while I was in my nursery. They must have been planning this from the time I saw him at his repair shop.

I knew what she meant by "getting closer" and some tears started to well up in my eyes as Donna reached into my baby diapers and told Rod that I was wet as usual and she began preparations to change my baby diapers, right in front of Rod. I could see by the look on his face that he was enjoying my plight as he saw me wearing a baby bonnet, baby doll top and baby panty's, but when Donna lowered my baby diapers he almost burst out laughing. Donna stopped what she was doing for a moment to say she just got a cute idea; I can't always keep you in baby diapers and stashed away in your baby nursery. Sometimes you will have to meet my friends like Rod so I can show you off to them, but maybe that will be in the living or family rooms. I think I am going to ask Kylie to take you shopping again and this time she can pick out some younger girls bikini panty's like the ones I've seen at Victories Secret. They're not like the ones that I wear; they are more for younger teenagers. I think if you had a half dozen pairs of them you could wear them with your baby doll tops. The cool thing is, they are small and sexy, yet they will still be able to cover that little button of a weewee you have, and you don't have enough of a weewee to pop out of them either and your little baby bottom would show nicely too! You'll have a lot of fun going with Kylie as she picks out more panty's for you, Donna told me as Rod listened intently. It will be fun to have more people to see why I have a boy friend now! Seeing you as the baby you are will make that clear!!!

Then Donna told me that since she told Rod all about my tiny weewee, how much I like to masturbate and now how much I like to swallow cum, that it's only fair that I tell you a little something about Rod. You see, Rod is newly divorced and hasn't been seeing women during those proceedings, so of course he hasn't had sex and he is not a sissy masturbator like you baby. And though Rod is much bigger and stronger than you will ever be, he is endowed almost exactly the way you were before your masturbation became chronic. And I just happen to love the size you were and the way Rod is. He is a little thicker than you, and believe me, I've already seen it, so I know. You two really aren't that much different in length, but Rod is always very manly in his actions and simply doesn't jerk himself off. He is saving himself for a special woman and he is very considerate. He is concerned that because it has been so long since he has had intercourse that when he does he might "go off" to soon Donna said. Care to guess whom he is saving himself for baby, Donna asked, her words cut like a knife deep into my heart, yet I still want to continue masturbating on my own terms, not with Donna or Kylie present.8
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felicia, you are doing great! i hope it helps to get some of this stuff off your chest. thanks for sharing.

you are very kind. but it's not felicia! felicia is an ugly cat. will post in the mornng.

thanks, kelly ann
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well??

kelly ann, im sorry. i should have put kelly ann.

thanks for your continued interest and comments. whom do you side with, donna and kylie or me?

the story continues;

and they are just as determined as ever to put a stop to that activity. And they are winning.

Donna said I was going to do something nice for her for a change. She made me sit up in my crib, even though I had no baby diaper on. Then she said "I never want to see you do this alone, but, I want you to turn sideways and put your legs thru the bars of your crib and just hold on to the rail for the time being. We're going to play another baby game this morning, but this one is a little more complicated and has more rules than the game you played all week with Kylie feeding you your baby cum. I know you got used to her humiliating you that way and you swallow your cum for her now without any resistance, so I don't want any fuss out of you about this baby game either; I don't want to have to pinch your nose...just open up when I tell you. Remember how I spanked you last week? Well take a good look at Rod, you don't want him to spank you baby, he is a lot more powerful than you and can really make your bottom sore. Now, let me explain the baby game and its rules Donna said, I am sure in time, the game will become so much fun that you will become accustomed to it even if you don't like it at all in the beginning.
I am going to have this my way, so why don't you just let it happen, Donna said. Kylie had you trained to swallow your cum and be submissive to her in just three days, that was quite an accomplishment for her and for you to sissy baby. She really knew how to bring your sissy side to the surface. And if you find that you eventually learn to submit to this next baby game, I may still find a place for you in my home. It's not like you are the first sissy to touch or enjoy another mans cock. Donna told me to try not to be so scared.

First of all Donna pushed Rod close to my baby crib. He is way taller than me so that his waist was at the level of my head. I am going to explain this as we go along so pay attention and follow instructions carefully, Donna said. What you are going to do is give Rod some release now so that when Rod and I go back to bed in a while, he won't do anything prematurely, and yes baby, Rod and I were in bed together all night long, so get over it. This way Rod and I will have a longer time to play, if you get what mean sissy! Beyond that you just don't need to know what we will be doing, that's not for a sissy baby masturbator to know about. OK, here we go, first rule is that you are going to do everything; Rod will just stand there. He is not gay at all and would never touch another man's cock, so you will be the one making the overture's at all times, you know, like a girl that has the "hot's" for a guy. Maybe it would help ease your offense and shame if you thought of yourself as a girl while you are playing the game, you are Kelly Ann after all, Donna reminded me. And besides, thinking of yourself as a girl should be easy for you because Rod knows all about how even Kylie has made you a sissy baby and now Rod is clearly seeing you in your baby girl outfit. It's up to you, but try seeing yourself as a girl for a while, because we all do, Donna said.

OK, first open up Rod's robe. As I did, I saw a real cock so close up for the first time. I could hardly believe I was moving a man's robe out of the way so I could see his cock. It is about four inches long and the sight of it startled me. Now pick it up she said sternly, feel all of it and get it hard, you know how to do it sissy. Fearing what would happen if I didn't do as I was told, I began moving my hand up and down his shaft {he actually had one, unlike me} and he started to grow immediately. I'd never touched another penis in my life and now I was feeling what a cock was like. I still recall how remarkably warm, soft, tender and very firm it was all at the same time. Again, I don't think I am really a homosexual, I'm just commenting on the way Rod's cock feels when I touch it. Donna made sure I used my fingers to manipulate the head of Rod's cock for good measure as I brought his cock to a full, hard erection. Donna congratulated me on doing such a good job for the first time. See, she said, it is bigger than your hand can hold, not at all like your sissy baby weewee. She was right to; he was about six inches long and way bigger a round than mine ever was. And I was totally red in the face because of what I had just done, causing a man to have a raging erection in my hand. I knew I had no choice but to do what Donna tells me to, but I was still filled with guilt and shame for being so submissive and weak.

All right baby next phase, and this is where you get to have some fun, but listen carefully to the rules. Keep your right hand on Rods nice cock while you use your left hand to masturbate your little weewee, start right now because I want to see how big you get before we go on to the best part of your baby game. And keep Rod's cock hard as you masturbate. It didn't compute, how could I masturbate and get an erection while I had a mans cock in my hand I thought, that's so homosexual, but I also had Donna standing there to make me do it. I remember thinking, why would Donna ever take me back now that she has me doing all these homosexual things? So anyway, I tried to coordinate both hands and do what I was told. I managed to keep Rod excited, but when I looked at him, all I could think of is what a sissy I was. But I kept at it and finally my penis responded by leaking on to my hand and it was growing harder. I had seriously mixed feelings because now my penis was feeling really good, but I was giving this man my first hand job. I kept at it because Donna didn't say to stop and now Rod and I were very well excited with me having very sticky and slippery hands. Even though I was almost as erect as I used to get with Donna, tears still flowed down my cheeks a I came to terms with the homosexual act that I was engaged in, while Rod just stood there passively, and Donna seemingly enjoyed my presentation. See baby, Doctor was right after all, when you play with your weewee you look like a baby, but when you play with a man-sized cock, well just look at the result. Your penis just doesn't lie baby, Donna said, its way bigger now. This proves that if you want to reach your maximum potential you must be involved with another permister, not your hand. And if it's with a guy, maybe it was meant to be that way.

You're doing really well at your baby game so far, so now I think its time for the next part of the game. I know you will get this part of the game right because I will be behind Rod so I can have a good view your efforts and to give you a hand on the back of your head as the game progresses. Ok baby, let go of Rod's cock and use this baby wipe to clean your right hand, and then put your left hand back on your weewee. Now, hold on to the crib rail with your right hand to keep steady, and continue to masturbate yourself while you fix your gaze on Rods cock. You seemed to get so excited about it, based upon how big yours got while you played with Rod. You sure did get much bigger while you had his cock in your hands, and you really did well giving Rod a hand job, Donna said. Keep looking at it...here, I'm going to move Rod closer so that the only thing in your field of vision is the cock that you held on to for so long, just look at his cock for a while, and think how hard and excited it is while you continue to masturbate. Lets get you so close that you are almost touching his pubic hair with your left cheek, there, now you can look at Rod's cock from the side, that way so you get to see how long it is. Think how you like to have your weewee make cum, just think about cum while you see Rod's cock. But don't make yourself cum yet, otherwise you will loose the game and I will have to spank you. Slow down masturbating yourself if you need to, and keep focusing on Rods cock. Now that you are relaxed a little, go ahead and rest your cheek on Rod's stomach and keep touching and looking at his cock and keep moving your hand around on it to, I want you to keep him nice and hard so you can see how beautiful it is to make a guy hard like that. Speaking of beautiful, you look so cute with your head resting on Rod's trim stomach while you look at his cock, you look right at home with his cock in your face.

Because I was so close to Rod, all I could see were his cock and testicles, and I seemed to be mesmerized by its manliness compared to mine. He was so close that I could notice his clean, manly scent and it was almost intoxicating. And I could even feel his pulse as I moved my hand up and down his cock. He looked so big to me, being as close as I was to him. I'm not into guys at all, {so far, anyway} but I do admire his pubic hair. His is trimmed nicely and looks so masculine, whereas I barely have "peach fuzz", and its blonde to make it even harder to detect. Since Donna has me wearing my baby diapers so often, she has removed what little hair that I had. I look so much like a baby, with no trace of pubic hair at all and less than an inch of penis and in baby diapers, no wonder everyone thinks I am a sissy baby, I look exactly like an ***** baby down there. I really couldn't help wishing I had a cock like Rod's instead of my tiny penis, so I kept my gaze on Rod's cock as Donna told me to. I just couldn't forget that it was erect because of me and now my face was touching his warm abdomen and pubic area while I continued to touch his hot, sexy cock with my hand. The whole scene was so foreign to me. But at least I was doing what Donna told me to do for a change, even if it meant I was being with a man in a homosexual way. I didn't really know whether to blame Donna or was it me that got me into this position because I persist in my masturbation habit. Did Donna really want me to be with a man in this gay manor? It sure seems that way to me.

The next thing I knew, Donna was tying one of my baby bibs around my neck as I recalled that Kylie said she helped Donna come up with this baby game, so she must know that I was going to be masturbating Rod as well. I can't believe she knows this, but she must, and I wonder if she told her husband Michael. He and I were golfing partners until recently. Now I don't hear from him because there is no phone in my baby nursery and I'm also not permitted to use the other phones in our home. And who else knows about me? It doesn't matter though, I've already given Rod a hand job and I can't take it back. I don't want to be gay, but I already did it to Rod. I don't know if Donna is just punishing me, or does she want me to be gay too. I really don't know what to think anymore, after giving Rod a hand job. I'm so confused. But after what happened next, I'm really questioning Donna's intentions for me and my future, but right now she was making me come to terms with the present, in a big way.

I will never forget what happened next. Donna moved Rod around so that we were facing each other, or more accurately, Donna positioned Rod so that his cock was almost on my face. Then she told me to put my right arm around Rod and take hold his rear end and grab his left cheek. After I did that she instructed me to take hold of my little weewee again and very slowly resume masturbating again. Once you get started I will give you another rule about when you can make cum, baby. Just before Donna told me what to do next, I was verbally shamed as she told Rod that she had completely taken control of my very being because I refused to stop masturbating. She told him that she took away my ability to drive, my position in our company, along with exposing my penis to her best friend Kylie, and making me submissive to her as well. Donna also told Rod that she took away herself to. Now I have Kelly Ann instead of my husband and he will voluntarily do anything I tell him to. He thought he was going masturbate whenever he wanted to and just waste his cum. Now I control when he makes cum and none of it will go to waste, as you will soon see Rod, Donna said to him. Finally, also for Rod's amusement she concluded by asking me if I remembered getting as hard for her as I had just gotten Rod. I told her that I couldn't remember getting that big in quite a while and that I didn't understand why it happened either. You are masturbating another guy because I told you to. That's why you got so large, it excites you sissy baby. Shame on you, Donna told me.

Ok Baby Kelly Ann, use your arm to bring Rod nice and close so that you can get a nice close up look at the head of Rods cock this time. It's so nice being able to call it a cock...I hated always thinking about that little weewee of yours. Now I have a cock to think about, Donna said. Well anyway, spend a few moments admiring that beautiful cock and especially the head. Just gaze at it and try to remember when yours was almost that size. Remember everything I told you about behaving and doing what you are told. Pull Rod closer to you now and look at the dried slippery stuff that you caused him to have on his cock. The first thing you need to do is kiss the head of his cock, then get busy licking all that dry stuff from his cock, remembering he is not gay and you have to do all the licking and sucking, so do it sissy. I'd like to say that I was horrified at that moment, but from the time Rod came into my baby nursery with his robe almost open, I had a feeling something like this might happen and when Donna made me open his robe I pretty much had the same feeling wash over me as I did when I submitted to Kylie's demands. It was too late to negotiate now. So I concentrated on kissing the very tip of Rod's cock. Not being homosexual, yet at least, I really didn't know what to do so I moved forward and kissed a cock for the first time ever. Then I licked every inch of Rod's cock and began cleaning the dried fluid from him, his cock was completely coated with it and soon some of it was transferred to my face and in my mouth. Rod just stood there with a smug look on his face, knowing that I was doing these acts of homosexuality simply because my wife told me to. It must have been clear to him that Donna could easily invoke complete authority over me. He knew I wouldn't stop being a sissy masturbator behind her back, and that is the very reamister why Donna and Kylie are making me be a sissy from now on.

I couldn't have been more humiliated or ashamed, as I kissed and licked his cock. I seemed to be lost in the moment. Once I started to lick Rod's cock to remove his dried on fluids as Donna told me, I began to make his cock slippery all over again and soon it was gleaming with my saliva and more of his intimate fluids as well. I seemed to be drooling from the excitement, I guess. And nothing was drying up either as my tongue was all over his cock. Donna pointed out that I did a "sweet" job of kissing Rod, but I neglected to lick the tip of his cock clean enough and that I needed to go back and take care of it. While doing this, my lips became very slippery and gooey as it began to sink in that I was swallowing all that stuff that came out of Rod's cock when I gave him the hand job. It was mixing with my saliva and it was going into my tummy. I kept this up until I thought Rod was cleaned up and Donna seamed to finally approve of my efforts.9
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Oh my god - fantastic! Pleeeaase continue soon