A dream come true 12

“She smiled and put her hand between my legs: “I see my little pee-pants has wetted his diapers. But you have been a good boy, you deserve a treat.” She opened her legs and pulled me down making me sit between her legs. Before I knew what was going on she began rubbing my crotch and then, whispering in my ear, she told me to put my hand in my diapers. Blushing very hard, but unable to resist, I did as I was told and masturbated myself in my wet diapers, helped by Laura, in front of all the guests.”

You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “topics” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom. Or you can go to the “Index page” and click on the link to the first chapter, and from there follow the links each time at the end to go to the next chapter.

Chapter 12

The time Laura played a 14 year old nymphomaniac, and Carol sometimes joined in for the age playing, was surely a climax in my life. But after a couple of months Laura had become bored by the games and she stopped playing. And Carol, becoming an adolescent, of course had plenty of other things to do.

Laura continued to be the master in the house delegating most household chores to me, which didn’t bother me most of the time. Although without the age play once in a while as compensation I got tired of it, thinking I really had a bad deal. I would then wonder if I should propose to Laura to stop the whole arrangement. Of course I knew this was impossible. When I had accepted Laura’s conditions of a “female led household” she had insisted this was forever, and I had accepted it.

From time to time Laura would feel guilty and treat me as a baby for a couple of hours. And of course she continued having me wear frilly girls panties at all time, regulary buying me new ones. She would come home and hand me a small present, and although knowing what to expect I would open it all excited. On other occasions, when we were shopping together she took me to a lingerie shop and helped me choose my new underwear. On those occasions she took great pleasure in embarrassing me. Sometimes she would take me in the fitting room with her, insisting I try the panties on while the salesperson, who had insisted the panties were too big for Laura, was waiting outside. Or she would make some comment with double meaning completely confusing the salesperson.
On one occasion she surpassed herself. I had fallen for a pair of pink panties for teen girls and whispered in a disappointed tone that it was a pity they were too small. Laura took the panties to a salesperson and asked her if they didn’t have them in a larger size. When the salesperson said they didn’t Laura turned to me with her most malicious smile: “That’s a pity, I think they would indeed have looked lovely on you.” The salesperson, obviously thinking this to be a bad joke, laughed politely. But Laura didn’t leave it at that: “You see, my husband thinks male underwear is boring, and I kind of agree. Besides, having him wear girly underwear keeps him in line. But the problem is that he always seems to prefer the younger models that won’t fit him. Don’t you have anything in this style that could fit him?” The salesperson turned scarlet, stammering something incomprehensible, but Laura looked at her, straight faced, waiting for her to recover her wits, which she did after a few more seconds. Still very embarrassed but trying to be professional, she began showing us models that she thought would meet my expectations. Needless to say that I hardly saw anything she showed us, so after a few minutes Laura thanked the girl and said we would be back as “my husband doesn’t seem to be in the mood for choosing his new panties today.’

But those kind of occasions were very few. Once or twice a year Isabel would invite me over for a baby-play day, which was always wonderful, but then Tom was offered a job in India and they decided to accept it. When I got the news I hit an absolute low. Both Antony and Carol were at college by then and came home only for the holidays. As my social life had become limited to my family and Isabel I felt increasingly lonely. For Laura too, the leaving of Isabel, her best friend, was hard, but she at least had a large number of acquaintances and a rather busy schedule of activities with them, while I just went to the office and stayed home to do the household, growing more and more frustrated.

But then a new person came into our life. The first time I met Vicente was when I came home from the office and he was sitting on the terrace with Laura taking a drink. She introduced me to him as her new tennis instructor and didn’t give any explanation why her tennis instructor had come home with her. He was in his late thirties, with a rather handsome, Latin look. I immediately felt uneasy, convinced they were lovers. I am sure that Laura hadn’t always been faithful, but at least until then she had been discreet about it. Laura didn’t seem uneasy at all. While I was standing in front of them, not sure what to say or do, she acted as if everything was normal, asking me why I didn’t go change into more comfortable clothes, and then I could fix them new drinks. There was nothing extraordinary about this, even in a normal couple this would be an acceptable thing to ask. But looking at the smile on Vicente’s face I was convinced he knew about the way our household was organized. I must have blushed, stammering I would be back in a few moments, and hurriedly left for my room.

But when I came down he had left, as he seemed to have forgotten the time and suddenly had realized he still had another student to train that evening. I didn’t dare to ask Laura if she had told him about our special arrangements.

From then on he became a regular visitor. In the beginning he would always leave soon after I came home, but little by little he would stay longer and one day Laura announced he was staying for dinner. Of course I prepared and served dinner but at least Laura didn’t insist I wore my apron.

But that too changed. The second time he stayed for dinner Laura told me to put on an apron, “so that Vicente can see what a sissy you are.” She had never called me a sissy, not even in private. I was shocked and protested vehemently that because I did the household it didn’t make me a sissy. While I talked I realized that probably I was a sissy, not really knowing what makes a sissy. Laura must have read my mind because she started laughing; “Ah no? And wearing girly panties, and putting on girly clothes whenever you get the chance, that doesn’t make you a sissy?”

Vicente didn’t seem surprised so I guess she had told him before. I blushed again and put on the apron that Laura was holding for me. From then on I had to wear my apron as always when doing the household regardless of the fact that Vicente was there or not. I continued to wonder if Vicente and Laura were lovers. I didn’t dare to ask fearing the answer but would be fixed soon enough. One day when I came home I found them half dressed in each other arms, kissing. I was standing in the door looking at hem transfixed but they didn’t seem to be embarrassed. Laura just looked up at me, slowly buttoning up her shirt: “Oh you are home. Is it that late already?” I looked at the smiling face of Vicente as he began to dress too, and suddenly realized they had known I was due any moment and had wanted me to find them that way. Furious I turned around and went upstairs to change.

When I came back he was gone and I decided to confront Laura. I told her that in our arrangements I never had accepted to be cuckolded and that I wanted her to stop the relationship immediately. Laura looked at me half surprised, half amused.

She seemed to think it over and then taking me by the hand led me to the couch where she made me sit at her feet: “Listen darling, that’s going to be very hard as I’m really infatuated with that strong Alpha male. But I agree that it was never part of our deal, and I understand that you object to it. So I guess we will have to make a new deal.”

I don’t know if she had it all prepared or if she was improvising but she proposed me then and there a choice between two new arrangements:

“The first possibility is that Vicente moves in, he and I sharing the big bedroom, and you choosing one of the kids bedrooms to sleep in. You would continue doing the household but Vicente would take over all the gardening and heavier work. As compensation I would baby you everyday as soon as you were done with the household”

The prospect of being babied every day was very tempting, but Vicente taking my place next to Laura in the master bedroom was of course unthinkable. So I listened anxiously to the second proposal.

“Or you can become a real man again. No more frilly panties, no more hairless body and no more baby games of course. I will continue as head of the household but you will never see Vicente again.”

I immediately knew I could not face the idea of no more babying, no more girly panties and the idea that my body would be covered by hair again was horrendous.

Deeply ashamed I lowered my eyes and when Laura asked what my choice was I whispered that I choose the first proposal. Laura laughed saying she had known this was going to be my choice.

Since that day my life has become a constant humiliation and … I love it.

From the moment Vicente moved in he acted as if he was the master of the house, at least with me. With Laura he maintained a respectful attitude, accepting her authority, but he treated me as if I was the maid. And Laura didn’t retain him. He and Laura were much infatuated with each other, being all over each other all the time. My presence didn’t stop them, on the contrary, it clearly turned them on making out in front of me.

The whole situation clearly amused and excited Laura. And I have to admit that being humiliated in this way excited me too. One day coming home from the office I put on the maids uniform Isabel had given me, and as I had expected, that inspired Vicente, who from then on had me wear it whenever I was doing the household.

On a typical day I would come home from the office, change into my uniform, serve Vicente and Laura, – who would be kissing and stroking each other all the time right in front of me – their drinks, prepare and serve dinner and clear up the table. Having finished my work Laura took me upstairs, put me in diapers and an onesie, popped a pacifier in my mouth and put me to bed with my dolly. Pure heaven. Of course most of the days it would be too early for me to go to sleep so I usually came out of bed, and played a little while on my own, wetted my diapers, masturbated in them and went to sleep. In the morning I raised early, took my shower, had breakfast, dressed the table for the two lovers and left for the office.

One day when I was doing some household chore – cooking or vacuum cleaning or ironing, I don’t remember – Vicente came up behind me, lifted the hem of my dress and squeezed my ass: “Nice ass for your age! I know some guys who would love to fuck that ass”. That first time, completely taken by surprise, I pulled my dress down, smiling shyly. Vicente roared with laughter: “Oh, look at that innocent sissy, he likes to be complimented on his ass. I bet he also likes the idea to be fucked in his ass, don’t you?” Coming back to my senses, I told him not to be gross and walked away as dignified a man can walk away when he is dressed in a short maid’s uniform.

Vicente loved that game, repeating it over and over, also in the presence of Laura who seemed to enjoy it too. Of course after that first time I was prepared, and reacted in a cool way, indicating that I found his remarks rather stupid. But then he began insisting I admit I would like to get fucked in the ass. Laura joined in saying that as I was not a man anymore I surely wanted to get laid by a real man, just as she had wanted it. I gave up, whispering that I would like that indeed.

From that day on I lived in fear they would bring home some guys with huge dicks to fuck me in the ass, threat that was repeated on a regular basis. But as time passed by and nothing happened I began to understand they were just teasing me, and that they didn’t know any candidates.

But then the story got a new twist. One day Vicente, sitting on a chair, had me kneel in front of him, and then, placing a cucumber between his legs, told me to suck on it: “Time to give you some cock-sucking training. I have talked to my friends and they don’t want to fuck you, – not the first time anyway- , but they said they love well trained cock-sucking sluts. I promised I would properly train you.”
The training became a regular thing. Sitting on my knees in front of Vicente, wearing a short maid’s dress with a lace apron knotted in my waist, and taking the cucumber he was holding between his legs, with both my hands, and get it deep into my mouth and suck on it, is one of the most demeaning experiences I have ever had. Especially because of its purpose: learning to receive a large penis this way. The idea that one day I might have to do it for real was horrific. But I loved the humiliating experience of learning to do it. And Vicente of course knew.

Although Laura had assured me that I shouldn’t be worried too much, that she and Vicente would grow tired of each other soon enough, the situation continued and Laura and Vicente behaved more and more as a settled couple. When we got dinner invitations from friends Laura went with him, leaving me diapered at home. It didn’t take long for all our friends, acquaintances and neighbors to know that, a part from having to do the washing, cooking and ironing, I was cuckolded in my own house.

But Laura kept her promise of putting me in diapers on a daily basis, which I am ashamed to admit largely compensated for it. It was great being put in diapers every day but being send to bed immediately afterwards was a little bit disappointing. I guess Laura realized that and in the week-ends she tried to make up. Since Vicente took care of the garden and of all the more “manly” chores in the house, Laura did the washing and some cleaning, and he and Laura did the shopping together, there was not much work for me to do during the week-ends except for some ironing. Vicente being hardly ever at home on Saturdays and Sundays, having either to give tennis lessons or going on tournaments, Laura babied me most of the time. As soon as Vicente left the house she put me in diapers and gave me my pacifier. She dressed me in nothing but a very short gingham smock that closed with a row of buttons in the back. As she had me eat with my hands and then swept my hands and face clean on the smock it was soon all stained but I never cared to wash it. All week-ends I was walking around in my dirty smock, heavy wet diapers hanging deep between my legs, carrying around my dolly, sucking on a pacifier. This really made the whole new deal worthwhile.

When Vicente came home and saw me walking around this way he always made disgusting faces and make sarcastic remarks about how he couldn’t understand why Laura was putting up with me. Laura would laugh and, kissing her lover on his mouth, answer that it was just for old times’ sake, and that anyway she had her compensation. And the two would make out right in front of me.

Once in a while however Vicente would come home unexpectedly bringing some friends with him. When this happened I spirited away and hided in my room until I heard the friends leave. Sometimes they stayed for dinner forcing me to stay in my room for hours.

And of course the inevitable happened. One day I didn’t hear them arrive. When they entered I jumped to my feet but then froze, clutching my dolly in my arms.

It was obvious that Vicente hadn’t planned this because he was as surprised as I was and for a second didn’t know how to react, but then he smiled one of his bright “Colgate” smiles to his friends: “O girls, you never met Laura’s husband, did you?” He turned to me, as I was still standing frozen: “You say hi to my friends Mickey?” At that moment my brain started working again and I wanted to run away but Vicente had expected it and, holding me by the arm, made me face his friends, two gorgeous looking girls in their late twenties or early thirties. “Come on girls, don’t look so scared. He may look like a complete retard, but he is very sweet, and very helpful. You know, you wouldn’t expect it but he is one of the best cocktail makers I have ever met. You girls fancy a margarita? He makes some fabulous margaritas.” The girls didn’t really react but that didn’t stop Vicente: “OK off to the kitchen Mickey, fix us 3 margaritas, ok?” With that he took me by the shoulders, turned me towards the kitchen, and gave me a soft tap on my diapers.

Getting to the kitchen I realized I couldn’t go back with the drinks dressed as I was, so I decided to hurry upstairs and change before making the drinks. But when I got to the stairs I heard Vicente voice behind me asking where I was going. He had guessed what I was up to and stopped me; “We don’t have all night you now. Anyway they have seen you, so there is no more point in changing, is there?” I shrugged and, knowing he was not going to relent, turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Coming out of the kitchen holding a platter with 3 margaritas on it, I was very conscious I was wearing nothing but a short, dirty, gingham smock, and was feeling my wet diapers hanging between my legs. When the girls saw me coming they still looked startled. One of them began giggling but the other just stared at me. When I got near to them the staring one suddenly asked why I was dressed like that. I had no idea what to answer and tried to pull down the smock, holding the platter with one hand, almost tipping it over.
Vicente walked up to me and took the platter out of my hand: “Laura makes him dress like that so that he would never forget he is just her sissy maid. And she keeps him in diapers because otherwise he pisses all over the place. The funny thing is that he loves it, don’t you Mickey?”

I cast my eyes even lower and nodded to Vicente’s laughter. At that moment Laura came in and I looked at her pleading to come to my rescue. But I should have known better. She joined the laughter and walked up to the girls, kissing them on the cheeks: “Hi Marilyn, hi Lisa, I see you have met the filthy pee-pants who used to call himself my husband” She then came over to where I was standing and lifted the rim of my little smock: “Gosh, It looks as if you have peed even more than usual. Go and change yourself before you leak all over the house. And stay in your room until I call you”

The incident must have inspired them because some time later they organized a party for a small group of their friends and told me I would have to serve. This of course was nothing unusual, but I was afraid Vicente would make me wear my maids’ uniform. Maybe I secretly hoped somewhat that he would.

But the day of the party I was in for another surprise. Laura put me in extra thick diapers, pulled white tights over them and dressed me in a pale blue polo shirt as only other garment. Of course serving drinks and snacks to their assembled friends dressed like this made me the center of a lot of mocking remarks. Especially since all of them seemed to know my status in the household.

Vicente and Laura were the perfect hosts walking from group to group chatting and making sure everybody was served, from time to time indicating me to me I had to pass with more drinks or snacks. Laura was looking much younger than her age, wearing the kind of sexy, very short, tight fitting skirt that she had begun to wear since she knew Vicente. She fitted right in with this new group of friends 10 to 15 years younger than us.

As the evening went on everybody got used to me and the attention ebbed away. Relaxing I couldn’t resist peeing in my diapers. Feeling the heaviness between my legs felt still like magic and I began enjoying the evening. Still serving drinks I passed Laura who was sitting on the couch chatting to a couple of friends. When she noticed me she asked how I was doing, calling me “darling”. Surprised by this kind attention I blushed and answered I was feeling good. She smiled and put her hand between my legs: “I see my little pee-pants has wetted his diapers. But you have been a good boy, you deserve a treat.” She opened her legs and pulled me down making me sit between her legs. Before I knew what was going on she began rubbing my crotch and then, whispering in my ear, she told me to put my hand in my diapers. Blushing very hard, but unable to resist, I did as I was told and masturbated myself in my wet diapers helped by Laura, in front of all the guests.

When it was over Laura did as if this was the most normal thing in the world. “Was that good? Well you certainly deserved that, you have been very helpful tonight. Now go wash your hands and bring us more drinks, I see people who are getting thirsty.”

Contrary to what Laura had predicted they don’t seem to get tired of each other. Months have turned into years and nothing indicates that their passion is diminishing. On the contrary. After that evening where Vicente and Laura had hosted their friends and I had been treated as their little toy, he seemed to settle in even more. And if in the beginning my presence hadn’t bothered him – on the contrary he had liked having me around doing the household and enjoyed humiliating me – he now wanted more privacy with my wife.

So I began to go to our vacation home during week-ends. We have bought that vacation and week-end house a number of years ago and have enjoyed staying there when the kids where still growing up. Now it is still used by the kids who from time to time spent a week-end with friends in it, but most of the time it is just standing there unused.

The house is rather secluded and being all by myself I can completely indulge in my games. I am becoming more addicted than ever.

When Laura told me some time ago she wanted to go on vacation with Vicente this month, I didn’t hesitate for a second deciding to take my holidays at the same moment, staying by myself in our cottage.

The first rule I established for myself is that I am not allowed to use the toilet at all. Except for the few times with Isabel I have never been able to soil my diapers and I have now discovered how I really love to fill my diapers and walk around with the heavy load hanging between my legs. It not only makes me feel real babyish but I like the feeling of the warm mass spreading around my legs when I sit on it, the smell of it, and I like to push my hands deep in my diapers covering my fingers with shit.

In short, I have discovered I really am deep into scatology. The next logic decision was that I am allowed only one diaper change every 24 hours.

Another pleasure I can now indulge in unconstrained is going out shopping for girly clothes and things. I have acquired a large collections of little skirts and shorts, frilly socks, colorful tights, girly panties and shirts, dungarees, … I even bought myself a couple of dresses but those are somehow always a disappointment.
I did order some of the things on line, but mostly I love to go to shopping malls and take my time choosing.
Except for clothes I also discovered the realm of girly accessories: colorful hair bands and pins, silver painted diadems, bead necklaces and bracelets, clip on- and magnetic stud earrings …. Each time I get all excited choosing and buying hem, and then can’t get home fast enough to try them on.

Of course Laura still controls my expenditures and will ask me to show the things I bought. Occasionally she will make me a compliment on my choice but most of the time she makes mocking remarks and asks me to put on what I have bought and show it to Vicente.

But I don’t care. I even kind of like to put on my little skirts and wear my bracelets and hairpins in front of them.

And while they were gone on holiday during those last couple of weeks I have developed a routine which is pure heaven.

On a typical day I put on new diapers at night before going to bed, sometimes wetting them before falling asleep, but most days they are still dry in the morning. Of course while brushing my teeth I can’t hold up my bladder any longer and my diapers get really wet.

Still wearing a cute nightdress I put on a bib and prepare breakfast: a baby bottle with baby formula, and a bowl with some kind of baby cereals.

After breakfast I dress in discreet, but safe clothes – usual dungaree shorts or pants underneath a T-shirt or sweater – to go shopping. The shopping, as well for food and household things as for my girly closet- takes the whole morning. Towards noon it’s high time to go home as my bowels can’t hold out any more. Sometimes I let go in the car but most days I fill up my diapers when I’m safely home.

Then, with my dirty diapers hanging between my legs, it’s time to try on the new things I bought and to dress up in a short skirt or other girly outfit. Trying on different things before deciding what to wear for the remainder of the day takes another hour.

By that time it’s dinner time. Dinner consists of soup – that I drink from a cup – and vegetable and meat or fish puree. I love to eat the puree with my hands, covering my whole face with the food.

In the afternoon it’s play-time. My preferred game is playing with my dollies: feeding, hugging, kissing, washing and dressing them. I really love to carry my favorite doll around, and at night take her to bed with me.

I also play with puzzles and building blocks, or read children’s books. Of course sometimes I get bored being a little baby and change into adult clothes – but never taking of my filthy diapers – and read a newspaper, magazine or book.

From time to time I go for a walk in the natural reserve behind our house. Going out wearing shitty diapers excites me every time. Sometimes I will cross another hiker, and as I greet him, I always wonder what I would do if one of them would stop to ask me something, and would smell my dirty diapers. Exciting but scary thought. I have been planning to go shopping with soiled diapers, however each time I have backed out at the last moment. But I know one day I will do it.

The only exception to never taking off my dirty diapers before bedtime is when I go for a swim in our small swimming pool behind the house. Going for a swim wearing a small, frilly, bikini, is another one of my new discovered pleasures.

But on most days at the end of the afternoon, the diapers are soaked and messy, and I usually have to put a second diaper over them to avoid leaks, to watch some toddler program on TV.

Supper consists of a fruit mash and another baby-bottle of milk.

And then it’s time for my bath, supreme moment of the day. I first sit in the bath without water, introducing both my hands deep in my diapers, feeling the sticky mass cover my fingers. Stroking my little thing, which hardly ever stiffens anymore, I cover it with shit. Taking out my hands I lick my fingers clean and cover my mouth and face with the smelly stuff, then putting my hands back in the diapers to play a little more with my dingy. Playing like this can go on for quite some time, until I can’t resist anymore and masturbate in my messy diapers.

Next I have to clean up which is always a nuisance. But when everything is cleaned up I fill the bath, put baby oil in the water, and relax. Finally I come out, put on a nice diaper and a cute nightdress, and I can look forward to a pleasant evening reading or TV watching.

The last couple of weeks I have also been writing this last chapter of my “memoirs”, sitting behind my computer wearing a diaper – usually quiet wet – and girly clothes.
I realize that in some way the circle has come full circle, with me wearing diapers and playing dress up by myself again, just as I did many years ago. But the fact that my family now knows makes it so much easier.

It still feels as a dream come true.

And last month, during the annual family dinner that I organize every 15th of august – mother’s day in our family – Carol surprised us all by announcing that she and her boyfriend Luis, were expecting a baby. The prospect of becoming a grandfather really excites me, and I haven’t stopped wondering ever since if they would let me be a little baby alongside my grandchild. I know this is not very likely, but one day I didn’t think it likely that Laura would treat me as a baby…

Anyway tomorrow I am going to have my ears pierced so that I can wear the cute heart shaped, sweetheart hangers I have bought this morning.


– The end –

A dream come true 11

“In the weeks after that incident I would often start crying inconsolable, and Laura would have to take me in her arms to comfort me. And she felt so guilty about what had happened that she would do this without making nasty remarks, whispering in my ear that’s she was there and that she would never leave me alone anymore. Even now thinking about that day, tears well up in my eyes, and I feel like running to my wife to be consoled”.

You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “topics” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

Chapter 11

Laura must have enjoyed playing a 13 year nymphomaniac because a few days later, as I was preparing dinner, she repeated the same roleplaying. This time she entered wearing khaki-green baggy pants, army boots, a long black T-shirt with a horrendous graphic design on it, and a base-ball cap that she wore backwards. I hate this kind of outfit – and so does she – but I had no time to react: “Hi Missster Perry, how are you sstoday?” Surprised because I heard a clear lisp I looked up, straight into a bright metallic smile. Laura had been talking about having her teeth fixed for many years, and now she must have decided to do it without even consulting me about it. (She hardly consulthttps://clairodon.wordpress.com/2014/09/08/a-dream-come-true-12ed me on anything nowadays anyway). She looked lovely with her braces, and I fell completely in love with her again. She sensed it immediately and decided this would be fun.

“I wass ssso embarrassed the other day. I hope you are not mad at me?” “No, sure, why you think that? It’s normal you got somewhat carried away being alone with me.” I intended this to be some kind of self-depreciating irony but that was not what Laura choose to understand: “I know! But you did the right ssthing warning me I was too young for you. I promisss I won’t bother you anymore. But I would like to be friendsss? Can we be jusssst friendssss?”
Embarrassed by her taking my remark so earnestly I was only able to assure her that of course we could be friends. She smiled broadly: “Ok, then. Can I keep you company while you work.” And she sat on the table again as she had done last time, crossing her legs underneath her. I wished she had worn the same short skirt as last time, and again I could see that she had read my thoughts but choose not to take advantage of it, not for the moment at least.
She began chatting about Carol and about school and about the latest idols and about new movie releases, and I loved it. But after a few minutes she got tired of it already and proposed to help me. I am so used to do everything my way that I hate it when people try to help me, so I friendly declined the offer. But Laura wasn’t to let me off that easy: “Ok, then I’ll prepare the desssert, I make a world famouss cream chsseese desssert!”

Disaster! I knew she was going to make a big mess of my kitchen, but how could I refuse such a friendly offer from this lovely nymphet? So I answered that I would love to taste her cream cheese desert adding, hesitantly, to try not to make too much of a mess. She jumped off the table, assuring me with a malicious smile that she would be very careful.

Continuing her happy chat chat chat she began raiding the fridge and the cupboard putting all the needed foodstuff everywhere. I hesitated to make a remark but she prevented that by popping an unexpected embarrassing question: “Are you a briefss or boxser man Mr. Perry?” I was completely taken aback: “Euh, what do you mean?” “Well I have read that the kind of underwear you wear indicates what kind of man you are. I ssthink you would be more of a briefss man, am I right?” I couldn’t help blushing deep red, thinking about the pretty pink lacy panties I was wearing. Well they certainly were closer to briefs than to boxers, so I stammered she was right. She looked at me now with an openly mocking smile: “I knew it. You are so confident about your manhood.”

In the mean-time the kitchen had become a disaster area, and, seeing somewhat belatedly that her clothes were being covered with food, she asked me to help her put on an apron. As I was fastening the apron in her back she dipped her finger in the concoction she was preparing and turning around asked if I wanted to taste. Before I could answer she stuffed her finger in my mouth. She was driving me crazy and she knew it.
Some minutes later, announcing she was almost ready, she commented the delicious smell of my dinner. And when I thanked her she asked if she could taste the gravy. I took a spoon but looking at her happy mocking eyes put it back and dipped three fingers deep in the sauce. She grabbed my hand and pushed the 3 fingers deep in her mouth, making appreciating noises.

I was by now ready to jump her, and putting my arms around her wanted to press my lips on hers, but she shoved me away: “Ooh Misster Perry what are you doing? Now it’sss you! You were right when you sssaid I was too young. If Carol would know thiss I would be ssso embarassssed. And your wife! I wouldn’t dare to sssee her ever again.”
At that moment we heard someone coming and still purple of embarrassment I returned to my oven, and when Carol came in she looked surprised at her mother working in the kitchen, wearing a baseball cap, and an apron over her very own army pants and boots. “Well what are the two of you now up to?” Laura and I answered, giggling, that we were just preparing dinner. Our daughter smiled and shrugged: “Sure! But hurry up, I’m hungry and dinner smells delicious.”

But a few days later Carol would be in for a much larger, and revealing, surprise. As we had been very busy during the week-end I hadn’t had time to do all the household chores, so Laura had asked me to take a day off, to catch up with the ironing and changing of the beds. Towards the end of the afternoon I was getting ready and looking forward to a quiet moment in the sofa before starting to prepare diner. Carol was going to get home any moment and I always liked to chat a little bit with her but usually had no time because when I got home from the office there was always a lot of work waiting for me. I was looking forward to some “quality time” with my daughter when Laura walked into the room.

I was flabbergasted. She was wearing a school uniform from Carol, and looked marvelous in it. Carol was attending a traditional catholic school with a traditional but rather becoming uniform consisting of a dark-blue and green kilt, with a white dress-shirt, navy-blue sweater, white socks or tights and Mary-Jane shoes. My mouth fell open in disbelief. She wore her hair in two short braids and combined with her dental braces she looked really very young. As usual Laura was the first to talk: “Hi Misster Perry, isss Carol home yet?” I hesitated a moment and then remembered that she had said that she was not a schoolmate of Carol’s. Why was she then wearing the same uniform? For some childish reason I felt compelled to point this error out, but Laura immediately corrected me: “I’m sorry to have misled you sir but I said I was not a class mate, I never said I didn’t attend the same school. I’m a year younger than your daughter, so I’m in 8th grade and Carol is in 9th sir.”
Irritated that I hadn’t been able to point out an error in her role-play I didn‘t give up: “Carol has been attending that school since first grade, how come you were never friends before?” But again Laura had her answer ready: “We only moved to this neighborhood last month sir.” I regretted my irritation and wanted to back out, but Laura was too fast: “Are you mad at me, sir?” Do you want me to leave?” I immediately assured her there was nothing wrong, that on the contrary I was glad that she was there. Laura gave me a nice smile baring her bright glistering teeth:
“Is that true or are you just saying that to make me happy?”
“Oh no, it’s true, I really like it when you are around!”
Laura was leading me right to where she wanted me to go:
“That’s nice of you to say sir, but I don’t believe you. You must think I’m just a stupid little girl, making you lose your time chatting your ears off.”
I hesitated for a fraction of a second and then fell right into the trap that Laura had laid out for me:
“Oh no. I think you are very smart and advanced for your age. I can’t believe you are younger than Carol. You are so much more mature.”
Laura smiled at me defiantly:
“What do you mean ssir? Physical? You think I’m ssexy for my age?”
She actually made me blush, and I was only able to answer in a whisper:
“Wwwell, yes, euh, I think so yes.”

At that moment we heard Carol entering the house. Laura made a quick step in my direction and gave a fast kiss on my lips, and it was her turn to whisper: “I think you are ssexy too, ssir.”
At that moment Carol walked in the room and seeing her mother in her school uniform made her freeze. Laura didn’t miss a beat: “Oh hi Carol. Your little brother is so funny! I think he has a crush on me!” Carol looked from her mother to me, and understanding we were roleplaying again with her mother babysitting over me, she laughed. “Oh is that so? He is a little young I would think.”
I was once again surprised by the sudden turn of events, but when Laura turned back to me I knew there was nothing I could do.
“Come on big boy, time for your afternoon snack.” A few minutes later I was sitting behind a bowl of cereals, wearing a large bib, with Laura helping me to eat, while Carol looked on with an amused smile. Having the two of them sitting one next to the other wearing identical uniforms was disconcerting.

When I had finished my food, Laura swiped my mouth clean with the bib and then turned to her daughter: “Your mother told me he sometimes still has accidents, so I guess I better take him to the toilet?” Carol, smiling broadly, said that was not a bad idea, and Laura took me by the hand leading me to the toilet. In the toilet she unfastened my pants and dropped them to my ankles revealing the girly panties I was wearing as always:” A real briefs man I see”, she whispered in my ear as she grabbed my penis and directed it to the pot.

From that day on Laura began playing the role of the 13 year old nymphomaniac more and more. We both loved it and the game became more and more addictive. Laura as always was very inventive and changing styles all the time she always managed to get it right to be a convincing nymphomaniac adolescent girl. One day she would wear loose-fitting shortalls, with short colored socks and sneakers, with her hair in two pigtails. The next time she wore very small shorts with an even shorter top, showing a bare belly with a piercing. But the outfits I continued to prefer were her school uniform or the “bcbg style” pleated skirts and tops that she had worn the first time.

We developed a highly passionate, charged, but “platonic” relationship. Well not literally platonic. She would come and sit on my lap, facing me with her legs spread over mine, and we would kiss. But whenever I tried to put my hands underneath her skirt she would stop me telling that everything below her waist was off limits. She promised however that she would reserve her flower for me, but that she was still too young to lose her virginity, I would have to wait.
Of course this was another form of highly effective “orgasm denial”. I was passionately in love with my 13 year old sexy wife, and loved to be hit upon by her. Especially in public. Because of course we couldn’t resist playing our games in public. Having my little girlfriend swing her arms around me and kiss me passionately in front of some scandalized couple that maybe had teenage daughters themselves, was irresistible. At a couple of occasions I got angry remarks from onlookers until Laura turned around and they realized their mistake and, all confused, apologized and ran away.

Laura, who knew everything about orgasm denial, knew that by keeping her lower body off limits for me, I would be completely at her mercy. And the little devil inside her soon enjoyed blackmailing me. She began refusing to be kissed – calling me a dirty old man – unless I paid her for it. When I tried to resist, telling her I would survive without her kisses she threatened to tell Carol her father was shagging her best friend. Completely insane I angrily answered to that stupid threat coming from my wife, by saying that I didn’t shag her. She looked with her little devilish smile: “No but you would like to. I think Carol will find hat equally disgusting!”

I gave in and began paying for her kisses. Next she proposed to let me see her panties, and I agreed to pay to have her lift her skirt, or even to see or touch her bare breasts. Another frustrating thing was that whenever Carol was present Laura continued to pretend she was our daughter’s friend, but I was immediately forced into the role of a little toddler, being baby-sitted over. Not that I cared very much, because being taken care of by my wife and daughter was pure heaven. And of course I could count on both of them to come out with new, surprising, ideas all the time. One Saturday I was doing my normal household chores, Anthony was gone as usual, Laura was somewhere around the house and as far as I knew Carol was absent too. When Laura interrupted me dressed in one of her favorite BCBG adolescent outfits I got immediately excited as I assumed she was going to flirt with me.
But she told me to go upstairs and change into the clothes she had prepared for me. This too excited me because I thought I was to be treated as a toddler or even as a baby. But when I noticed what she had laid out for me I didn’t really understand what is was supposed to represent. The outfit consisted of black and white gingham shorts, a T-shirt with an animal cartoon and short socks. When I put on the shorts – they were clearly tailor made for me um – I liked the way they fitted tightly around my legs, and I tucked the shirt deep in the shorts. Going downstairs I assumed I was to be a toddler but was not completely sure.

When I entered the kitchen I ran into Carol, and I was flabbergasted by her outfit. She was wearing beige corduroy shorts that fitted tightly around her legs too, wool knee socks, green rubber boots, a T-shirt with more cartoon figures, and a baseball cap underneath which she had tucked her hair away. I immediately recognized the shorts and socks to have been part of Anthony’s Cub Scout uniform.

She greeted me enthusiastically: “Ah there you are! I was waiting for you to go out to play”. A number of years earlier Carol had been a real tomboy, always playing with her brother and his friends, and I understood that today she had decided to go back to that time. I was not very sure what I was expected to do but my daughter immediately took the lead, and showing me a pair of rubber boots to put on, she was already holding the doorknob in her hand, spurring me on to hurry.

Once outside she went to the garden shack where she began looking underneath long discarded toys. After a few minutes she found what she had been looking for, pulling out an old plastic sledge. Taking the sledge in her arms and urging me to follow her she began running towards the street. I immediately understood what she was up to.

In the woods at the end of our street there is a steep hill, with half way up the hill a small lake, a water reservoir, fed by a small brook, emptying itself at the other side through an artificial waterfall. But from time to time, after heavy rains, even with all the locks of the waterfall open, the reservoir will spill over on the sides, causing mudslides. The previous days we had had exceptional heavy rains, and Carol must have remembered the old days when she had had fun with her brother and his friends, sliding down on the mud. At the time I had watched them coming down, signing, yelling, shouting, covering themselves with mud, and I suddenly remembered I had regretted being an adult, having wished to join them. Anticipating what was to come I felt elated and stormed after Carol to the woods and up the hill.

The next couple of hours Carol and I had a marvelous time. Not only was it fun sliding down a mud slope on a sledge with the feeling of speed in our hair. But in a few minutes we were covered in mud, and shedding all our inhibitions, we began sledding down on our bums, rolling ourselves in the mud, and painting our faces with mud. I hadn’t felt so free for years and it was with regret that I followed my “big sister” home when the sun was going down. Coming home, covered in mud from top to toe, Laura at first didn’t believe her eyes, but then, laughing very hard, she made us shower ourselves with the garden hose and then undress completely, before we were allowed to come in. Standing naked being hosed down by my daughter, equally naked, didn’t bother me at all. We felt closer as we had ever felt before.

Not long afterwards, one day coming home from the office I noticed Isabel’s car parked in front of the house. I hadn’t seen her since my visit to her place where I had been completely babied, and I felt awkward meeting her again, but at the same time I got all excited. I forced myself to calm down, thinking Isabel was here to visit her friend not for me. But when I went inside I was completely surprised by the scene I found there. Isabel and Laura had both dressed up as teen-agers. Laura being very convincing with her hair in a ponytail and dressed in a hooded, sleeveless, sweater, a very short denim skirt and sneakers. But Isabel, despite having tried very hard, wearing loose fitting shortalls and a Disney shirt didn’t make her a convincing adolescent. Even her hair done in two braids, didn’t change that.

But I grasped the intention and smiled. My eyes fell on Carol and Lucy who were playing on the carpet with Carol’s old doll house, both with a pacifier in their mouth. Carol was dressed in an extremely short tank top dress, revealing her cute pull up diapers. Taking the whole scene up took only a fraction of a second, and of course I was rather pleased by what I saw and was all ready to join the two little ones. But before I could move in their direction Isabel was walking up to me: “Ha, there he is our little baby!” , and before I knew what was going on she placed her hand on my crotch: “ Still dry! That’s a good baby, but let’s get you diapered before it’s too late” I followed her upstairs, feeling the eyes of both my wife and daughter in my back.

A few moments later I found myself standing in front of my wife’s best friend completely naked again. This time my member had inflated even before she had made me lay on the floor and had applied baby powder. Softly rubbing my dick, using both hands she made me come in her hands and then waited for my dick to shrink before putting on my diapers.
I immediately noticed she had put on very thick diapers, even thicker than the last time. After she had pulled large plastic pants over the diapers, she helped me into the cutest dungaree-romper I had ever seen. The romper, in a red gingham fabric, had a cute teddy on the bib, elasticated legs and buttons in the crotch. When she helped me up I noticed that the diaper was so thick that my bum looked like a balloon and I walked like a duck with my bum waggling from left to right. Entering the living room Laura didn’t know to laugh or cry, as always when I dress as a baby. But Carol shrieked with merriment: “Pretty baby, pretty baby!”
And then Isabel did what I had hoped and feared. She had me sit next to her on the sofa where she opened her blouse and bra and pushed my head towards her breast. While my wife and daughter were watching I put my hands around her breast and taking a large part of it in my mouth began sucking expertly on the nipple. I was again mesmerized by the unique experience of being breastfed: unbelievable relaxing, blocking out all other senses. Sucking and feeling the liquid fill up my mouth was again pure happiness. I completely forgot the presence of Laura and Carol. Nothing else existed anymore. Just sucking and swallowing.
After I had been satiated she made me lay on the sofa, and taking out the two pairs of handcuffs, she attached my wrists to my ankles again, forcing me into a fetal position, as she had done the last time. Of course she also had brought the ball gag, and going even one step further, she put a blindfold over my eyes. Having immobilized me completely she sat on her knees next to the couch and stroked my hair kissing me softly in the neck. I was almost immediately ready to doze off, but I heard her turn to my wife: “Isn’t he sweet? A completely helpless, sweet, newborn baby.” Next I felt how her hand stroked my legs, moving up to my crotch, and softly rubbed my member through the thick diapers. I thought my penis was going to explode in the diapers and I sighted in anticipation. She rubbed my dick until, sighting heavily, I came for the second time in half an hour time, ejaculating deep in my diapers. I felt her turn away again: “The little baby really likes that. Isn’t that cute?” But Laura wasn’t impressed: “Cute? Pathetic, you mean!”

Embarrassed I fell asleep but not for very long. When I woke up I didn’t hear a noise and realized I was completely alone. I waited for a while but the position in which I was kept became increasingly uncomfortable. I had some movements in my bowels and I decided to relieve myself. As always filling up my diapers was a wonderful feeling and this calmed me down for a while, and I dozed off again for a short time. But when I woke up, aching all over, I got mad at the 3 girls. How could they do this to me? This was pure torture. A couple of hours later they had still not returned and I became extremely anxious. This was not normal anymore and I began worrying that something had happened to them. I panicked. What if something had happened to them? I remembered that Anthony was staying over with a friend, and at first this was a relieve because I didn’t want him to find me, in a fetal position, gagged and blindfolded, dressed as a baby with messy, stinking diapers, but after a while, sick with worry, I hoped he had changed his plans and would come home. I began crying, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. Tears from frustration, pain, anger, but most of all worrying that something had happened to my loved ones.

Later I would learn that Carol had not been able to resist the temptation of going out in her toddler dress, and had insisted on going for a walk with Lucy and the babysitters. Laura however had been afraid of running into a neighbor and had accepted to go out only if they drove first to a neighboring town. There they had made a small walk and then went for a drink on a terrace, tremendously enjoying the strange looks they were getting. They had not paid attention to the time, and when they finally were on their way home had run into a major traffic jam. When they had gotten in front of our house Isabel had just dropped them off and had immediately continued her journey with her little daughter.

When Carol came running into the room and found me in tears she was overwhelmed with tenderness. She immediately took of the cuffs, the gag and the blindfold and covered me with kisses. And when a few seconds later Laura came to the scene she too, completely out of character, became very kind. Apologizing over and over, she took me upstairs and helped me clean up. Something she had never done before, not even with just a wet diaper. Having my wife taking care of me in this kind fashion was a small consolation.

Having been put into a complete helpless position and then having been abandoned had provoked some very deep emotions in me. In the weeks after that incident I would often start crying inconsolable, and Laura would have to take me in her arms to comfort me. And she felt so guilty about what had happened that she would do this without making nasty remarks, whispering in my ear that’s she was there and that she would never leave me alone anymore. Even now thinking about that day, tears well up in my eyes, and I feel like running to my wife to be consoled.

Next chapter:



A dream come true 10

“When Isabel pushed my head towards her breast I put my mouth over it and clumsily began sucking on the nipple. At first nothing came out, but then Isabel took my hands and put them around her breast. Pressing softly and taking a larger part of her breast in my mouth I suddenly felt the liquid squirt into my mouth.  She bent over me and whispered in my ear that I was such a good baby.”


You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “topics” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

 Chapter 10

 In the eyes of my wife and daughter, the way Isabel had treated me was horribly humiliating. This experience took away all Laura’s inhibitions for humiliating me in public. She had seen that Isabel really loved to treat me as a baby, without intention of humiliating or dominating me, but that was beyond her comprehension. When she had me in diapers it was almost always to accentuate the fact that she was the boss and could do anything with me. Sometimes she would do it as a reward for being a good, obedient, husband, but even then she would do it in a humiliating way, knowing I liked that. Having seen the intimacy between me and her friend had made her jealous, and she was venting that jealousy by humiliating me more than ever.

Carol on the contrary had become very protective of me, as if she wanted to protect me from further humiliation.  But having been trained that Laura was always right she didn’t try to stop her. She would comfort me, or join me in whatever situation Laura had placed me, as if to say I didn’t have to feel bad because I was not alone. I didn’t mind the humiliations, but having my daughter comfort me in that way was very cute.

If until then diapering and treating me as a baby had been something Laura and I did in private, now she didn’t hesitate to treat me like that in front of the kids.

The first time was a couple of days after Lucy’s birthday party. The kids were gone and I had been doing the household while Laura was doing some administrative work. When I was ready I went to tell her and ask if there was anything else she wanted me to do. She looked surprised and said I was becoming faster and faster, and no, there was nothing more to do. She smiled and said I had earned a reward. She took me by the hand and I followed her up the stairs where she went straight to our special closet.

A quarter of an hour later I found myself sitting on a blanket in the living room surrounded with baby-toys, fastened to the radiator with an harness and with my fingers taped together. I wore nothing but a short shirt and disposable diapers, and was sucking happily on my pacifier. I was in heaven. It didn’t take long before I wet my diapers of course. Laura had left me alone and after a while I got bored playing with the wooden puzzles, plastic building blocks and teddies. I lay down on the floor and dozed off. Until I was woken up by the voices of Laura and Carol entering the room: “Look I made your father happy today.”  Carol looked surprised but then smiled and kneeling next to me gave me a big hug. But Laura continued: “I think the little baby must be getting hungry. I was just preparing a baby bottle; can you give it to him? “  Carol enthusiastically agreed to do that and some moments later I found myself sitting next to my daughter in the sofa, wearing a baby bib, with my head resting on her shoulder, sucking on a bottle that she held in her hand. That’s how Anthony found us when he came in.

He had heard from his sister of my baby-games but it was the first time he witnessed it. After his initial surprise he seemed to think it was funny and he sat in front of us watching his sister feed me. But then his eyes fell on my soaked diapers and he was horrified. Standing up disgusted he said I was not his father anymore and angrily walked out of the room. His sister bent over me and gave me a kiss: “Of course you are not our father. You are our little baby brother, aren’t you?”

Although from that day on Laura would be more careful,  from time to time, when the kids were not home,  she would still have me wear diapers without pants or shorts and we couldn’t help being caught a couple of times. Being caught by the kids walking around with my heavy wet diapers hanging between my legs was awkward. Even Carol was somewhat disturbed and asked her mother why she did this. Laura answered that all men needed reminding from time to time of where there place was, and some men like her father needed that more than others. I thought that very unfair but I guarded that thought for myself and Carol seemed to accept it.

Anthony of course didn’t, and angrily asked me why I let my wife treat me like that. But my answer that I had decided that whatever Laura did was right for me, didn’t sooth him. I explained that it had made my life very easy and that he had to admit that the household was a lot smoother since I accepted my place. He didn’t admit that.

But these were just a couple of exceptional occasions. Normally the baby-playing was something we did in private, usually as a reward for my good behavior. I always loved those moments but after Lucy’s birthday party something was missing. For Laura it was either a game to please me, either something she did to humiliate me, but for Isabel I had really been a baby, and I longed to repeat that. One day when the phone rang and I picked up it was Isabel calling for Laura. When she heard it was me she asked how little baby Mickey was doing. It made me have butterflies in my stomach, and I stammered that I missed Auntie Isabel. She laughed and answered she missed her little baby too but at that moment Laura entered the room and I passed her along to her friend.

The next day however driving to the office I had a sudden urge. Instead of going to work I called in sick and half an hour later I presented me at Isabel’s door. When she opened the door, holding little Lucy by the hand, she was surprised to see me but immediately knew why I had come.

She smiled and turned towards her little daughter: “Look who has come to play with you, little baby Mickey!”, and without any comment she took me by the hand leading me inside and up the stairs. Once in the baby bedroom she opened my trousers and pulled them down. A few minutes later I was completely naked and she made me lay on the floor as she applied baby powder all around, and on, my private parts. By that time my member had inflated and she put powder on it from top to base, softly rubbing my dick, using both hands. I couldn’t help coming and she laughed, swiping her hands clean on the kind of nurse’s apron she had put on: “That’s a good baby, now in a few seconds we will be able to put your diaper on” After I was diapered she dressed me in the same romper I had worn at Lucy’s party. Isabel observed that if I was going to be a regular visitor she should buy me some more clothes. The idea of becoming a regular visitor hadn’t occurred to me, and I blushed very hard.

Downstairs she put Lucy in her park and had me sit next to her on the sofa where she opened her blouse and bra. I was surprised that the bra opened in front, and by the size of her breasts, but then suddenly remembered she was still breastfeeding her 2 year old daughter. I had heard her discussing it with Laura who found this somewhat eccentric but Isabel had insisted it was the best for the baby. I slowly began realizing what was going to happen. When Isabel pushed my head towards her breast I put my mouth over it and clumsily began sucking on the nipple. At first nothing came out, but then Isabel took my hands and put them around her breast. Pressing softly and taking a larger part of her breast in my mouth I suddenly felt the liquid squirt into my mouth.  She bent over me and whispered in my ear that I was such a good baby, placing a kiss on my head. I don’t think I ever felt happier than at that moment. Being safely diapered, sucking on her breast, drinking this strange tasting milk, and trying not to feel guilty about not being at the office, made me feel extremely small.  After a while Lucy began protesting and Isabel made me stop and told me to climb in the park while she took out her little girl and told me to wait while she was going to put the toddler on the potty.

Talking about the potty made me want to poop, and without thinking twice, I began pushing, happily filling up my diapers. Life was very simple and enjoyable. Sitting on my diapers I began shifting back and forth to feel the sticky mass spread around and to have the smell fill up my nostrils. I felt so babyish I couldn’t stop me from stuffing the foot of the plush animal I had in my hand in my mouth and suck on it.

When Isabel entered the room carrying little Lucy in her arms she smelled what had happened and sighted deeply. But smiling kindly she told me to come out of the park and she put Lucy in my place before taking me by the hand leading me upstairs. I followed her happily anticipating lying down on the plastic sheet on the bed while she cleaned me up with moist tissues. Was there anything more heavenly in the world? Just thinking about it made my dick grow strong.

But she took me straight to the bathroom where she had me stand in the bath and cleaned me up with water and soap, ignoring my erection. Once clean I was diapered again of course. I immediately felt Isabel had put in quit some extra padding. Explaining that little babies who messed up their diapers had to be well protected she pulled some huge plastic pants over the diapers. The romper wouldn’t fit over it anymore so she had me wear nothing but a short tunic then had me stand up.  I could hardly walk and happily waddled at Isa’s hand. She led me to the bedroom again where she made me lay on the bed, and taking out two pairs of handcuffs, she attached my left wrist to my right ankle and vice versa, forcing me into a kind of fetal position. And to complete the scene she fastened a ball gag in my mouth. Being made so utterly dependent was exhilarating, but at the same time scary.

Isabel lay down on the bed next to me and, softly stroking my hair, gave me a couple of kisses. “That’s my sweet newborn baby.” She turned her head to my feet and put my big toe in her mouth and softly sucked on it, stroking my legs at the same time: “Ok baby, close your eyes, and relax. You can’t please yourself but auntie knows what her baby likes.”  She moved her hand up to my crotch and softly rubbed my member through the thick diapers. I thought my penis was going to explode in the diapers and I sighted in anticipation. But at that moment Isabel stood up and showing me the baby phone said she was going to take care of her other baby but that if I wanted something she would hear me making noise. Bending over she kissed me and told me to take a big nap. I wanted to tell her to wait but managed only to make some incomprehensible sounds.

Once alone I desperately tried to finish the job she had started but the position she had put me in made that impossible. Very frustrated I tried to fall asleep, but it took me quite a while to calm down. But finally I must have dozed off.

When Isabel came into the room I woke up and it took me a few moments to remember in what situation I was. She again lay down next to me resting my head in her lap, and then put her hand back on my crotch: “Auntie has been very naughty teasing her little baby like that. But this time I will finish it, ok darling?”  She rubbed my dick through the diapers again and I felt it swell immediately. Then, sighting heavily, I came very fast. She smiled “Baby likes that, doesn’t he?”

She unfastened the cuffs, but keeping the gag in place, took me by the hand to go down. Once downstairs she put me on a blanket on the floor and putting the dog collar from the last time back on, she attached my wrists to it. All I could do was watch how she fed little Lucy some mashed food. When that was done she put the little girl on the potty and then it was her turn to go upstairs to take a nap.  When Lucy was in bed and Isabel came down she unfastened my hands and told me to come and sit next to her on the sofa. To my huge excitement she opened her blouse again and I was breastfed for the second time that day.

It was amazing how being breastfed was a unique experience, unbelievable relaxing, blocking out all other senses. Sucking and feeling the liquid fill up my mouth was pure happiness. At that moment nothing else existed anymore. Just sucking and swallowing.

When I had emptied both breasts she led me relax with my head on her chest, and softly stroking my hair she told me that that was it for the day. Disappointed I looked at her pleadingly but she said that it had been enough and that anyway it would soon be time for her to go and fetch the boys at school. She hesitated a moment and then told me that she would have to tell Laura of my visit. 

Panicking I veered upright: “Why?”  “Not telling her would be a lie by omission, and I don’t want a lie to install itself between me and my best friend”. I kept silent trying to figure out the effect it would have on my wife. But Isabel soothed me, assuring me that Laura would not be too upset. She continued explaining that she would have to tell Tom too. Again I panicked, crying out that she couldn’t do that. “I have to; you never know what little Lucy will tell. But calm down, I won’t tell him what you came over for. I will just invent something about you and Laura and that you needed someone to talk too.”

With that she motioned me to stand up and she led me go upstairs on my own to get dressed. When an hour later I came home Laura was waiting for me, smiling maliciously: “You are home early darling!”  On the way home I had tried to figure out what to say, but I was still speechless, but Laura didn’t wait for an answer: “I heard you paid a visit to Isabel and that she took good care of you?” This was getting even harder than expected.  I madly tried to figure out how to react but Laura shrugged and continued: “Well it’s good you are here. It’s a perfect day to give the terrace a good shrub.” I was relieved she didn’t pursue the issue any longer and eagerly agreed it was a good moment to do that yearly chore.

The next day however when I came home from the office, things took an unexpected turn. As usual upon coming home I changed into comfortable clothes and went to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. As I was putting on my apron I wondered where Laura was. I had seen her car so I knew she was home but I hadn’t seen her and she hadn’t come to say hello which was unusual. Just as I was going to look for her she walked into the kitchen.

I was flabbergasted by the way she was dressed. She wore a short, pleated, pink skirt, underneath a white dress shirt with short balloon sleeves and with the tails hanging over the skirt and. Over the shirt she wore a short brown top. The outfit was completed with under-the-knee, purple and white, football socks and pink sneakers. She seemed surprised to see me but gave me a broad smile: “Oh, Hi. I’m a friend of Carol, she said she would be back soon and I could wait.” I began to understand where this was going and got intrigued. “I see. Nice to meet you. What’s your name?” “Oh sorry. I’m Laura. But if I disturb you, I can wait in her room.” “No not at all. Are you classmates?”

Seeing that I had entered the game Laura relaxed. She had been chewing – which flabbergasted me even more as Laura hates chewing gum – but taking the gum out of her mouth and holding it between her fingers, she went to the bin to throw it away. She cleaned her fingers by putting them in her mouth and then drying them on the back of her skirt. I was looking at the scene with open mouth but enjoying every second of it. Next she turned to me again and saying that Carol had told her she could take a coke if she was thirsty, she asked if I minded. Of course I answered I didn’t.  Asking if I wanted one too – I declined – she went to the fridge and returning with a can in her hand, she sat on the kitchen table with her legs hanging over the edge. I noticed she had her hair in a ponytail – which had jumped up when she jumped on the table – something she hadn’t done for ages. I was ever more surprised, but completely fascinated, I couldn’t take my eyes of her. 

She finally answered that she was not a classmate but a friend of my daughter. I was wondering what to say next when she took the initiative, looking intently at my apron: “Carol told me about how this household is organized. It’s cool!” I blushed, suddenly very self-conscious. She continued “My father and brother don’t do anything. It’s all for my mother, me and my sisters. That’s so primitive!” I still didn’t know what to answer so she went on: “I think a man who isn’t ashamed to put on an apron and to help a lot in the household must be very confident about his manhood.”

This time I couldn’t suppress a smile: “I don’t know. It’s just that I don’t mind.”  Pulling up her legs and crossing them underneath her, displaying for a moment her panties before she pulled down her skirt, she looked me up and down: “It shows you respect woman. Also the way you look, so slim and fit, shows you respect your wife.”

I suddenly realized she was hitting on me, which aroused me. I never was much of a ladies man, and the last couple of years I had completely lost the habit, so I was at a loss for words, and blushed again. Laura, without taking her eyes off me, pulled up one of her socks displacing her short skirt, again giving me a glimpse of her panties. I couldn’t take my eyes of them. I smiled and awkwardly asked if she thought I was sexy. While I heard myself ask that stupid questionI was suddenly horribly conscious that I was wearing an apron which was not very flattering nor sexy. Laura could hardly suppress a laugh, but managed to do it and with an even voice answered she thought I was very handsome for someone my age, and, casting her eyes down as if she was shy, she added that, yes, she thought I was sexy.

Trying to recover while she was not looking at me I took on a patronizing tone: “That’s very nice to say so, but you shouldn’t chat up a man from my age. It’s the boys your age you should find sexy!” Of course that was not a very original thing to say but it seemed to hit home. She jumped off the table and came walking up to me: “Boys my age are so boring , and so clumsy! I rather be with adults, but there are so few adults that are nice and sweet and sexy and handsome.”

She put her arms around me and planted a kiss on my mouth. “You smell good. Why can’t you be my father? Carol is so lucky!! Please take me in your arms.”

I did as asked and we had another long kiss. When we separated our tongues she sighted deeply: “I feel so happy. I always dreamed to be initiated by a real man!”

Amused I entered more and more in the game: “Initiated? Does that mean you are still a virgin?”  She gave me an obfuscated look: “Of course I’m a virgin, I’m 13 years old!” She waited a second and then continued on a dubitative tone: “But if you would agree to be my guide I am ready to offer you my flower”. And without waiting for my reaction she reached underneath the apron and began fumbling at my belt trying to unfasten it. I was suddenly taken by a panic attack. Being invited to unflower this pretty 13 year old virgin excited me tremendously, but at the same time I was afraid not to be able to live up to her expectations. I stopped her and tried to gain a reprieve telling her we should not do this hastily. We should plan for an ideal moment and place.

At that moment Carol walked in and I realized she had been home all the time. She looked at her mother, clearly amused by her outfit, but she also understood what we were doing, and began laughing: “Hey what are you guys up to?”

I was embarrassed – yes I still am embarrassed sometimes despite all the humiliating things Laura has made me do over the years – but Laura smiled at her daughter. “Your little brother has to go peepee and I was helping him unfasten his pants”.

 I was flabbergasted by the unexpected twist:  I was not Carol’s father anymore but her little brother?  I wanted to protest but then fell how at that moment Laura managed to unfasten my pants and with a strong pull made them drop to my ankles: “Oh what cute panties! Your mommy makes you wear the panties your sister has outgrown?”  I was indeed wearing girlie panties as always. Embarrassed, I looked at the way my daughter gasped in disbelief seeing her father wearing colorful panties with a Disney princess drawing. But Laura didn’t give me any respite. Making me step out of my panties and taking the apron off by pulling it over my head, she gave me a pat on my bottom: “Hurry up, I’ll join you in a minute to dry your little wee-wee.” Having been turned from a sexy “mature man” into a little boy in just a few seconds frustrated me enormously, but being trained to accept whatever Laura decided, I gave a shy look at my daughter and left for the toilet under her amused gaze.

I was still peeing when the door to the toilet opened and Laura entered. She surprised me which made me pee next to the pot. She immediately grabbed my penis and re-directed it: “Let me help you before I have to clean the whole toilet”. When I was finished she cleaned my member with some paper and then handed me a pair of tight fitting shorts and helped me putting them on. Although still frustrated by the fact that she had so abruptly changed the game, I began to like the new turn of events.

When we got back to the kitchen Carol had put some toys on the floor. I immediately recognized the little soldiers, action figures and miniature cars which had belonged to Anthony. I looked from Carol to Laura wondering how they expected me to react. Laura smiled at her daughter, and then turned to me: “Before you are allowed to play with your toys your mother said you had to do your homework!”  At that moment I noticed the school exercise book on the table. Curious I sat at the table and Carol opened the book and showed some exercises I had to do. Intrigued I looked at it and noticed it were very simple counting exercises at a first grade level. The prospect of doing those simple exercises appealed enormously and taking the pencil Carol was holding I began to work.

They made me do the calculations for about ten minutes and then praised me for being so smart. Laura must have noticed I was disappointed it was already over because she took a writing pad with dual lined sheets, and told me to fill each line copying the same letter from end to end, a different letter on each line. Carefully writing between the lines was harder than I had expected and when I had filled a complete page this time I was happy it was over.  Giving me a hug Laura told me I could play until it would be time to eat.

Sitting on the ground playing with the action figures and cars felt awkward, especially with the two girls watching me. But after a while they stopped paying attention and watched some teen series on TV. As they hadn’t taken off my glasses I stopped playing and watched the series with them, until the pizza delivery boy rang the bell. They cut the pizzas in triangular pieces and the 3 of us ate with our fingers straight from the box, something Laura normally abhorred.

After finishing the pizzas and watching another show Carol told me to go upstairs, change into pajamas and brush my teeth. Being ordered by my daughter was strange but very cute. When I was ready I wondered what to do but as it was still very early I decided to rejoin them. In the meantime they were watching a DVD movie and hardly paid any attention to me. So I watched the movie with them, thinking the role playing was over for the day. But at the end of the movie Laura had another, last, surprise.

She first said it was much too late for little boys to still be up, and that if my mother would know this she would be very mad. I smiled but understood she was going to insist I go to bed so I stood up, and wanted to leave, but she stopped me and told me to wait. She disappeared in the kitchen and came back holding a pack of Dry Nites for older girls: “Your mother told me you have to wear those for in case you would have an accident”. She made me take off my pajama pants in full view of my daughter and pull on the brief-type training pants, illustrated with stars and a cute little monkey. They were way too small but still I managed to put them on.  I never had had brief-type diapers before and I loved the way they feel of them. Giving a kiss to both my wife and daughter I went upstairs.

In bed I went over the latest developments. Having my wife play the role of a nymphomaniac 13 year old girl was another dream come true. The fact that she had turned into my babysitter had been somewhat of a disappointment but still I had loved being looked after by both girls. I certainly wanted to play both roles again.

– Next chapter: https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2013/06/27/a-dream-come-true-11-2/

A dream come true 9

“At that moment I had a very heavy cramp, and not able to withhold any longer I let go, filling up my diapers in front of my wife and daughter. They were at first horrified, but seeing the laughing face of Isabel, they understood and burst out laughing too. I couldn’t stop the bowel movement and kept on filling my diapers in front of them. I felt horribly ashamed but again the feeling of the warm mass spreading around in my diapers made me feel good”

 You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “categories” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

 Chapter 9

 The following days and weeks Carol came back several time to our age-playing, asking a steady stream of questions: if I had done that before, if I played other roles, why I liked to do it, … . She seemed to have enjoyed it a lot, and despite that for years I hadn’t been very manly, and been submissive to Laura, my daughter still seemed surprised to discover my sissy side, and loved it. Anthony on the other hand, who of course had received an extensive account of what had happened, lost the last remaining bit of respect for his father. And Laura didn’t seem to care a lot, and seemed relieved the last secret was out in the open now. However when Carol proposed to play again Laura opposed it.

One or two months later Isabel called and had my daughter on the line. Isabel said that Lucy’s second birthday was coming up and asked if “Carol and her little sister would care to come over to party with them?”  For a split second Carol didn’t understand but then, delighted, she irrupted in laughter: “Sure, she would love too, but I doubt mommy will let us.”

Isabel immediately had asked to speak to Laura, and she soon had persuaded my wife that the 3 of us would join her and little Lucy for a small birthday party a day when Tom and the boys weren’t home. Nobody asked my opinion of course.

The day of the party Carol was all excited. She went through her wardrobe looking for the appropriate attire, which took quite some time, but when she finally came down she was clearly pleased with the effect. She wore a girlie T-shirt under a very short red jumper dress and striped tights. She hadn’t dressed so colorful for years. She evidently wanted to look childish, which surprised Laura and myself, but she looked charming and Laura complimented her on her cute look.

Smiling broadly Carol turned to me: “”Your turn! I have prepared your clothes on your bed”.  I hadn’t expected that at all, and gave her a worried look, but without seeming to notice that, she took me by the hand and pulled me up the stairs. When I saw what she had prepared my first reaction was to refuse to wear such attire in public, but seeing my daughter’s happy twinkling eyes I gave in.

Soon I was dressed in a short Disney princess T-shirt over a very short, lilac and violet tiered, skirt, with an elastic waist, and dark blue tights with little stars. The T-shirt was too short so that my belly was bare. I am rather slim, but nevertheless around my waist I have some beginning bulges who were now hanging over the waistband of the skirt. Carol was delighted, but couldn’t stop laughing, which wasn’t very comforting of course.

Laura too was amused when she saw me. She loves to have me at her mercy and to humiliate me in private and in public, but watching me playing a little baby, and enjoying it, is definitely not her thing. Nevertheless she seemed to like me see dressed like that by our daughter.

When we arrived at Isabel’s place she was as surprised and delighted as Laura had been. Especially Carol being dressed in such a childish fashion surprised her, as she had expected the girl to come as babysitter. But after a second hesitation she immediately took control again. She made Carol turn around complimenting how pretty she was. And then, plopping a pacifier in the surprised but delighted girl’s mouth, she turned to Laura: “Could you keep an eye on those two sweet darlings while I take care of the little baby?”, and with that she took me by the hand and led me upstairs.

Once upstairs she made me undress and lie down on the bed where she proceeded at diapering me. Having been dressed in a short skirt by my own daughter had been heaven, but of course being diapered was much better. Isabel had prepared for this visit and had some very thick diapers and plastic pants ready. Once safely diapered she dressed me in a romper closing with snaps between the legs. But then came the finishing touch: a dog collar and leather wrist cuffs that she attached to the collar.  Never before I had been made so completely dependent on my “mommy, and following her downstairs, the heavy padding making me walk like a duck,  I felt awkward  appearing in front of my wife and daughter like that.  Strangely it was not so much the diapers and rompers – both of them had seen me in such attire before – but it was having my hands attached to my collar that made it so awkward.

And indeed entering the room both Laura and Carol gave me a strange look. Laura smiled maliciously at Isabel, already enjoying seeing me in a dependent position.  Carol, who was holding a large baby doll, however jumped to her feet and looked at me in an alarmed way. Isabel immediately sensed the danger. She turned to me and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek: “We don’t want little Mickey to hurt himself do we?” I returned her smile and everything fell in place again.

The two girls were told to sit at a small able and were given a bib and Isabel took out the birthday cake with two candles. When Lucy, with the help from Carol, had blown out the candles, they proceeded to eat the cake with their hands. I too was given a bib but Isabel trusted a baby bottle with milk in my hands which I was told to drink. Isabel commented on the situation explaining that while little Lucy was becoming a big girl I seemed to be regressing into an ever smaller baby. Perfectly happy I didn’t respond.

I was still sucking on my bottle when the two girls had finished the cake, and Isabel asked her toddler if she didn’t have to go potty. Once the little girl installed on her throne Isabel looked to Carol and asked her the same question. My daughter turned all red but nodded enthusiastically yes. A few moments later both girls were sitting on their respective pots and peeing with the encouragement of both Isabel and Laura , who seemed to enjoy seeing her 14 year old daughter in the role of a happy toddler.

When both had finished Isabel swiped them clean and had both of them put on training pants. At that moment I began to feel something going on in my bowels. At first, enjoying the pleasure of watching my daughter playing a little toddler, I ignored it but as the movement became worse I suddenly realized that Isabel must have put a laxative in my bottle. I tried to hold out but soon knew that was going to be impossible. Panicking I went over to the 4 girls and timidly asked if someone could help me to the toilet.

Laura gave me a furious look. She must have thought I was jealous of the two girls and tried to get attention. And Carol, probably thinking the same, looked at me in a compassionate but sad way. Only Isabel smiled broadly: “Oh, you want to be a big girl like your sister? That’s a good baby, but you know you are still too small to use the potty.”  And tapping me on the bottom she added: “But that’s why you are wearing such thick diapers aren’t you?”

At that moment I had a very heavy cramp, and not able to withhold any longer I let go, filling up my diapers in front of my wife and daughter. They were at first horrified, but seeing the laughing face of Isabel, they understood and burst out laughing too. I couldn’t stop the bowel movement and kept on filling my diapers in front of them.

I felt horribly ashamed but again the feeling of the warm mass spreading around in my diapers made me feel good. Isabel, knowing from the previous time she had me poop in my diapers that I liked it, came over and kissed me on the front: “That’s a good baby, having done a big poo poo!”  Looking at my daughter and little Lucy who just had been complimented for using the potty, I felt really very small.

Laura, complaining that it began to smell, suggested I go and change myself but Isabel interrupted her telling we should wait a little longer as there might be more to come. She handed me a rag doll and told me to sit on the floor. Sitting down, I liked the feeling of the shit spreading even more.

The attention shifted to the two girls again and Laura and Isabel began playing with them. With my hands kept close to my face there was no much I could do than to put the doll in my mouth and suck on it, while watching the others play. Isabel had been right and after a while my bowels began moving again and I filled my diapers more.

Isabel made me sit between her legs and rubbed softly on my diapers, giving me kisses in my neck. This of course was heaven and, to the horror of Laura, I began making soft noises until I came with a big sigh. At that moment Isabel took me by the hand and asking Laura to stay with the girls told her she was going to change me. Laura, flabbergasted by that suggestion, asked her why she didn’t let me wash up myself. This time it was Isabel to look surprised: “Come on Laura, it’s just a little baby, he can’t do that by himself”. Giving my wife a happy, triumphant smile I followed Isa upstairs.

I had done a very heavy load, and had been sitting on it for over an hour. Cleaning up was not going to be easy. Isabel knew this and had me stand in the bath while she took off the plastic pants and diapers, and then washed me completely while I had to hold my hands on my head. This time it didn’t feel awkward anymore.

Once clean she put on knew diapers but dressed me in the girlie clothes I had worn to come. The skirt didn’t completely cover my heavily padded bottom.  By that time it was time to leave as Tom and the boys were expected to come home any moment.

Isabel explained to Laura that she had put me in diapers again as it could be that my bowels were still not completely empty. And sure enough, driving home I couldn’t help pooping some more. Laura, giving me furious looks through the rear view mirror, complained loudly that I was disgusting, that the whole car was stinking. Carol, who was sitting next to me in the back, gave me encouraging smiles and bending over whispered in my ear: “Poor baby, don’t worry we are almost home!”

That day my status in the family took another turn downwards.

Although she had thoroughly enjoyed her own role playing, the fact that I had been willing to poop in my diapers in front of her changed the relationship with Carol completely. She remained always very kind and supportive, but I stopped being her father. She became patronizing, treating me as if I needed protection, advising me on what to wear, or telling me what to do or not to do.  I let her do, because I enjoyed being protected by my 14 year old daughter.

Laura had been flabbergasted by how Isabel turned me into a real little baby and I think she was kind of jealous by the intimacy between her friend and me. Her reaction however was not to seek the same thing but on the contrary, having seen I would accept anything, she looked for new ways to  humiliate me, such as having me wear diapers underneath nothing but a short apron in front of the kids

 As for Antony he was confirmed that his father was a pathetic sissy, whom he ignored as much as possible.

 For the next chapter go to :  https://clairodon.wordpress.com/2012/12/07/a-dream-come-true-10/

A dream comes true 8


I looked straight into the eyes of my 14 year old daughter, conscious that I was sucking on a pacifier, sitting on the floor with my legs open, wearing a very short light blue dress over white tights with underneath a thick diaper, holding a doll in my arms.

 You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “categories” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

 Chapter 8

 The kids had become completely accustomed to me walking around the house wearing an apron, and doing a big part of the household. They also had learned very quickly that I was not in charge anymore and that if they wanted anything it was no use asking me as I would refer them to their mother anyway.

Of course they had had questions about why this was happening, and Laura had explained to them that we had jointly come to the conclusion that women were more suited to be in charge than men. Anthony had strongly objected to that, so I had corrected Laura saying that maybe we shouldn’t generalize but that in our case I was convinced that Laura was a better head of the household than me.

Anthony had shrugged and asked why Laura didn’t go working then, because now I was the breadwinner of the family and I did most household chores. I explained that being in charge didn’t mean having to be breadwinner, and as for the household chores, I liked doing it. I liked cooking and I liked pleasing my wife, and also my son and daughter. It made me feel good. Anthony had given up.

Both he and his sister accepted that Laura had the last word on every question. Sometimes they would come to me and ask my opinion, and when that opinion was favorable to their petition they would ask me to put in a word with their mother, but Laura was the uncontested master in the house.

She kept me openly on a short lease and didn’t accept any transgressions. When she taught it necessary to correct me she didn’t hesitate. Her favorite reprisal when she taught I had gone out of line was humiliating me – in private or publicly –. But she never humiliated me in front of the kids. They didn’t know for instance that she made me wear female underwear. And of course they knew nothing about our baby-games.

Some time after the scrabble party, but before the day that Laura had made me go to the office wearing diapers, Tom, Isabel’s husband called. He had been offered 4 entrances to a Bruce Springsteen concert in a city some 300 km from where we lived. He knew Laura was a huge fan of “the boss” and so he asked if we would like to come along. I’m not much of a concert go-er but of course accepted for Laura’s sake. Tom explained that Isa didn’t want to come. She didn’t like Bruce so much, and having to drive 300 km back and forth, and having to arrange for a baby-sit, didn‘t seem worthwhile to her. So Tom asked if Anthony might like to get an entrance.

When that evening I asked Anthony if he would like to come with us he accepted enthusiastically. But to my surprise his sister became very jealous, asking why it was always Anthony who got such treats. She really made a big fuss so that after a couple of minutes I told her she could have my ticket, as I didn’t care, and so it was settled that the 3 of them would go to the concert with Tom.

When the day of the concert approached Tom and Laura began arranging the practical side. They were going to go by car, but they didn’t feel like driving back at night, so they would stay over for one night. And the next day they would visit the city or some exposition, making it a small week-end trip. By coincidence Tom’s two boys were invited to stay with friends that same week-end, and Isabel would be alone with little Lucy. Laura and Isabel decided it would be stupid for Isabel and me to stay alone each one on its own. As our house was in the direction of the city of destination they decided Tom would drop off Isabel and Lucy, as he picked up the 3 others, and the two of them were going to spend the week-end with me.

This was shortly after the day Laura had made me wear diapers to the office and then had me ask my boss to change me. That incident had excited me a lot and I began secretly hoping that the week-end with Isa would be similar.

On d-day Tom, Isabel and little Lucy arrived in the middle of the afternoon. Tom was immediately anxious to be on his way as they still had a long road to do. As my family was ready a few minutes later the bags had been charged and they were ready to leave.

Laura put her arm around her friend and turned to me:”Michael, you take good care of Isabel. She is tired and I promised her you would take care of her, so that she can completely relax and rest, ok?”  My heart sank in my shoes. I had hoped she would take care of me, not the reverse. But understanding what had been planned for me I nodded obediently.

A few minutes later the three of us found ourselves alone. I turned to Isabel and told her I would indeed take care of everything, she could ask me anything, so that she could completely relax. She looked at me and without any further hesitation said that that sounded wonderful. And after another second told me it was time for Lucy’s afternoon snack and asked if I could prepare the fruit mash. I nodded affirmative, hesitating to ask if I could prepare some for myself but decided against that.

I went to the kitchen, put on an apron and began preparing the mash. When I went back to the living I found Isabel reading a magazine with Lucy sitting next to her looking at a book.  I told Isa the mash was ready. She looked up from her magazine, turned to her daughter and told her she could go to the kitchen with me to eat her mash. The little girl smiled, jumped to the floor and followed me to the kitchen, while her mother told me to put a bib on her daughter when I fed her, and then turned back to her magazine.

It had been almost a year since Laura and I had babysat on Lucy, or I should say when Laura had babysat on Lucy and me. The little baby, who was now 1,5 years old, had changed a lot. She had grown into a cute little toddler girl. She followed me to the kitchen, climbed on the chair and before I could intervene, grabbed the spoon and brought a dripping spoon to her mouth. I was just in time to stop her, to put on a bib, and to start spoon-feeding her. I enjoyed watching how she eagerly swallowed spoon after spoon, although I felt slightly jealous.

While we were busy Isa came over to look if everything went well, and seeing that I was managing quit well, filled a baby-cup – one of those cups with a beak – with water, and told me Lucy could drink that after she had finished her bowl.

When bowl and cup were empty I washed her hands and face, took off the bib and taking her by the hand led her back to the living room. Isabel took her in her arms and asked if she had liked her mash. While the girl was still answering Isa turned to me and told me she would love to have some fruit too. Understanding that she wanted me to get it I asked what she fancied. To my amazement she ordered without hesitation a fresh orange juice and asked what other fruits we had. When I told her that between other we had peaches, she got a big smile: “I love peaches, but I always hate to peal them.” 

While she played with her daughter I was off to the kitchen again to prepare an orange juice and to peal a peach. When I got back she thanked me very sincerely but then told me she was afraid that her little baby had filled up her diapers. I had always hated to change messy diapers and when our kids had been babies had always led Laura take care of that chore. I gave Isa a desperate look but she didn’t seem to notice.  Taking Lucy in my arms I brought her upstairs. As I opened her diapers and began clumsily cleaning her I found out that it was not as bad as I had thought. Again I felt a pinch of jealousy. But, no – smiling to myself – I realized I could never soil my diapers and ask Laura to clean me up. She wouldn’t even change a simple wet diaper.

When Lucy and I got back downstairs I got an appreciative smile from her mother: “Thanks Michael! Tom hates to change dirty diapers, don’t you? ” I blushed. “Oh that’s all right.” She looked amused: “I like watching you wearing that apron. You never take it off?” I blushed harder, and stammered. “Euh, Yes I do, I only wear it when I’m at home.” She burst out laughing, and realizing what I had said, I laughed too.

 I cleaned up the kitchen and went back upstairs to install the baby crib and to make up a bed for Isabel, while she played with her daughter. When that was done I realized it was time to start preparing dinner. After a while Isabel and Lucy joined me in the kitchen where Isabel fed her daughter and then told her to give me a kiss as it was time for her bath and then to bed.  

When half an hour later Isabel re-entered the kitchen, dinner was almost ready. She came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek: “”You really are the perfect housemaid!” I never had thought of myself as having the role of a maid. I was just a normal husband in a female-led household. But when she said I was the perfect housemaid, I knew she meant it in appreciative way and liked the compliment. I smiled, while she continued: “Well, almost perfect” I looked at her surprised: “Michael I have a present for you. Go get it; I put it on your bed!” I hesitated for a moment wanting to ask what is was but then decided to go and have a look. Wondering what she had in mind I was excited as a kid who is opening a present but I felt also a little bit anxious, fearing maybe I might not like it.

When I got in my room I found a cute maids’ uniform laying on the bed: a short black dress with short sleeves, a small white apron with lacy rims and ribbons to be knotted in the back and a short bib that was pinned to the dress, accompanied by white lace-rimmed panties and garter belt and black stockings. I loved it! I had never before worn a garter belt but had wanted to for a long time. I put the whole outfit on as fast as I could and hurried back downstairs where Isabel was waiting for me. Upon entering the room she gave an appreciative whistle, but then, without saying a word, she made me sit down and told me to wait. Two minutes later she was back and, to my ever growing excitement, proceeded to paint my lips and to apply eyeliner and eye shadow to my eyelashes. The whole process took only a couple of minutes after which she told me, with an appreciative chuckle, to go and have a look at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t wait.

I hurried to the hall and was overwhelmed by what I saw in the big mirror. I looked good in the short black dress revealing a pair of very nice legs to witch the stockings did good credit. But before all I felt really sexy: the cute little apron confirmed my submissiveness, the pink lipstick and my very lightly painted eyes made me look a little slutty but at the same time there was also some innocence to it.

Conscious of wearing a garter belt I wanted to lift my dress to have a look when I heard Isabel laughing behind me: “Now you really are a perfect housemaid”. I turned around with a happy smile, and as if she was reading my mind, she lifted my dress and bust out laughing when she saw my stiff member in the lacy panties. She immediately dropped the dress again: “Ugh, something doesn’t look quiet right don’t you agree?”

I felt so feminine that I did agree and shyly turned even redder than I was already.

I finished preparing the meal dressed in the cute maids’ uniform and we had a cozy dinner together. Afterwards I cleaned up while Isabel watched TV. When I was ready to join her she asked me to give her a foot massage, having heard from Laura I was good at that. I sighted but put myself at her feet and gave a long massage. When she was finally satisfied she thanked me, saying she had had the most relaxing afternoon ever. She bent down to me, gave me a short kiss on my mouth, telling I looked sexy, and then was off to bed leaving me alone, with a warm, happy feeling.  A few moments later I went upstairs too but before going to bed placed myself in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and admired myself for a long time, finishing with satisfying myself watching myself in the mirror. Putting on a diaper I went happily to bed.


The next morning I woke up because of the noise in the bathroom and realized that Isabel and little Lucy were up already. I was immediately aware of the comfortable thickness between my legs and automatically put my hand down. Feeling the slight heaviness I remembered I had somewhat wet my diapers before going to sleep. As always when I wake up I felt the pressure in my bladder and didn’t hesitate for a second. Having the warm wetness spreading felt great as always. I then turned around with the intention of dozing off some more.

A few minutes later however Isabel irrupted in my room, with Lucy following her by the hand:”Time to get up!” I looked up annoyed and wanted to protest, but Isabel had already pulled down my cover:” Today it’s my turn to take care of you. Yesterday you were very good to me, now I will pay you back.”  Understanding what she was saying I became very excited and jumped out of bed. She immediately noticed my soaked diapers, and turned to her little daughter: “Look Lucy, Mickey has done a big peepee too. Mommy should go wash him too before we go down, don’t you think? “The little girl didn’t seem to be surprised and nodded gravely.


Somewhat awkwardly I followed them to the bathroom where Isabel without any hesitation began unfastening my diapers, and helped me to pull my t-shirt over my head.  Feeling my penis erect again I felt very naked standing like that in front of my wife’s best friend, but she didn’t seem to notice anything special, and simply told me to get into the bath. My member had grown very big. Although I was proud of its size I felt embarrassed and held my hands in front of it. Isabel smiled:” I can’t wash you like that Michael. Could you put your hands on your head, please?” I turned red but did as asked. She proceeded to wash me from top to toes, including my member, while I was standing in the bath holding my hands on my head. I had never felt more naked. Next she had me sit down so that she could shampoo my hair with baby shampoo making sure that I was covered with foam. When she was done she gave me some bath toys and, taking my hand brought it to my still erect penis: “Now you can play with your wheezie” She looked in my surprised eyes and added that otherwise she was not going to be able to diaper me. Understanding she was telling me to masturbate I blushed even more. She smiled and, telling me she would be back in a minute, took Lucy by the hand and left me alone.

I couldn’t believe this was happening but, although very self conscious and ashamed, I took my member in my hand and began rubbing it. The water splashed all over the place and a few moments later I spouted a big jet. Sinking deeper in the water to keep warm I waited patiently for Isabel to come back. By the time she returned my penis had shrunk to a mere 3 cm. She immediately noticed it:”Ah Michael, I see you have followed my advice and had a good time? Ready to be diapered then!” Again I blushed but obediently climbed out of the bath and had me dried by her. When I followed her back to my room I realized that Laura had given her the key to the special wardrobe with my baby stuff.  She had taken out a disposable diaper and one of my baby print plastic pants and had put a plastic cover on the bed. She ordered me to lie down on it, slipped a diaper under my bottom and then copiously applied baby powder.  Laura had never done that and I loved it. I loved the smell and the soft texture when Isabel spread the powder gently on my private parts.

When I was safely diapered, Isabel went to the wardrobe and took out a pair of pale blue tights. I love to wear tights and gladly had her help me into them. Next she pulled a girlie T-shirt over my head and told me I was all set. I was a little bit disappointed she hadn’t taken out a pretty dress but was certainly not complaining. When Isabel told me to go down I put on my glasses but she immediately took them off: “You won’t need those today.” I wondered if she had thought of it herself or if Laura had given her specific instructions.

We went to the kitchen were she put a bib on both of us. This amused Lucy and she laughed out loud. But Isabel told her there was nothing to laugh as babies always wear bibs. The girl looked puzzled but stopped laughing. Isabel served both of us a plate of oat-food which Lucy began clumsily eating with a spoon. I did the same while Isabel prepared two baby-bottles with milk. Lucy soon gave up eating with a spoon and continued with her hands, covering her face, her bib and the table. I again copied her. At that moment Isabel realized the mess we were making and intervened. She took away my plate, handed me a bottle and telling me she would help me with the oatmeal when Lucy would have emptied her plate, began spoon-feeding her daughter.

I happily sucked on my bottle waiting excitedly to be spoon-fed by Isabel When both of us has finished our plate and bottle she washed our hands and faces and told us to sit on the floor to play while she cleaned up the kitchen. She gave us a couple of Bratz dolls, and some Play Mobil to keep us quiet. I was happy that Lucy wanted to play with the Play Mobil as I love to dress and undress Bratz dolls.

Both of us were still absorbed with our toys when Isabel announced we were going for a walk as she wanted to get some fresh air. I thought she was teasing me and gave her a big smile, but when a minute later she came back holding coats for both of us I jumped to my feet telling her she couldn’t be serious. But handing me the old ski anorak I use to go walking in the woods she told me in a stern voice to be quiet. If I liked to be treated as a baby, I had to be obedient. When my mommy wasn’t there she was the boss.

Her angry voice saying she was the boss turned me on. Smiling shyly I took the red anorak and told her I would be ready in a second. I wanted to run upstairs to pull on a pair of pants, but she stopped me asking where I was going. When I told her she shook her head: “No no, no jeans for our little babies. Just pull on the anorak and you will be fine.” I looked again in disbelief, but at the same time the idée of going out wearing diapers covered only by pale blue tights and a red anorak suddenly excited me.

As I pulled on the anorak she helped dress Lucy and put her in the carriage. She pushed the carriage and made me walk besides, holding onto it. I was in deep fear of running into a neighbor but at the same time I wanted to be discovered… When at the end of the street we tuned towards the little wood that lies next to our neighborhood I was relieved and disappointed simultaneously. It was an early spring day and except for some joggers there was very little chance we would meet someone there.

After a while Lucy wanted to walk and Isabel helped her out of the carriage. It didn’t take long for the girl to get tired and to sit down in the dirt to play with some twigs and rocks. I hesitated for a second and then sat down next to her and did the same. We began building little towers with what we found. Then Lucy began putting dirt in her mouth. She seemed to like the taste of it and continued. I looked at her amused as her mouth got very dirty. When the little girl noticed me looking at her she came over and with a big smile brought a handful of dirt to my mouth. I again hesitated but then opened my mouth and let her put the dirt in it. As she ate more of it herself I did the same realizing my face was getting as black as hers. All the while Isabel had been looking on in disbelief and then, laughing very hard, told us to look at each other faces. We all laughed very hard.

Back home Isabel made us undress in the kitchen and washed our hands and faces before she told us to play some more, wearing nothing but our diapers and a shirt, while she prepared dinner. Dinner consisted of a vegetable and meat puree, which I hated. But I emptied my plate obediently and then had some yoghurt as desert. After dinner Isabel took us upstairs, changed our diapers and told us it was time for a nap.

I didn’t really fall asleep but waited patiently for Isabel to come back and tell me I could get out of bed. When an hour later Isabel came into the room and checked my diaper – which was dry- I realized I had to poop. I was ashamed but saw no other possibility but to ask her to go to the bathroom. She looked at me with an amused smile: “Little babies don’t use the bathroom. That’s why they wear diapers.”

I looked back at her anxiously: “No? You can’t mean that!” But she did. I could not imagine filling up my diapers so decided to hold out. I watched as she dressed Lucy in a nice little dress, hoping she would choose me a dress too, however didn’t dare to ask.  When Isabel was ready with her daughter she explained to me she was going to dress me after she would have changed me, but that she wasn’t going do that before I had used my diaper. The urge was increasing rapidly and causing me cramps. But I was not prepared to shit in my diapers. I looked unhappily at Isabel but she laughed in my face.

She went over to the wardrobe and came back holding my favorite dress: a pale blue velvet dress, with a small white collar and short balloon sleeves, with ribbons that were knotted in the back. “Come on Michael, we don’t have all day! Just do now what you have to do, and then we can dress you and we can all go downstairs.” 

Understanding she wasn’t going to relent I began pushing and almost immediately felt a soft pack spreading in my diapers. It was the first time I had pooped in my diapers – since I was a real little baby that is – and I was surprised to notice I liked the feeling.

Isabel encouraged me while she spread the plastic cover on the bed again, and then went to the bathroom to fetch more things. When she came back she looked at me and noticing I had relaxed asked if I was ready. Looking down I nodded yes. She led me too the bed and made me lie on my back. She opened the diaper and, as if this was completely normal, she began sweeping me clean with moist tissue. I liked the feeling of the cold moist tissue and shyly looked up at her. She smiled: “Little Mickey likes this, doesn’t he?” 

I suddenly realized the difference with Laura. When Laura and I played baby games she made me do babyish things only to affirm her position by humiliating me. Isabel however treated me as if I was really a baby. Realizing this made me feel very little and gave me a good feeling in my belly.  Without thinking I swung my arms around her and hugged her. She laughed but told me to be still as she was not ready yet.

She gave me a very nice smile: “You know Michael, I think Laura is so lucky. Soon my little Lucy will go to school, and then she will be a teenager, and soon afterwards she will want to fly on her own wings, but Laura will always have her little baby, needing her. I think that’s so nice, it almost makes me cry.” I did see some moisture forming in her eyes and, putting my arms around her neck again, gave her a soft kiss on each eye.

When I was clean and diapered again she helped me dress in white tights and the blue velvet dress. Feeling good I took one of my baby dolls and we all went down where she installed her two baby girls in front of the television on the kitchen floor to watch some toddler program while she prepared a fruit mash. The two of us were soon completely absorbed in it.

As Isabel was mixing the fruit nobody heard the car stop and the doors slamming but suddenly Carol stood in the kitchen. Later I would learn that in the hotel they had met the family of a school-friend of Carol, who were there also for the Springsteen concert. Carol had preferred to come home with them in stead of spending the day with her brother, mother and Tom, who she had never liked very much.

When I saw her enter the kitchen I froze. It was as if everything began moving in slow motion. I looked straight into the eyes of my 14 year old daughter, conscious that I was sucking on a pacifier, sitting on the floor with my legs open, wearing a very short light blue dress over white tights with underneath a thick diaper, holding a doll in my arms. Her eyes went wide open, she gasped, and then cried out:”What the hell?” I spat out the pacifier and wanted to get up, but Isabel had turned around and putting her hands on both my shoulders pressed me down. Taken by surprise as much as I Isabel instinctively reacted in the right way. She gave a broad smile to Carol: “Hi sweety! Want to join us? We do some role playing. Don’t you think your daddy looks just so cute as a little baby girl?”

At that moment everything seemed to fall in place again. Carol came up to me and began laughing very hard: “Wow, this is something! Can’t believe what I see!” I relaxed and gave her a shy smile. Isabel continued recovering the initiative after her initial surprise: “Want to join us? You can help me feed those little babies, or maybe you prefer to play baby yourself?” Carol continuing to laugh very hard answered that no, she didn’t want to be a baby but would love to help with the feeding.

Isabel handed her a bib indicating she had to put it around my neck. A few minutes later I was happily being spoon-fed by my daughter. She seemed to like it. I loved it!

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A dream come true 7

My boss looked at me, and then smiled. “Your wife called me.”  I didn’t immediately grasp the meaning, but then blushed even harder. “I know you are punished and that you are wearing diapers.” I thought I was going to die right there, completely unable to have any reaction at all. So she continued. “Laura thinks your diapers must be very heavy by now, and that you probably risk a leak. She gave me the combination of the lock that prevents you from taking off the diapers yourself. She has put a spare diaper in a side pocket of your briefcase, so if you go and fetch it I can help you.”

You will find the preceding chapters of this story in “categories” under “True”, with the different chapters in reversed order. To find the first chapter you just have to scroll down to the bottom.

Chapter 7

 At about the same time Laura began teaching me to cook. First in the week-ends, but then also on weekdays. Except for some soft boiled eggs or omelets I had never cooked before but she patiently showed me how to clean vegetables and fix a salad, slowly moving up to making soup, preparing lamb shops, and even preparing a piece of cod “au court bouillon”. I discovered I enjoyed cooking.

Before long I was cooking on my own. I would come home from the office, change into easy clothes, and she would tell me what she had brought from the supermarket for me to prepare.

And of course having to cook was a good reason for having to wear an apron. She told me that wearing an apron was a discreet way to publicly acknowledge my new position in the household and she insisted I wore an apron whenever I was doing household chores, which was most of the time. The kids, and their friends, didn’t seem to notice it anymore after a short time.

And then came the big “coming out of the closet” day.

Laura had invited a number of female friends to a scrabble contest, and she asked me to stay home from the office to help her with serving her friends, so that she could participate with the game in stead of having to run around all the time. I couldn’t believe what she was asking. My job had always been above everything, the absolute undisputed priority, and now she asked me to actually take a day off for helping her out with a scrabble contest with women who didn’t have anything more meaningful to do?

I wanted to protest but she had expected that and cut me short. “This is not open for discussion honey. You will take Thursday afternoon off to serve my friends and me while we play. OK?” Still shocked that she had dared to ask this I shrugged but I had no choice. She was the boss.

Thursday I was quiet nervous without knowing why, as nothing special was expected from me. I was dressed in jeans and was not wearing diapers. When the first guest arrived Laura asked me to answer the door. It was Jennifer the wife of a colleague who was surprised to see me: ‘Hi Michael! How come you are home?” I hadn’t expected her to be here. “Euh, well, you know,  I still had quiet some days I could take free and thought it would be nice to help Laura out” She looked even more surprised: “God Michael, that is so sweet. Wish that Steve would do that some times”.

The second guest was Isabelle, who was not surprised to find me home. She had obviously been informed beforehand. Maybe it had been her idea? As the guests dripped in one by one – 10 all together – , and I served them a welcome glass, I was the buzz of the day. The fact that I had stayed home to help Laura was considered to be something really big.

But soon they all got themselves seated behind their boards and started playing. While they were playing I served coffee and cakes and home made pie. As the pies had been made by Laura she got a lot of compliments and my – sensational – presence was soon forgotten. I was very  busy having all of them contented, running to the kitchen to fetch a towel when a cup of coffee was turned over, showing where the bathroom was, turning up the heat, opening a window, all the while preparing some hot and cold snacks to accompany the drink to be served at the end of the afternoon.

As I was preparing the snacks I had put on an apron and I soon forgot to take it off running back and forth wearing it. At first the ladies where too absorbed by their game to notice, but suddenly Isabel stopped me and said the apron suited me. Nothing more, but the friends at her board had heard it and they all began making comments mocking me and complimenting Laura for having such a perfect husband. I felt embarrassed and wanted to run away to the kitchen to take off the apron, but Jennifer came to my defense saying that I was incredible courageous, and that she didn’t see what was so funny.  This encouraged Laura to come to my defense too, telling them that indeed she was so lucky to have me as her attentive husband and not some stupid macho. She explained them in some detail that I actually did most of the household chores. When I added that I liked to show her my love in this way they were stunned. They all agreed this was incredible and the remaining part of the afternoon they all were extremely nice to me.

But the next day at the office Steve, Jennifer’s husband, came over and asked if I had had a nice day off. I answered in some vague way, but soon I was confronted with more inquiring colleagues. If it was true that I had stayed home to help my wife with a woman’s party?, and that I wore an apron? , … I realized that it made no sense to deny it and immediately admitting to it stopped the inquiries and the teasing, so I figured I had escaped it well. But soon I realized that my position in the team had changed. Regularly someone would make some stupid remark that I should serve the coffee as I was used to do that at home, or when there was a discussion, insult me by saying that they weren’t surprised that I took such a wimpish position. It was especially hard when we went out for a drink after hours. I soon began avoiding those occasions prompting more mocking remarks about the wife wanting me to come home to do the dishes

After a couple of months I began hating to go to the office. That’s when Laura suggested I would ask for a transfer to another job. My boss agreed immediately – I probably had become a liability to the team. I was offered a job as assistant manager at the client support team, in charge of the follow up of some large accounts. Not exactly a promotion but it implied I would not have to travel any more, which suited me as I had become quiet wary of traveling so much. I was offered the same basic salary but I lost the  bonus I had enjoyed as account executive.

Despite the loss of money Laura too was very happy with the change. Since she had become used at me doing the cooking and the cleaning up every night, she hated it even more than before when I went on business trips.

The fact that I would work in an exclusively female team with a female boss did apprehend me somewhat. My former colleagues always called the client support department the hen’s house. When, in reaction to a mocking remark wishing me luck in my new environment, I suggested that there would be finally a rooster making some order in the hen’s house, I got a good supportive laugh. But my first day in my new job I realized this stupid macho remark had gotten out. My new colleagues had very thoughtfully placed a box of chocolates as welcome present on my new desk. But it was accompanied by a welcome card featuring the drawing of a skirt-wearing  rooster surrounded by chickens forming a double welcome line inside a cozy hen’s house. Two chickens were closing the door through which one could see a number of fighting roosters in the pouring rain trying to get to the door. The caption read “Capon Michael is welcomed to the hen‘s house”. Clearly one of my new colleagues was a gifted artist.

Of course I immediately understood the gist of the meaning but it was only at end of the day when I looked up the meaning of “capon’” that I fully understood what my new colleagues were telling me. I could have felt very insulted but realizing I had caused it myself, decided not to take offense. The next day I went to the office with a bouquet of flowers and offered each of my colleagues a flower.  

I soon appreciated the less competitive and less chaotic atmosphere in my new job. I was astonished how easily I fitted in. The fact that I would join in their conversations about cooking, and how to combine job with household responsibilities helped of course.  I worked as hard as before but with a lot less stress, thanks to a very supportive team and team leader, who took care of her “family” as a real mother hen.

At home too I was happier than ever before. Laura would sometimes reward me for my good behavior as promised by dressing me as a little baby and then join me wearing childish clothes herself. I was of course very happy having reached both my objectives. Not only was I regularly diapered and treated as a baby, I now enjoyed occasionally the sight of a beautiful diapered woman, something I find extremely sexy (what can’t be said about diapered men)..

Laura being small and slender, fits into dresses for 12 year olds, and she bought some really childish models. I liked very much a red jumper dress –one of those consisting of a skirt with an apron-like frontpiece and braces that cross in the back. But my absolute favourite was a very short yellow flower-printed dress with a smocked body and short balloon sleeves, and a small round collar, closing with a zip in the back and ribbons knotted with a bow in the waist. I loved going out with her when she dressed like that – while I was wearing diapers. –  and having  people gasp amazed and amused at this  pretty adult woman dressed in such childish attire But going shopping for such outfits, having her trying them out in the fitting room in front of a flabbergasted salesperson, was even better.

But if there were rewards there were also punishments.

After she had me shave every single body-hair I stopped my regular Sunday tennis game with friends, pretending to have a sore shoulder. But after a while, encouraged by Laura, I resumed. The first time I had to endure quiet some mockery, especially as my friends knew about some of the changes in our household, and they saw this – rightly – as one more step in my feminization process. But after a few weeks they got used to it, and the mocking stopped.

Usually we played on Sunday mornings and had a single drink after the game before we joined our respective families for the rest of the day. But one day, for some reason I don’t really remember, the one drink was followed by the next, and it was late afternoon before I got home. Laura was mad as hell.

She ordered me to go upstairs and undress. After a few minutes she entered the room and told me I was going to be diapered until she was satisfied I remembered my place. If this was punishment I should be naughty a lot more often, so I could hardly suppress a smile. She diapered me with a thick diaper and some extra padding, had me put on plastic pants, and a bodice that didn’t open between the legs, but closed with a short zip in the back. As the kids were expected to come home she told me to dress in some baggy pants.

Preparing dinner and doing the dishes with the gradually increasing heaviness between my legs was great. When we went to bed she told me to get rid of the wet diapers and to wash up before she diapered me again.

The next morning she checked my diapers and finding them dry told me to dress for work. But she first put a small lock on the zip of the bodice. I understood that I was going to keep the same diapers all day at the office, which excited me.

I had worn diapers at the office before, and it always gave me a good feeling. But this time, not having peed since the night before the pressure build up very fast. As I knew I would have to keep the same diapers all day, I was afraid of leaks, and didn’t wet at first. But by midday I knew my diapers were getting very wet, and my worries about leaks began making me feel very uncomfortably. Just as I was wondering if I should go to the bathrooms and take of the diapers by tearing off the bodice – knowing this would enrage Laura – my phone rang and Jenny – my boss – asked if I could come into her office. Standing in front of her desk while she talked about some problem with a new customer I became very conscious I had badly to empty my bladder some more but didn’t dare too. I was jumping from one foot to the other, until suddenly Jenny asked if I was alright.

Blushing I assured her I was fine. My boss looked at me, and then smiled. “Laura called me.”  I didn’t immediately grasp the meaning, but then blushed even harder. “I know you are punished and that you are wearing diapers.” I thought I was going to die right there, completely unable to have any reaction at all. So she continued. “Your wife thinks your diapers must be very heavy by now, and that you probably risk a leak. She gave me the combination of the lock that prevents you from taking off the diapers yourself. She has put a spare diaper in a side pocket of your briefcase, so if you go and fetch it I can help you.”

I looked at her in total disbelief. My boss was suggesting that she would give me a diaper change? This couldn’t be true, I could never do that. Automatically I .began backing out saying I was fine. When I got to the door and was ready to bolt out, she smiled again: “No problem, if you change your mind I’ll be here.”

Back at my desk I couldn’t concentrate anymore. First because of what had just happened – My wife had told my boss she had punished me to wear diapers and proposed to my boss she would give me a diaper change! No this really was going too far – and secondly because of the pressure in my bladder. One or two hours later I couldn’t resist anymore and had to let go. My already very wet diaper was flooded and almost immediately I felt a wetness running down my leg. I realised I was having a major leak. I first panicked but then, slowly realised what I had to do. I looked in my briefcase and found indeed a dry diaper. Without anybody noticing it I slipped it into a file and then hurried to Jenny’s office.

When I entered she gave me a broad smile: “Changed your mind?” Blushing hard I just nodded and handed her the spare diaper.  She told me to undress. I hesitated: “But what if anybody enters your office?” “I guess that’s a risk we have to take”

I took of my pants and noticed two large wet spots on my bottom. Jenny noticed them too: “You waited too long I see” I blushed some more. When I had taken off the turtle-neck sweater I was wearing and was standing in front of her just in my onesie she came up to me, took off the lock, opened the zip, and helped me out of the bodice which was wet around the legs..

She told me to take off the onesie and the plastic pants. The diaper was really soaked and hung deep between my legs. She looked at it surprised: “God, you really peed a lot. You should have come a lot earlier;” I did as if I didn’t hear her comment and unfastening the heavy diaper, made it drop to the floor. I felt very awkward standing naked in front of my boss. She gave me a long look and then smiled some more: “What a cute clean shaven baby! Laura really takes good care of you, doesn’t she?”

She handed me the dry diaper to put it on. I hesitated, suddenly suggesting I could pass the remaining part of the day without diapers. But Jenny answered that Laura had told her the punishment was not over and she had promised she would make sure I remained diapered. I didn’t insist, putting the diaper on, the plastic pants, and the onesie, on which Jenny put the lock back on.

When I was all dressed again I was in a hurry to leave Jenny’s office and to get back to my desk and to be left alone. I turned to the door but Jenny stopped me. “Michael, next time don’t wait until it’s too late.” I blushed again. I wanted to tell her there was not going to be a next time but she interrupted me. “Listen, I think you really are a great asset for the team, and you have integrated real well. But you still have to learn to trust me more. I’m here to help you, always. Ok?”  Surprised by the way the topic had changed I nodded.

Jenny bent over, took the wet diaper which was still lying on the floor, rolled it into a ball, and then looked back at me, as I was silently watching her, still embarrassed by what had happened. “Don’t worry; I’ll take care of this. You know, I’m your boss, which means I’m always there to clean up behind your back when you mess up. You understand that no?”  I nodded again, while she came up to me, opened the door, and giving me a discreet pad on my diapered bottom, told me to get back to work.

Walking to my desk I had the feeling that all my colleagues where looking at me. I hoped nobody noticed the wet spots on my pants

That evening when I came home I found a number of youngsters there as both my children were home with friends. I always love it when my children’s friends come over, and like to chat with them, but I was conscious that my diaper was getting quiet wet again and I was at risk for another leak.  I succeeded to get Laura’s attention who indicated that she would follow. I left the room and Laura did indeed catch up with me immediately. She put her hand on my bottom, lifted slightly the diaper, and smiled: “Had a “heavy” day at the office I heard?” I smiled too and gave her a kiss. She reached underneath the collar of my turtle-neck and took off the lock. “Ok, go change. And hurry I’ll need some help”.

I hurried upstairs took off my clothes and the wet diaper, and washed up. And then another surprise was waiting for me. When I opened the drawer where I keep my underwear I discovered that all my briefs and boxer shorts had been replaced with frilly girlie panties. I was as thunderstruck, staring at the drawer without moving, when Laura entered the room.

“Ah, I see that you found your new underwear?”

“Come on Laura, you can’t be serious!”

“Listen darling, I have been thinking about what happened yesterday and I think we should have a talk”

She then asked me if I still thought the “female-led household” was a good idea. When I sincerely answered I did she proceeded to tell me that she thought it had been the best thing which had ever happened for both of us. She felt that since I didn’t have to be “the man” in the house anymore I was so much more relaxed, and that serving and obeying her was something which clearly made me feel good.

When I agreed.again she took a pained face to ask me what had then come into me the day before. How could I have been so thoughtless not coming home as expected, but even worse, not even warning I was being late. She figured that although I was not afraid to have my female better side take over most of the time, when I was on my own I was still easily the victim of my stupid irresponsible male side. That’s why from now on I would wear female underwear all the time, to help me focus.

She looked at me with an amused smile. “And then don’t tell me you don’t want to!. You love female clothes, so admit that the idea of wearing panties is appealing, isn’t it?” I blushed and admitted that indeed it did, but then, plaintively I said this meant that I could never go play tennis with my friends anymore. Again she gave me a pained look ” Well, to be honest I think that would indeed be better”. But seeing my sad face she relented: “OK, I kept some of your boxer shorts. If you are really good, I will let you wear them on Sundays, ok?”

I said she was the best wife in the world, kissed her, and then proceeded to choose a nice frilly yellow pair of panties with lace rims. When I had put them on Laura gave me an appreciative look: “Sweet, you look really sweet, don’t you think”. The only response I gave was some giggling. Laura, looking startled at her watch, said she had to hurry as she had promised the girls to drive them to a party. With the door in hand she turned around: “Oh darling, could you iron a couple of shirts for Anthony? He is staying for a couple of days with the Armstrong’s and he said he had nothing to wear.”

Off she was. I looked at myself in the mirror touching the soft feeling frilly panties for a second, before pulling on my pants over them and then hurrying down too.

I put on an apron, prepared some snacks for Anthony and his friends – who were watching a game –  who received them enthusiastically, thanking me loudly. I took out the ironing table and put it up behind the couch where the boys where sitting. As I began ironing a peaceful feeling came over me. I felt happy, protected, and appreciated. And as I thought about the pretty panties I was wearing that feeling intensified

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A dream come true 6

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Chapter 6

 The next day started as any other Saturday.  After breakfast I mowed the lawn which took me a couple of hours and then went showering. When I got out of the shower Laura was waiting for me. She had me lie down on the bed and diapered me with some extra heavy padding. She then completed my outfit with a short sleeved baby print romper, closing with snaps between my legs. It was the first time I wore this kind of AB outfit. I never felt more babyish.

She told me to go downstairs with her and, directing me to the family computer, she told me to take a long look at the sites she had sent me, and that afterwards we would talk about it.

I took my time and began realizing that what those sides were propagating was quiet drastic. The idea was that men were less competent than women, less disciplined and less reliable, and that for that reason women should be put in charge of family affairs. Both financially as organizational.  To form a happier family, men where to obey their wives all the time in all matters, and the wives promised not to abuse of their new power and to consult their husbands on all important matters. Of course the age-old imbalance in household chores would be redressed in the process, with the men doing most of the household.

Even more intriguing was the central idea of “orgasm denial”: the wives decided when the men would be allowed to have an orgasm, and the promise of being allowed to have an orgasm was the compensation the men would get for their obedience. Put like this it sounds as a complete mad proposition that no man would accept. But the websites where very well made and presented this whole approach as a very winning proposition for most men, who craved to be dominated by their wives. And …  I agreed.

I hurried to join Laura who was sitting on the terrace in an armchair enjoying from a drink in the sun. When I told her I was ready to give it a try she looked at me, amused but not really surprised: “Try? This is not an on-and-off kind of thing, darling. Either we do it, or we don’t, and that’s it.”

I was surprised with that reaction but without much hesitation I told her I was still ready to go for it.  I had wet my diapers already and standing in front of her like that made me feel very small and happy. Making her officially the boss seemed the logic thing to do. But again she stopped me: “Not too fast baby. Let me first point out some of the rules I will impose before you accept.

But before starting to explain the basic rules she had made up she asked me to fetch her a new drink. I fancied a drink too and hurried away to prepare drinks for both of us. When I got to the door she called out saying that I should not prepare a drink for myself, as “little babies don’t drink alcohol”. Her remark of course did annoy me and turning around I wanted to protest but she interrupted me: “Obedience without comments, I suppose you have read about that, no?” I nodded and without further comment prepared her drink. While I was still at it she joined me in the kitchen and filled a baby cup – one of those with a beak – with some juice. I gave her a cross look but at the same time having her treat me as a baby excited me as always.

When we got back on the terrace she sat in the armchair and had me sit on the floor in front of her. And then finally she started pointing out what she had in mind.

The first thing was that she was going to take complete control over the household finances and of my spending. I would have to hand in my cash card and she would give me cash on a daily basis. I could keep my credit cards, but as she would be doing all the payments, she would receive the invoices from the card companies. Although I knew of course that control over the finances was a part of the “female led household” idea, having her point out how she was going to know and control every cent I spend, still came as a shock. She saw the surprise on my face and posed. “Is this not what you expected baby?” Getting cold feet?”

I hesitated. Looking at the floor, thinking very hard, I took a sip of my cup. “You can still pull out. If you don’t like what I’m explaining just tell me and we forget the whole thing”. But I had already decided that I wanted to have her control me in the way she had described. Looking up, I gave her a shy smile and told her it was alright, that I wanted her to be in charge. Again she gave me an amused smile, and then asked me if in that case I was ready for rule number two.

Rule number two came as a complete surprise: She wanted to control my computer use. She would change the access code of my PC, and I was going to be allowed to use it only when she was at home, and with the screen turned towards the room “Just as with an adolescent, preventing you to surf to places where little kids shouldn’t go”.  Seeing my distress she added that I shouldn’t be afraid, that she wouldn’t mind me visiting AB and diaper sites, and I would be allowed to chat with my little AB friends.  Only I could not do it secretly behind her back.

Again I had to think very hard. I observed to Laura that with the screen visibly I would not be able to surf to AB sites when the children where at home. She laughed very hard, and then said that that would be up to me. Again I gave a wane smile, but shrugging my shoulders I said that rule number two was ok with me.

Rule three was about the decision taking process. Laura told me that just as up to then we would make decisions jointly, on a consensual basis. The difference would be that on those rare occasions where we couldn’t agree she would cut he knot. I didn’t hesitate a second over this one, as I was convinced that we always agreed on important matters, and that her having the final say wouldn’t change a thing. How wrong was I! The fact that we had formally recognised that one of us would have he last word, soon changed the nature of our discussions. Laura would ask my opinion, but when in disagreement soon stopped trying to convince me. She would simply acknowledge my “interesting opinion”, and state that she was not convinced and we would do as she had planned.

Rule number 4 concerned household chores. Laura immediately acknowledged that as she had only a part time job it was logic that she would continue to do most of the household. She only asked me to help her to protect her bad back, by cleaning the bathrooms and doing the heavy shopping. This time I tried to protest telling her that on top of mowing the lawn that was going to be a heavy program on Saturdays. Without smiling she answered that in summer I would indeed be somewhat busy. And then smiling ironically she added that on the other hand she would be doing the payments, which I pretended was taking me two half days a month. This time I turned red, realizing that she had always known that when I stayed behind my computer to take care of the “finances” twice a month, I actually was surfing to my secret places on the net. “So we agree that this is a fair switch?” Feeling caught like a little boy I nodded again.

Except for those specific tasks she expected me to be “generally kind and servable”; spontaneously offering to do chores in her place whenever there was an opportunity. There was not much I could object to that. I could hardly tell her I didn’t want to be kind.


Rule number 5 concerned the “orgasm denial”: I was never ever to have an orgasm without having asked her permission first. As this was one of the central ideas on the websites I had looked at, I wasn’t surprised and I nodded in agreement. She gave me a long look and then asked if I thought I was going to able to do it. I hadn’t expected that question and, having the complete wrong reaction, I asked her how she was going to control it. She again looked at me, and then said she was going to trust me on that one, but that if ever she started suspecting me on not respecting that rule she would have to take other measures, such as having me wear a chastity device. This excited me. Trying to hide my excitement, I nodded again in agreement.

But she noticed my excitement and gave me a strange look. “This excites you I know, but it will not always do, and there will be moments you want to get out of it. Be aware I will be very firm, and will have a system of sticks and carrots in place to keep you line”. I asked her to explain what she had in mind.

 “Stick number one of course is not being allowed to have an orgasm. You will serve me, but when I’m satisfied you will have to calm down without reward.”

I nodded to indicate I had understood the concept. Then she went on telling me that as punishment number two she would keep me in diapers 24/7 whenever I had not been respecting the rules. This didn’t seem like punishment to me, and again she noticed my excitement. ‘Don’t think it will be fun having to go to the office wearing diapers” I shrugged my shoulders.

As for the carrots they were heaven. Carrot number one of course was that when I had been a good boy I would be allowed to have an orgasm. “Either making love with me, helping yourself in your diapers, or me helping you.”

The thought of having her helping me masturbate in my wet diapers got me extremely excited. This time I didn’t try to hide it. She gave me a warm smile:”My baby likes that, doesn’t he?”

Carrot number two came as a small disappointment. It was simply that I would be dressed and treated as a little baby. The fact that I would have “to earn” the right to be treated that way came first as a small shock, but then I realised that it had always been something she “granted”  on a discretionary basis, whenever she felt like it.  

And carrot number three was as a wonderful surprise. “When you will have been a really good, obedient, helping, sweet husband, I will dress as your big little sister, and we will play together.” At that moment I jumped on my feet and gave Laura a long warm hug. 

She obviously didn’t have to ask any more if I was ready to go, but she still was not finished. She pointed out that the set of rules was bound to evolve over time, but that as she was the head of the household I would have to obey her in all circumstances, whatever the new rules were. This time she didn’t wait for my reaction, she knew I had accepted.

The two weeks that followed we put in place our new arrangement which was a lot easier that I had expected. The kids made some surprised remarks about me volunteering to do households chores (I ended up doing the cleaning up almost every night) and of the new disposition of the computer, but, as adolescents do, they didn’t really pay attention.

We made love frequently, but in those two weeks I only was allowed to have an orgasm once. Penetrating my wife without coming was quiet hard, but surprisingly rewarding. I suddenly had become a more ardent lover I had ever been.

In those initial weeks I loved every aspect of the arrangement. Even the household chores were not a burden. And having to give Laura every night the receipts of my expenditures of the day, and receiving the money for the next day, was a wonderful humiliating daily experience.

The second Saturday after this new beginning my other secret was suddenly revealed. I had mowed the lawn, had cleaned the bathrooms and had gone shopping for water, beer, and other heavy stuff. When I came home Laura summoned me to join her. She was holding the credit card invoices of some previous months.

She never told me what prompted her to check out those older invoices but she now wanted to know the nature of some transactions. I immediately realized it were girls’ clothes I had bought for myself. For some reason I thought this a lot more embarrassing than wearing diapers and baby clothes, and I answered her I didn’t remember. But she told me in an angry voice not to lie. I then stammered the truth, and she wanted of course to see what I had bought. She accompanied me to my secret hiding place in the cellar.

When she discovered my treasure of skirts and dresses, of pink shirts and panties, of bows and socks, she first looked in disbelief but then roared with laughter.  She carried everything upstairs and had me do a fashion show modelling my collection. After some initial merriment, but also compliments, she stopped me, pointing out that my hairy legs didn’t do my outfits much credit. A few minutes later I found myself completely naked clipping and shaving off all my body hair. It was something I had longed to do for a long time. Having finally the opportunity made me feel good, although at the same time I was worrying about how to go swimming in the presence of the kids, or go to the shower in the tennis club with my friends around. Laura had shrugged off those questions saying that it had become fashionable for men to be completely hairless. And then looking at me in a mocking way she added: “But anyway, I don’t think we can still consider you to be a man, can we?” I didn’t feel insulted. On the contrary.

This happened about a week before little Lucy came over for a couple of hours and Isabel discovered me wearing wet diapers.

It was only the day afterwards, when I had accepted Isabel’s apologies, that I suddenly realized that Laura surely had told her about my girlie outfits too. Again I was more embarrassed by that than by me wearing diapers. When I asked Laura she confirmed – very matter of factly – that of course Isabel knew that I liked to be dressed as a little girl, and also about out special household arrangements. That at first she hadn’t believed it until she had found me in diapers with a bib and face covered under blueberry jam. It seemed she was fascinated by the whole thing.

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