"It's been one hell of a month!" Janet complained to the Blonde. "I've put up with Little One's whims and wishes till I've had almostenough. I hate that male bastard!! Are we ready to put phase two intooperation yet!"
"Yes, dear, we are. In fact we will today. I've had my operative inaccounting, Roger, doctor his expense records so it appears he has embezzled over $40,000 during the past year. You may turn the tables onhim today, if you wish."
"With pleasure!" Janet smirked "I've had him pawing me, makingsexual overtures."
"But dear, that's exactly what I wanted. I want you to resent thisman. I want you to ENJOY dominating him! It stimulates your creativity.One must know submission to be a truely great dominant."
"I don't know about that. You're not the one hoisting your skirts forthat idiot!" Janet fumed.
"True. But it is over now. You begin taking control today. - LATER............
"Janet, get your bla...., get your butt in here right now!" youscreamed over the intercom.
"Yes, 'sir'," she responded, quickly entering your executive officewith her note pad in hand. She was wearing a dark blue, tailored suittoday, with sheer nylons and white high heel pumps. She still looked primand proper, even after a month with you! "Lock the door, Janet. You know the drill by now!"
She locked the door, and then took a seat in front of your polishedexecutive desk, her lovely legs primly crossed at the ankle. "Yes, sir. What exactly is it that you need?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
"It's not what I NEED, Janet, its what I WANT. I WANT you, you littleblack bitch! Now I'd like you to take off that skirt so as I can see whatyou've got on today."
"No. Not today, Little One." she smiled.
"Little One??" what are you talking about, get your skirt off!"
"No. You see, I'm too busy thinking about how you'll enjoy your stayin prison....that is, after they take you away from here in handcuffs."
Janet proceeded to explain how she engineered what appeared to be acase of massive fraud against you. You examined the documents and knew youwouldn't stand a chance of getting out of this one. She had been toocareful.
"You'll never get away with this!" you begin to protest, but it doesno good.
"Too bad Little One. Now, be a good "BABYKINS" and let MOMMIE JANETenjoy the moment.
Suddenly, you experience an uncontrollable urge..."no, this isstupid.." to..."Oh my God!" You were unable to stop. You had absolutelyno control! You were helplessly wetting your expensive Brooks Bros.trousers!!
"Oh My! I...oh...please, don't just stand there!!! Do something!" youscream, shocked and embarrassed by your actions! "janet! I...er...I don'tknow what happened!! Please help me!" you begged.
"What should I do, Little One? Change and diaper you? You littlesissy. My big, tough cocksman, standing there in wet pants! How could Iever have been intimidated by you! I'll even bet wetting your pantsexcites you, doesn't it? You'd you like me to change and diaper you like aSISSY BABY??? Well, SISSY BABY??"
By now you had stopped wetting and were totally humiliated, standingthere in soaking wet trousers.
"Do you want to be my little SISSY BABY? Is that what you want,Little One? To be diapered and pantied like a SISSY BABY?" she laughed.
"SISSY BABY!!!!" Oh NO!!! Your hands went to your wet crotch andimmediately found a rock hard erection. In a crazed frenzy you beganstroking your erect penis and within seconds started shooting hot cum intoyour soiled underpants.
"SLEEP BABY" commanded Janet, leading you down to the floor. "Thingsare about to change quite drastically, Little One. Starting with those wettrousers." Janet walked over to your desk and dialed a number inAcounting. "Hi Roger. Yes, Little One is fast asleep. Come on up. I can'twait to show you Little One's new wardrobe!"
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Peacefully, if suddenly, asleep. You had no idea your humiliatingstate was on display to the man you used to ridicule.
"Oh my! He IS a mess!" giggled Roger. "Poor little dear is wet andicky! That will never do! We must get our little darling into dry diddies."
"Exactly," cooed Janet, as she produced two suitcase filled with veryspecial clothes for her "little one." "Like to see his new outfits?"
Roger couldn't wait to see them. He was almost beside himself withglee as he picked through the feminine contents. There were panties,nylons, garter belts, baby dolls, and petticoats. All tended toward frilly,pastel colors, with an occasional naughty black lace item. Holding up adelicate pair of sheer, black lace crotchless panties he giggled, "Slutty,very slutty! Only a cocksucking little slut would wear something likethis!"
"Do you really think so," shot back Janet, with a straight face."Hmmmm," she carefully examined the black panty, "that IS a thought! Ithink he'd do very well as a little cocksucking slut. But let's not forgetabout that virgin little rose bud he's been sitting on!"
"Dear yes," laughed Roger, "better order a couple of tubes of KY Jellyfor our little girl, for when 'he' has his cumming out party!"
"Take a look in the second suitcase, Roger. We're going to startLittle One out at a somewhat younger age. It will be a bit before he'sready for black lace and nylons."
"Oh, Janet, you didn't tell me he was into baby girl drag too!" Rogerlaughed as he picked up a frilly pink baby bonnet specially tailored toadult size. Holding up a pair of pink nylon panties, very full cut anddripping with white ruffled lace, "He'll look adorable in these! He'll beso mad he'll just piss!"
"That's why I'm also pinning him into a nice fluffy diaper." kiddedJanet. "As a matter of fact, I signed him up for the "Little PrincessDiaper Service" to make sure he always has plenty of fresh, pink diapers!"
"Oh, a BABY girl! I adore it! That will drive him crazy!" vampedRoger.
"Ah huh, sugar and spice and diaper him twice! Now lets dispose of hissilly male clothes. I want him stripped completely before I apply thedilatory to get rid of all that nasty male body hair!"
They stripped you of your male clothes and carefully applied a lotionto remove all your mail body hair. Roger sprinkled a mixture of baby powderand itching powder over your bottom before pinning a pink flannel diaper inplace.
He delighted in Janet's choice of lingerie and pulled the adult sizedrumba panty over your diaper. Rows of white ruffled lace against the pinknylon of the panty would have caused most little girls to swoon withdelight. Most males would be embarrassed enough to purchase the juvenilepanty for a child, let alone be forced to parade about wearing one.
The rest of the outfit was, in Roger's terms, "outrageous......"
You woke up in a daze, but immediately realized that a great manythings had changed! Your hands were secured behind your back with stainlesssteel handcuffs, and you heard the soft rustle of taffeta as you tried tostand up....
"Well, Little One is finally awake, what do you think of your newoutfit?" smirked Janet.
You felt shock and horror...and arousal...as you realized what she haddone! You were dressed in an exceptionally frilly little girl style sailorsuit dress!!
The white dress, with powder blue piping, was trimmed in eyelet lace.Little blue anchors adorned the jumper collar, and the ultra-short skirtspread wide, like an umbrella, with starchy white crinoline petticoatsbillowing out beneath like a tutu. You felt completely exposed....and youwere!
You expensive male haircut was covered under a "curly top" wigcomplete with sausage curls and reminiscent of Shirley Temple.
It was the most feminine dress you could imagine, made all the moreembarrassing since it was a juvenile parody of a male sailor's uniform! Thechoice couldn't have been more humiliating for you.
Your ruffled, pastel pink panty was completely visible beneath thechildish petticoats! Worse yet, it was quite apparent from the well paddedpanty seat, that you were obviously wearing a DIAPER!
You wobbled to your feet as you tried to stand, and saw you werewearing white baby shoes and little lace trimmed ankle sox.
"what have you done....please get me out of this..." You werehorrified and also terribly excited at the same time. Was this a dream ornightmare come true? To make matters worse, you felt an itchy, irritationaround your crotch, but the handcuffs made any scratching impossible.
"Hush, Little One, or Mommie Janet will have to take you over my kneeand spank her little baby." Janet giggled as she inspected her handiwork."Oh, I almost forgot, what's a baby girl without a precious little babybonnet." She held up a frilly pink baby bonnet and placed it on your head,tying in in place with a large pink satin bow.
You began to get angry, and advanced on Janet in a menacing manner."What's the meaning of this? If this is a joke, it isn't funny!"
But your bluster had absolutely no effect on her.
"My, my, doesn't my little baby look precious! No, you are the joke,Sissy Baby. My precious little SISSY BABY, all pretty as a picture in hislittle girl's skirt and ruffled panty. You, LITTLE ONE, are the joke, myjoke!"
You reacted to the key words and immediately grew a painfully harderection, but with your hands cuffed behind your back, you couldn't reachyour hard-on. The itching seemed worse too! Janet laughed as you tried torub your legs together -- doing a ridiculous little dance -- in a vainattempt to stimulate your itching cock. You had no idea WHY, but you hadthe irresistible urge to cum in your diaper!!
"Does my SISSY BABY want to cum in HER widdle diaper?" she asked.
"yes...please..anything...yes..." you whispered, you needed relief!You squirmed, rubbed your legs together, and your petticoats bobbed up anddown exposing your pantied and diapered condition.
"Good," she smirked, as she stood infront of you. She gently liftedyour skirt and petticoat, completely revealing the bulging front of yourwell padded panty.
"Oh, good. I see you approve of your new outfit. You are an adorablelittle sissy, Little One. I never would have suspected how frilly littledresses and panties would have such an effect on such a big, strong man.Your little 'stiffie' is so precious!"
The sensation was unbelievable as she gently stroked your 'stiffie'through the panty, making you so excited there were tears of frustration inyour eyes. "Little One seems to like his little diddies, he has a nicelittle stiffie poking up in them. You helpless little SISSY BABY."
But she would not let you cum just yet. Gently grabbing you throughthe panty and diaper, she led you toward the couch.
"Good, come over to Mommie Janet and sit on my lap, Little One."
You waddled after her to the couch and Janet swept back her skirt,revealing her long, luscious legs. She indicated you should sit on her lap.You would do anything for relief from that raging erection.
Sitting on your petticoat caused the front of the starchy garment toflip up, completely revealing your pantied and diapered status.
Mortified, but powerless to fight the erotic suggestion of SISSY BABYyou pleaded for her to make you cum. Then you heard a knock at the door.
"Yes," replied Janet, "who is it?"
"It is I, Roger, from accounting," came the falsetto sing-song reply,"open up or I'll huff and puff and blow your house down."
"God! No!" Not HIM!!" you pleaded with Janet as you sat on her lap."Don't let that little faggot see me like this!!"
Letting Janet see you like this was one thing, but not Roger. Not whendressed like a simpering little toddler!
"Ok, SISSY BABY, it's up to you. If you want to cum, you'll have topersonally invite him into your new nursery, do you understand, SISSYBABY??"
Tears in your eyes, the SISSY BABY code word created an irresistibleurge for orgasmic relief! Crying in shame, you nodded your hear for Janetto let Roger come into your office. "No, Little One, you must ask him toenter. And do so in a little SISSY BABY voice."
"Woger, pwease come in to my owwice, plwease." you lisped, stillhelplessly wiggling on Janet's lap.
Janet couldn't resist smiling as Roger virtually vamped into the room,effecting every homosexual stereotype ever invented.
Fringing shock and surprise, "Oh dear me!! Welllll, don't WE lookabsolutely adorable in our little panties and petti's? That can't be yourbig bad macho boss, could it, Janet? He's much too BUTCH to be caught inlittle girl drag."
Roger was certainly in his element.
Janet was openly laughing now. She reached down, pulling back theelastic of your panty, and her hand went into your diaper. Every so slowlyshe gently stroked the shaft of your erect penis. "Yes, he's really notvery 'macho,' unless it's macho to prance around in a little dress andruffled panty.
You burned with shame, your eyes downcast, but still wiggling aroundon Janet's lap trying to achieve sexual relief.
"Whatever ARE you doing to our little sissy, Janet. You are going tomake that poor man..I mean, well I guess he's not much of a MAN, what withwearing a little girl's dress and all....well, with that poor littlesissy's 'tinkle.' You are going to make HER panty all wet and icky!"
Burning with shame you moaned and wiggled on Janet's lap as shestroked your 'tinkle.' You tried to block Roger out of your mind.
"Oh no, Roger. Our little sissy doesn't have to worry about wettinghis panty with cum, he's wearing a DIAPER!" Tears of humiliation began totrickle down your cheek. "Come over and feel."
Janet motioned Roger over. She took his hand, pulling back the elasticof your panty, and guided it into your diaper. "He can cum, or ever piddlehis panty, and stay nice and dry."
You winced as Roger reached into your diaper and felt your hairlessstate.
"Oh a DIAPER! PANTIES AND A DIAPER? How absolutely campy. And I alwaysthought he was so 'butch' but, he really IS a Sissy!! Perfect! And hairlesstoo! Coochie coochie coo." teased Roger as he rolled the head of your'tinkle' between his thumb and forefinger. "Such a good little baby girl,all nice and smooth, pinned in a fluffy little diaper! And what a preciouslittle sailor suit! Goes so well with your frilly little panty!"
You were dripping pre-cum, and you could feel your 'tinkle' slippingbetween Roger's fingers. You were whimpering with shame and excitement,praying that he would let you orgasm.
Roger withdrew his hand and gave your bulging panty a playful squeeze.
Janet smiled. "You see, Roger, Little One is under a lot of stress.And you know, if the old days down south, nannies like my grandma used topet the 'stiffies' of the little baby boys to keep them cooing and happy.Just like I'm doing to this little baby."
But just before you ejaculated, Janet stopped. "Here Roger, would youlike to nurse him for a while?"
"Please don't do that, please Janet! Please let me cum!!" you plead.
"Now let me see all of you, you LITTLE SISSY." giggled Roger, knowingfull well that phrase drove you wild with desire. "Can 'she' sing ordance?"
"No! Leave me alone, Get away you little faggot!"
Fringing shock, "Calling me a little faggot. Hmmmmm, dearie, I'M notthe one wearing FRILLY BABY PANTIES AND A DIAPER. Now come over and sit onRoger's lap and we'll give you a little bottle to suck on. And if you are agood little baby, Roger will change your diddy when you wet."
"Fuck you, Roger! Fuck all of you!" you rage. "I'm getting this stuffoff, right now, then I'm going to beat the hell out of each of you!"
"Ah huh, Little One is getting nasty, still thinks he's a big, badman. Well, go ahead, BABYKINS, let's see just how macho you are." smiledJanet.
"Oh! Noooooooo!!" But it was too late, your erection deflated in aninstant, with pleasure replaced by an uncontrollable urge to urinate.
"I think our little girl needs to go potty," smirked Roger, "need togo wee wee, Little One? Oh DEAR! JANET!!! I think it is too late! Perhapsyou should re-name him 'Lil Miss Piddle Panties'!"
You jumped and twisted, trying to hold it, determined not to do thisinfront of Roger. "Do you need to go potty, BABYKINS?" asked Janet.
Bent over in a cramp. Your hairless legs together, shaking. You feltthe first, awful squirt of hot liquid escape. Crying, legs clampedtogether, you started to helplessly wet your diaper. Since the diaper wasonly one layer thick soon a wet spot had appeared on your panty seat. Astream of liquid ran down your hairless legs. YOU WERE WETTING LIKE A BABY!
Roger giggled with delight. "Oh the big, tough, macho man is wettinghis diaper! How sweet. I may be a 'little fairy' but you are nothing but anaughty little piddle panty baby! I think Janet ought to keep you indiapers for weeks, if not months to come!"
"I think we can remove the handcuffs from our little sissy. He's notevery going to give either of us any trouble, are you, SISSY BABY?"
Again, the erection grew, and you knew you were helplessly in theirpower.
"Get some wet one's out of the diaper bag, Roger. I'll let you changeour little girl today. That is, if Little One will say please, with sugarand spice on it."
With tears in your eyes you looked over at Roger. You were so helplessin your droopy wet diaper...."pwease Woger, pwease change my diaper.pwease, with sugar and spwice?"
"Of course! Delighted to change your diaper!! We wouldn't want thisbig sissy to get a diaper rash, would we??"
You burned with shame as Roger stripped off your wet panty and diaper,and applied the cool moist towlets to your hairless crotch. Soon Roger hadyou pinned in a nice fluffy diaper, and had pulled a new ruffled rumbapanty to your waist.
"Janet, how are you ever going to get this big baby back to hisapartment? You don't have any male clothes for him to wear. He certainlycan't leave dressed like this, can he?"
"Oh, I think we can come up with something....."
She picked up a white, wrap around motorcycle helmet, complete with atinted glass visor that would completely concealing the face of the wearer.
"Here, Little One, put on the helmet. You're going home now. On theback of Roger's motorcycle. Of course, you can refuse to use the helmet.You can even choose to wait here through the evening, and let the officesee your pretty new clothes tomorrow morning.....the choice is yours."
Thankful of at least some chance to hide your identity, you acceptedthe helmet, and followed Janet and Roger out of your office. Since it wasquite late in the evening, all the office personnel were already gone. Allyou had to do was get past the security desk to be out of the building...
You prayed no one would see you dressed like this. Even though theycouldn't see your face, it was obvious you were a male dressed as a twoyear old girl.
The elevator opened. Thank God no one was there. Roger and Janet, oneon each of your arms, assisted you inside. You felt completely exposed andhelpless, but at least you were dry. You also hoped no one would noticeyour sizable erection, as it butted out the front of your panty.
Security! You still had to pass security to get out of the building!Usually a casual effort, but you had never done it dressed and diaperedlike a toddler!
"Please no! You can't do this, we have to get past security. No!"
"don't worry, Little One," smiled Janet, "I'll take care of security.The girl on guard tonight is a friend of mine."
You waddled quickly to keep up with Roger and Janet. Your littleskirts and petticoats bobbed up and down, exposing your ruffled pantiedbottom. Then you turned the corner and faced the security desk.
to be continued...--ÿ