Darla in bondage

It hadn’t gone well, Darla thought, as she leafed through an old magazine. She
shifted position, took her shoes off, and curled her feet up comfortably
beneath her on the couch. Across the room, Michael was still typing away.
They’d been working together quite well on the book, and then he’d had one of
his sudden fits of inspiration and had shooed her away, irritably, because he
didn’t want her “looking over his shoulder.” As if he hadn’t looked over mine
enough, she thought. And leaned on it at the same time. I wish we could get an
office with two desks, two typewriters, and a brick wall between them! With a
sigh, she picked up another magazine and slid farther down into the cushions
that covered Michael’s couch. Continue reading “Darla in bondage”

Old woman lover

From the time of our first orgy together, DORA stayed on my mind even
more than BETTY, cute little BETTY with her fresh young ass, pussy, budding
tits, and mouth. I found myself wanting DORA more than her slim,
long-legged,sexy, 36-year-old daughter SAL, who was so very free and
creative. I couldn’t understand my desire, but I certainly knew how to
satisfy it. Whenever I worked on the north side of town, I would take my
breaks at DORA’s little cottage. I would park across the street, walk to th
e door, feeling my cock rise as I did, ring the bell, and wait for a very
loving, erotic welcome. I discovered that DORA didn’t ever wear much
clothing, unless it was very cold. On cold days, I could count on her erect
nipples even surer. But, no matter what the temperature, DORA was always
“hot” and nearly naked when she opened the door…eagerly greeting me and
the cock she adored. She would bring me into the entryway and immediately
begin undressing me, kissing and licking my mouth and nipples, working her
way down my chest to my navel, which she frenched wildly too. She would rub
her big, soft breasts against my hairy chest or back, fondle her tits,
finger her cunt, rub her pussy-flavored or flavored-pussy tasting fingers on
my lips to tease me, embrace me lightly rubbing her full hips against my
groin, grab my cock through my trousers, ooooo-ing and ah-ing as she
anticipated our pleasure. Then she would bend down to undo my shoes,
looking up at me with admiration, eagerness, lust, and affection. She worked
rapidly to get me out of my shoes and socks, so she could get my pants and
bikini panties off. She loved taking the latter all the way down to my
feet…so I could step out of them and she could look up at my balls, my
erect penis, and what s he (and every other woman I’ve known) called my sexy
ass. When she had me naked, she slowly rose to her feet and began her
ministrations on my body; our sex-play would begin! Continue reading “Old woman lover”

My Two Love Affairs

Watching him sleep was such a wonderful thing. In rest there were
no frowns, no worries, just peace. He is beautiful when he sleeps. His
dark hair falls across his forehead and I gently brush it off. The long
lashes on lids closed over those incredible hazel eyes. He takes my
breath away sometimes without ever knowing that he’s doing it and never
understanding why. He was good that night. He was everything that my
heart desired. Loving, tender, passionate, attentive. Yet, there was a
part of me that he didn’t reach and that part of me yearned to be
caressed. I thought of you as J and I made love. I wondered what it
would feel like to have your body pressed against mine as his had been.
I wondered what it would be like to have your lips touch that place that
yearned. I wanted you. More than that, I desired you. I wanted to feel
the curve of your breasts and taste the sweetness of your skin. And yes,
I wanted you in my head as well as in my bed. Try as he may, J will
never be able to touch that part of my being just because. Continue reading “My Two Love Affairs”

Singapore Sex Adventures

Over the course of the next couple of weeks, June and I
became intimately acquainted, not simply acquainted intimately. She
was very serious about her job and her work and as much as that
apartment on Greenwich must have been costing her company — I have
to figure about twenty-two hundred a month in 1978 dollars — along
with the equipment and her salary, they got their money’s worth.
The setup was ideal for us, as well. My apartment was
literally a block away and, as I worked at home, we got to spend a
good deal of time together. We spent a lot of it fucking and
sucking and we spent a lot of it talking or simply being together.
A true friendship developed along with the sheer physical passion.
There was a lot of passion. Continue reading “Singapore Sex Adventures”

Wife Affairs

I had been married for 11 years, when my wife took her first full-time job.
She worked at a department store in the jewelry department. All day long, she
would help customers. On occasion, a worker from another department would
help her out when there were too many customers. Well, this worker was a guy
who was 10 years younger than her. He was only 19 at that time. His name was
Ed.
Donna (my wife) had been true to me for 13 years. We had discussed going
out with others, and had decided that if the right opportunity ever came along
we would do it. But this was years ago. So I was very surprised when Donna
asked me what I thought about her possibly going out with Ed. I was shocked!
Not that it really bothered me, but I just never thought she’d ever really do
it. Continue reading “Wife Affairs”

Fetish Family Sex Story

“Twas the night of Thanksgiving and all through the
house, the Schidinks were stirring…”

Little Timmy Schidink, only eighteen years old and very
angry, sat on on the toilet in the the groundfloor bathroom.
He had withheld his shit five days, but now the Turkey dinner
was forcing the issue. His constipated gut ached as he
pushed and pushed trying to squeeze the delayed monster turd
out his distended rectum. Continue reading “Fetish Family Sex Story”

hypno erotica

“Christina, I want you to become very, very horny.” I said as I purposely

rubbed my growing member. “I am your master. You must obey me. You are

totally mine. Now spread your legs and let me explore your body.” “Yes,

master.” she said as she parted her legs. Her legs were silky smooth, and felt

sooo good. I slowly and purposely moved my hands past her knees and outlined her

secret region with my hands. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter as I took

liberties with her. I massaged her clit until her it felt prominent. I felt

for lubrication, and then tentatively inserted one finger, then two inside her,

finger fucking her while rubbing her clit. Her breasts were level with my mouth,

so I leaned over and began to sensuously lick her left nipple until it was erect.

Desire spread from my loins as I felt her female body react erotically to my

touches. I waited until I knew that she was on the road to orgasm.

“Christina, let me enter you now.” I said as I pulled my erection where she could

see it. She had a look of sexual desire as she slowly and sensuously lowered

her beautiful body onto my swollen member. She was adequately lubricated, and

she began to easily take me in. We pumped slowly at first and then faster and

harder as the two of us began to experience each other. It became difficult

to stay on the bed so we slipped onto the floor. I pushed upward as she pushed

downward in rhythm as if we had been fucking for years. Her hair brushed up

against her breasts as she moved, and the sight of this drove my orgasm closer

and closer to fruition. She began to reach for my chest, and I cupped her

breasts. I began to squeeze her mammaries, and as I did she pumped harder

and harder. She squealed as the first waves of orgasm hit her body, and I came

hard as she grabbed my hands to squeeze them. She fell on me exhausted and

sweaty, awaiting my next command. I pulled her close to me and counted my

blessings. This beautiful woman trusted me enough to allow me to control her

this way, and I wanted to make sure that she received as much pleasure out of

our encounters as I did. I knew that she wanted to feel helpless and

totally unable to resist my commands, and that she wanted to remember her

helplessness after her hypnotic sessions. I was more than willing to allow her

these simple pleasures. I also wanted a few pleasures for myself. I knew that I

could accomplish these things with a few post-hypnotic suggestions.

Post-hypnotic suggestions are triggered by words or phrases that the

hypnotist utters at his discretion. The subject could be doing anything,

but when she hears the phrase, she feels helplessly compelled to perform a

specific task. My hypnotic drug intensified this effect immensely. Under

normal conditions, a person wouldn’t do anything unusual to them, like

stripping in public or performing oral sex in a restaurant. Under the influence

of the drug and my hypnotic commands, however, Christina would do anything,

absolutely ANYTHING. It would be her obsession to obey my post-hypnotic

commands until I released her. After I rested a few minutes, I began to instruct

her. “Christina, I want you to remember our wonderful lovemaking. I want you

to remember how horny you were, and how totally helpless you became. You will

feel your submission to me like a warm shower washing over your body, washing

you clean and making you feel wonderful. “I also want you to remember this:

whenever I say the word ‘suck’ you will feel an overwhelming desire to suck

my cock. You must do it wherever I say, whenever I say. You will suck me until

I cum, and then you will continue on as if nothing unusual occurred. When

you are finished, you will have a fully satisfied feeling of satisfaction

at your submission. “When I touch your left breast, you will awaken, fully

refreshed and sexually satisfied.” I rolled over a bit to facilitate

fondling her breasts. I started with her right one, of course, because I

love to fondle a hypnotically helpless female. I moved my other hand downward

to feel her bush. My sperm had mixed with her natural juices, leaving her pussy

region still somewhat moist. I caressed her vulva, and then when I felt that

I had had enough, I fondled her left breast. Her eyes became full of life.

Oh, Rudy, that was the best time that I ever had with a man!” she exclaimed. I

felt so totally helpless and submissive. I had no control over myself, yet I

knew what was going on. And you know what? I felt totally at ease! It felt so

normal to be submissive to you. And I want you to know, I’ve never felt more

horny in my life, and so satisfied by a man afterward. I’ve never had an orgasm

like that before.” she confessed. “I’m glad that you feel that way, Christina.”

I said, knowing that what she said truly came from her heart. “I’ve never

been with a woman such as yourself. You are so beautiful, I just want to

hold you because I’m afraid you’ll go away.” “I won’t go away from you.” she

said. “At least not until I’ve had a shower and some sleep!” “We could take

one together. I need to clean up, too. You’ll like my shower. It’s very

unique.”

We rose and I led her to my shower area. It was unusually large, and the

actual shower area was one big room with six stalls, like a locker room

shower. The original owner had this built for him for reasons that he

wouldn’t specify. I liked the large shower, and it was one of the reasons

that I bought the house. Now I had someone to share it with. We entered the

shower and each set our water the way we wanted it. We reveled in

pleasure as we cleaned each other off for the first time. Her breasts felt so

unique as I caressed them with my soapy hands. I worked my way down to her

belly, then her pubic hairs, and then her pussy. She spread her legs as I washed

off our sex, taking care not to rub too hard on her delicate tissues. The warm

cloth must have felt good on her, for she moaned as I carefully cleaned her

private region. I then continued to clean her legs and her feet. She then per

formed the same on me, being careful not to rub my semi-erect member too hard.

I could feel her love all over me as she washed my body with her washcloth. In

this way we became even more familiar with each other’s bodies. After our shower

encounter I showed her my bedrooms and we settled down in my master suite. As we

both drifted off to sleep I realized how lucky I was, and that today was the

first day of many hypnotic encounters.

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Big Girl

The skinny girl, the one with the bony hips and the tits that looked like
they got stuck on afterwards with modeling clay, just read you a list of your
faults – I mean, like a list written on one of those long sheets of yellow
paper with the blue and red lines for Pete’s sake – and you tell her to go to
hell, as politely as possible. And as you walk down her stairway and out her
front walk and start up your car, you realize that the big girl you met at
your old friend Fred’s the other night, the one with the incredible green eyes
and the big bouncy boobs and the little green shoes that looked like slippers,
has been walking around in your brain, and now and then one of those little
green shoes twangs the nerve that runs from your head to your dick. Laurie.
Like a damn fool you didn’t get her phone number. Continue reading “Big Girl”

Medical Sex Story

It didn’t take long after my second visit to Lady Ashley, the Nurse
Mistress, for me to figure out what was going to happen during my next,
and third, visit to see her During the time until my next 90-day
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Farting Patient

Doctor, “What seems to be the problem?” Patient, “Doc, I’ve got a lot of gas. I mean I fart all the time,” The Doctor nods, “Hmm.” Patient, “My farts do not stink and you can’t hear them. It’s just that I fart all the time. Look, we’ve been talking here for about 10 minutes and I’ve farted five times. You didn’t hear them and you don’t smell them, do you?” “Hmm,” says the Doctor, He picks up his pad and writes out a prescription. The patient is thrilled “Great doc. This prescription, will it help me get rid of all this gas so I won’t fart any more?” “No,” sighs the Doctor, “The prescription is to clear your sinuses. Then the following week I want you back here for a hearing test.”

CAP clinic

Ann was stunned as she hung up the phone. She’d known John had been going
to the Centre’s clinic about his headaches and stomach problems, but didn’t
know he’d been seeing a lady shrink.

He’d mentioned he’d seen the psychologist who’d given him some relaxation
and meditation exercises to follow, and they had seemed to help. But he’d
never mentioned seeing another doctor, and a young woman at that, from her
voice.

Now, the doctor wanted to see her next week at 4:30 during John’s “session”
whatever that was all about, and talk with her about helping John with his
problems.

Dr. Whetmore had said not to say anything to John about their conversation
or next week’s visit, which had seemed strange, but then she didn’t want
John upset. She had assured Ann there was nothing to worry about, but she
felt Ann could really help John with his problems and help him on the road
to recovery. She’d said she’d seen this in lots of young executives who
were under terrible strain to produce as they moved up in their careers.

John was the Director of Public Relations for the Centre and had just taken
over this position from his predecessor about a year ago. It was just about
6 months ago that John had started getting these headaches and stomach
aches that had sent him to the Centre’s clinic.

About that time he’d come home and told Ann that he thought there was some
“funny business” going on with the way the clinic was run, but that he
needed more evidence before he told her more.

He was always such a straight arrow, and with the amount of government work
the Centre did, he felt it his duty to find out if there was something
going on that wasn’t right. He’d occasionally tell her things about some of
the research the clinic did, but since much of it was ‘hush hush’ he
couldn’t tell much except it involved some high tech “brainwashing” and
“mind control” stuff.

Much of the work the Centre for the Advancement of Psychology, or CAP as it
was called by the employees, did was just normal psychology research with
rats, and such or studying which colors had what affect on people, and
relaxation methods and techniques for stressed out executives or high
ranking government people.

It was a fast paced environment and there was a lot of stress, so CAP ran
its own private health clinic with a full range of services from general
medical to addiction rehab, to psychology and psychiatry.

John had gone to the clinic about 3 months ago and lately it seemed to have
helped. His stomach aches were far less freguent and his headaches seemed
to go away when he closed his eyes and just let himself relax. He seemed to
hum some silly mantra or something, kind of like a familiar lullabye, but
it seemed to help and he was in a much better mood, except when Ann brought
up the subject of starting a family.

With John at age 33 and she at age 30, she felt it was time, and she badly
wanted a baby before it was too late. She was surprised at how few of the
women she knew whose husbands worked at the clinic had children, but they
seemed to poo-poo it by saying “We have our pets, and careers, and besides
these silly men are just like children anyway.”

Many of the wives worked right at the Centre, and many of them worked in
the special daycare where workers and local townspeople received excellent
daycare and nursery care for their pre-schoolers, but Ann so far hadn’t
been interested in a “career”, especially with other people’s children and
babies.

the Visit and the Secret Revealed

The week had gone uneventfully, and John seemed much better. He’d been
sleeping so soundly, he’d wet his bed twice that week, but Ann didn’t have
the heart to scold him or make fun of him. He seemed embarrassed enough
when he woke up and had to change his bed and PJs.

He’d been listening to some tape or something the doctor had given him, but
all Ann could hear was music and nature sounds. It seemed very relaxing and
soothing, but Ann didn’t have time for that nonsense.

Finally, Friday afternoon at 4:25 Ann sat waiting for Dr. Whetmore, when
Dr. Rotman came out and invited her into his office to “talk” before they
went in to see John and his associate.

While they talked, Dr. Rotman explained that much of John’s problems were
due to the stress of his job, and this silly “investigation” he’d started,
and finally decided to drop. His pressure and the strain were making him a
little paranoid, seeing “bogey men everywhere” as Dr. Rotman explained it.

While the doctor was talking he kept playing with a small shiny ball on a
thin metal chain, kind of like a pendulum, and Ann was fascinated by it as
it swung back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, with a gentle,
steady rythm, and the soft click, click as it hit the other ball. She found
it hard to concentrate on what the doctor said at first, but then it seemed
so much easier, as she relaxed and just listened to him while she watched
the ball.

Finally, the doctor said “Let’s go see Dr. Whetmore and John, Ann so we can
find how to help John with is problems.”

Ann found herself rising and taking the doctor’s arm as they walked slowly
to the room at the end of the hall, and the doctor kept talking slowly and
softly to her reassuring her everything would be alright, just as long as
she accepted John’s problem and helped him to get over the stresses he was
feeling.

As they entered the room, Ann saw an attractive young woman sitting in a
chair beside a couch talking to a man who was lying on the couch with
headphones on and with a small tube going into his arm. He was covered with
a blanket up to his chest, and Ann could see his feet were bare and he was
fast asleep.

As Dr. Rotman introduced the woman, Ann learned she was Dr. Janet Whetmore,
a psychiatrist who dealt with special problems like John’s. Dr. Whetmore
talked softly to Ann for a while, and Ann began to really trust Dr.
Whetmore and to like her as though she were a long time friend and
confidante.

The two doctors exchanged knowing smiles, then Dr. Whetmore offered Ann a
glass of juice which she gratefully drank. After a few seconds she felt
very “alive” and “able to listen” to Dr. Whetmore and hung on her every
word.

Dr. Whetmore explained she was a psychiatrist who dealt with special
problems, called paraphilia. She explained these were fetishes or sexual
interests in objects or things, like feet, or clothing or a special time in
life. She explained many men wanted to dress up in women’s clothing, and
this was called transvestitism and the “love of womens’ clothing”. She
explained that a lot of men in important positions, like John’s, found the
stresses of everyday life caused them to want to escape into an easier
life, where they had no responsibilities, and a time when they were cared
for as babies.

These men wanted to wear baby clothing, and be dressed as babies,
especially in diapers and baby panties, and to wet their diapers like
little babies.

Unfortunately, their desires and their positions created further stresses
and conflicts and this sometimes made them sick, especially if there was
stress at home, or they were afraid their wife wouldn’t accept their
fetish. Then they could get really sick and have a breakdown.

Ann felt very sad, and sorry for these type of men. How could their wives
be so mean as to deny them this outlet for their stresses. The doctor had
explained these people were called infantilists, who loved to dress and
play as babies, but didn’t want to actually play “with babies” or children
at all. They just wanted to be babied and loved the way a mommy loved her
little baby.

In most ways they were as normal as any man, and could be capable lovers
and supporters, but needed to be babied sometimes to relieve stress and
escape from the pressures of their demanding roles and jobs.

As Ann thought about this it seemed to make so much sense, and besides here
was this learned doctor, her new friend, explaining it all softly to her,
and telling her she felt it was alright.

Finally, Dr. Whetmore said “John is an infantilist Ann. He wants to wear
diapers and baby panties, and be treated as a baby sometimes to help him
relieve the pressure of his job. That is why he has been so sick,
especially when you told him you wanted to have a new baby in your family.
It made him think you wanted someone new to love and care for and that you
wouldn’t accept the baby inside him and let it come out.

John is lying here now, Ann and has been listening to a special tape I made
for him to help him feel better physically and to help him feel better
about himself. He also has been receiving an IV with pentathol in it so we
can talk to him and ask him questions and get the honest answers.

Would you like to talk to John and ask him about his being a baby, Ann ?”

Ann paused for a second, while she thought about her husband, the 33 year
old executive, being a baby, then finally said “I’m not sure, but I should
find out. If that’s what he needs to get better, then I should know how to
help him. I do love him, and don’t want to hurt him !!”

“Very good Ann, come and sit over here, where John can see you and you can
talk. I’ll speak to him for a few minutes then you can ask him questions.”

As Ann pulled her chair over closer to the couch, she recognized the young
man now as her husband John. The doctor talked to John for a few minutes
and finally said “John, your wife Ann is here now and wants to talk to you.
She knows you want to be a big baby, and to be her baby, so you can feel
comfortable about talking to her. Be a good boy and answer her questions
honestly and properly, just as you do for me.”

To Ann she said “Go ahead, Ann, ask him anything you want.”

Ann hesitated at first then said “John do you feel better knowing I know
you want to be babied ??” to which he replied “Yes, much better.” then
asked her “Do you want to baby me ??”

Ann didn’t know what to say for sure, but finally said “I think so, but I
don’t have much experience. What do I have to do ??”

At this, Dr. Whetmore interrupted, and said “Ann, you just have to treat
John like a baby. Love him, take care of him. Feed him when he’s hungry,
help him get dressed, and change his wet or dirty diapers when he need
changing. You can do that can’t you ??”

At first Ann seemed a little shocked by the idea of changing diapers on her
husband, but then as the doctor told her it was just like playing dolls,
and when she used to babysit for the babies in her neighbourhood, she
decided it was easy and would be Ok.

Finally, Dr. Rotman gently pulled down the blanket, and Dr. Whetmore talked
to Ann, “See Ann, John is wearing diapers and baby panties just like a
little baby. He wet his diapers too, like a little baby. John likes to wear
diapers and to wet them like a baby, and needs his diaper changed now, just
like a little baby. You can do that can’t you Ann.”

As Ann said “Yes”, the doctor led her over to the couch and gave her a
fresh diaper. She had some difficulty at first, and John seemed to squirm
around a bit, but as Ann talked soothingly to him, much like a mother with
an infant at changing time, he settled back, and Ann finally got the diaper
on him and the panties pulled up.

Ann felt a small pin prick in her arm, then began to feel very sleepy, yet
her mind seemed sharp and clear and she could hear her friend talking to
her. She could see herself taking care of John at home at night and on
weekends, with John crawling around and playing in a big playpen. She was a
happy mommy now with her baby around the house, and loved changing his wet,
or messy diapers.

John was much happier now, and a very good baby. Sometimes he was more like
a little boy, but always his diapers reminded her and him that he was still
a diapered baby.

The doctor told her she would give Ann two sets of tapes to listen to for
the next week until their next session. One just for John and one for Ann.
They should listen to the one with words each evening before bed, then the
one with the music all night. This would help them accept their new roles
of mommy and baby much easier and help John get better and feel better much
sooner.

Each week from now on, they would come together for their appointments, and
Ann should keep John diapered at bedtime from now on, and whenever possible
around the house. If John started wetting his pants during the day, she
should scold him like a toddler and then put him in daytime diapers too.

It was Ok for John to wear diapers at work, since many of the other men
wore diapers too, to relieve stress. Later on Dr. Whetmore would introduce
Ann to other mommies who had big babies at home, so they could exchange
ideas and babysit for each other.

Ann found herself warming to these ideas, and began to like the ideas of
having John toddling around the house in just a diaper, panties and Tshirt.
If she wasn’t to have any little babies at home, at least she could have a
big baby at home.

Soon, both John and Ann were sitting chatting with the doctors, and Ann
found herself quite relaxed discussing the “needs” John would soon have. A
diaper bag, about 2 dozen cloth diapers and a dozen plastic panties, some
bottles and perhaps some special rompers and playsuits.

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Back to the Beginning

As Ann and John left, Dr. Whetmore smiled to herself. She turned to Dr.
Rotman and said “You were a good boy today Danny. I guess by now you need
your didees changed too don’t you Snookums ??”

Dr. Rotman seemed to change before her eyes. He started snivelling and then
spoke in a little boy voice “Yes nana, me all pissy. Need didee change
peez.” and Dr. Whetmore proceeded to have him lay down on the couch and
gently changed his soaking diapers then gave him a bottle and talked gently
to the sleeping baby.

In about a half hour, the two doctors left for home. Danny was meekly
carrying his diaper bag and teddy in one hand while he held “nana’s” hand
with his other hand.

As she drove home, Janet mused to herself. Since coming to the Centre 6
years ago she never dreamed how successful this would be. She smiled as
they passed the town limits and she read the sign “Coucheville” and
translated from french to english, Diaper Town.

It was appropriately named.

Dr. Whetmore had worked in psychology and behaviour research for nearly 15
years, with 7 of those spent working on special government “brain washing”
and behaviour modification projects for various intelligent agencies. She
had learned her trade well and was considered one of the best behaviour
modification specialists in Canada, after leaving the US government service
to take up this position.

When her friend, Dr. Joyce Lovely, had told her of the need for a new
directory of Abnormal Behaviour, Janet had jumped at the chance. Funding
was virtually unlimited since many major corporations poured money into the
Centre for their research into buyer motivation, and the US and other
governments funded special projects for modification studies.

Janet’s specialty had always been paraphilia, the love of objects or things
not normally related to sexual acts. In private practise she had learned
quite a bit about what motivated certain individuals to want to wear
clothing normally reserved for the opposite gender, or to wear leather or
rubber. What had always fascinated her, though, were the infantilists or
adult babies. They wanted to wear baby clothing, especially diapers, and
then wanted to use their diapers like little babies, and be changed or fed
or treated as much like babies as possible.

As she studied this particular group she learned many of them had deep
seated ties back to their baby or infant years and longed for the
sensations of soft baby clothes, the feelings of uncontrolled urination or
defecation and the resulting sensations of wetting or filling their
diapers. The sense of helplessnes and complete lack of responsibility
associated with being a baby gave them similiar feelings of
irresponsibility for their actions, allowing them to do or feel whatever
they wanted.

When the US government first approached her she couldn’t understand why
they wanted her especially, but as the interviews and security clearances
were underway she soon understood. They wanted her to develop programs to
instill the feelings and desires normal for a transvestite or infantilist,
then associate these with strong guilt feelings to let them get control of
various undercover enemies or individuals the government wanted to control.

In the 6 years she was allowed to develop her “programs” she continued to
“treat” outside patients, particularly the TV and adult baby patients, to
help increase their feelings and release their inhibitions as fully as
possible, and then learn their motivations, the “hot buttons” that turned
them on so to speak, until she knew exactly what to do to “create” a TV or
adult baby personality from scratch. In the final two years several
antigovernment leaders had been programmed to become adult babies or TVs or
better yet sissy babies, male adult babies who wanted to dress and act like
baby girls, and then had their compulsions put them in compromising
positions where their credibility was shot.

Finally, she’d had enough and working on her director with her advanced
hypnotic and conditioning skills managed to effect her release from the
government service.

When Joyce had explained the setup at the Centre, and told her of her
ultimate plan, Janet was shocked, disbelieving and enthralled.

Coucheville was originally a regular town, but as the Centre grew in
importance, and became the main employer, then the sole employer the town
slowly died and the Centre families where the only inhabitants. This made
it an ideal location for the government work the Centre did. Noone would
ask questions.

Joyce had used her own considerable skills with hypnosis and subliminal
programming to get control of the two original senior directors until she
had the virtual control of the Centre and its unlimited source of funds.
Over a two year period, each of the male executives was programmed to obey
her. This way, the men still kept up the front of a male dominated and
controlled organization, which kept the government happy, yet Joyce was
actually at the head controlling the men.

Unfortunately, Joyce found the strain of constant programming and creating
a submissive personality also began to breakdown the men’s effectiveness at
work, and soon they “burned out”, and became useless except for menial
chores or minor functions where creativity or decision making capability
was not required.

As they talked, Joyce and Janet formed a devious and very effective plan.
Janet would use her incredible knowledge and skills to develop the same
effeminate or infantile drives in the men that they needed to control, and
would then work on the women to continue reinforcing these desires and
controls at home. The men would still be able to function normally but
would be as dependent on their “mommies” or nana as babies. The TV converts
would be shamed into obedience for fear of exposure.

For the first 2 years, half the men had been feminized and half had been
infantilized. Finally, they decided the adult babies were much easier to
control than the TVs, since fear and shame often resulted in poor
performance. The “babies” were trained to lose all bladder control at all
times, and both bladder and bowel control except when meeting with
outsiders like government officials. The constant wearing of diapers
reminded them of their dependence on mommy or nannies.

Finally, the wives were brought into the picture and were programmed to see
their husbands as babies at all times, and then come to work at the Centre.
Many were secretaries to their baby husbands and fed the necessary
instructions to their husbands just as they fed them their formula bottles
or baby food. Those husbands who didn’t require a secretary would find
mommy in the daycare centre or nursery and go their for their meals and
changes whenever possible.

As Coucheville grew, the Centre developed its own schools, medical centres
and all the facilities a small town would need, with the best teachers,
doctors and facilities available.

As Joyce and Janet discovered the one problem became procreation and the
existing children born prior to the new programs.

They developed a program to have the women not want other babies, since
they would always have their baby husbands around. When it was necessary
for a woman to give birth to keep the population at necessary levels,
certain husbands would be allowed to “make a little baby for mommy”. At all
other times mommy was completely happy with baby’s tonge being artfully
applied to the desired location, or could listen to a special tape for half
an hour and experience orgasmic heaven while they listened.

The existing children were all “programmed” as required. Girls were taught
to be dominant and independent. They were trained to keep the boys as
babies as much as possible. The boys who were already toilet trained were
retrained and back in diapers in just a week or so. Once in diapers, the
baby feelings, needs and desires were emphasized until their personalities
developed into the dependent, submissive nature of most babies.

Boys with good intellects and skills were educated at the Coucheville
schools and taught an accelerated program to develop the particular skills
they required for the job they were to learn. This way a skilled workforce
would always be available.

A few girls and young women were similiarly trained to keep a balance of
skilled and necessary workers.

Over the last year, not a single male was toilet trained, and all wore and
used diapers constantly. The 25 males who had reached maturity and were
ready to marry were “prepared” and matched with suitable females, and then
fully introduced to a life of complete babyhood during their honeymoon
period. Therafter they were obedient, diapered little submissives for their
mommy who kept them in line and ready to do whatever was required of them.

John, with whom she and Danny Rotman had just finished the 10th session,
had been the first, and the last outsider to come to Coucheville.

He had come to Coucheville 2 1/2 years ago, when the Centre needed some
fresh public relations talent. The present director of PR had been one of
the original TV submissives, and had begun to be ineffective at raising the
funds they needed for their special training program. Somehow both she and
Joyce had slipped up on making sure John was properly indoctrinated, and it
wasn’t until John had started his “investigation” abuot a year ago that
they realized their mistake.

Janet had had John’s work area equipped with a special “white noise”
generator, which actually played subliminal messages that would cause his
stomache aches and headaches simulating stress from overwork. Finally, John
had gone to the Centre’s clinic to see Dr. Rotman, Janet’s personal ‘pet’,
for treatment.

Danny had introduced John to the new “relaxation” and “meditation”
treatments for stress, which in actual fact were subliminal conditioning
and hypnosis techniques she’d developed to lure unsuspecting new trainees
into her program. John had been particularly resistant to hypnotic
suggestion, and finally Janet had had to take over his “treatments” once
Danny had him under.

The last 4 sessions she’d used two new drugs the Centre had developed for
the government to break down a person’s resistance to hypnotic programming
to ensure John accepted her suggestions. When he started wetting his bed
last week, she knew he was well on the road to diapered domination. Now she
just had to prepare his mommy to accept her proper role.

Ann at least was a much easier subject, and Janet was sure she would
willingly and easily play her role once she listened to her own tapes a few
times. Next week’s visits should be VERY interesting.

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A beautiful, voluptuous woman goes to see a gynecologist. The doctor takes one good look at this woman and his professionalism is a thing of the past. Right away he tells her to undress. After she has disrobed he begins to stroke her thigh. As he does he says to the woman: “Do you know what I`m doing ?” “Yes,” she says, “you`re checking for any abrasions or dermatological abnormalities.” “Correct,” says the doctor. He then begins to fondle her breasts. “Do you know what I`m doing now”, he says. “Yes,” says the woman, “you`re checking for any lumps or breast cancer.” “That`s right,” replies the doctor. He then gradually proceeds to having sexual intercourse with her. “Do you know,” he pants “what I`m doing now?” “Yes,” she says. “You`re getting herpes.”

Embarrassing Gyno Exam

A radio station routinely paid money for people to tell their most embarrassing stories. Here was one of the winners: I was due later that week for an appointment with the gynecologists when early one morning I received a call from his office: I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30am. I had just packed everyone off to work and school and it was around 8:45 already. The trip to his office usually took about 35 minutes so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I’m sure, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth and gave myself a wash in “that area” in front of the sink, taking extra care to make sure that I was presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when he called me in. Knowing the procedure, as I am sure all women do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended I was in Hawaii or some other place a million miles away from there. I was a little surprised when he said Continue reading “Embarrassing Gyno Exam”

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They continued in their dance, their journey and their battle.
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low he walked in she said, “open the curtain� When he did, he
found her lying in a square of blazing sunlight, with glittering
spray focused between her legs he recognized the condition of her,
the engorged flesh, magnified with desire, and saw the look in her
eyes that she’d hidden pure need wildness whites of her eyes
but not for his cock only for his eyes on her his eyes were the
caress that nothing else could give he stood, paralyzed, staring,
as she held his eyes with her own watering eyes, as the love pain
seared through her, as her mouth parted and waited for the scream
she never allowed herself when he was there she’d only ever done
this to show herself to him after it was over, to show him her
whore’s wounded body.

the sun on her flesh was a spotlight on a vessel of liquid.
incandescent with blood her knees drew up involuntarily, exposing
every surface to the water, to the tiny pounding and licking and
vibrating drops raining onto her own red sky of wetness her eyes
dropped once to his cock and her expression changed in a slow
maddening instantsaw the look he stayed on her eyes until she returned them to him
with a slight brittle smile and then gave in to the sensations all
at once, holding nothing back her lips trembled, and the need was
there on her stage: “watch me�inhalation was a ragged sound, each breath out a scream, the legs
alternately spreading and then pulling together, straight out and
rigid, protecting the tender skin from an agony of stimulation,
then back out again, wanted more and then finally, after her clit
was laying out in the bright sun like an enormous ruby, she looked
at him and said “oh jesus� and began to cry, tears flowing, and
laughing struggling through the weeping, and the word Please coming
through the sobs, as her body gave itself up to the final stabbing
pain and sorrow and joy.

Without having once touched his cock, he lifted her from the
bath, towelled her and took her to their bed.

__________________________________________________________________

On a day when the seasons were changing, she sat before him on
the small stool in the bathroom, waiting for the razor She
couldn’t bear even the slightest growth of hair to lift any
sensation away from the surface of her skin she continued to touch
everything to her newborn pussy, as though it was an extra sense
organ: what did an angora sweater feel like? what did the back of
a silver fork feel like? what did a chilled stick of butter feel
like? what did (guiltily, one day) the smooth toe of his shoe feel
like? what did the world feel like through the centre of her,
through the filter that made everything into pleasure? It never
occurred to her that he could take this away, because it never
occurred to her that she had been changing as surely as he had his
cock was never engulfed by her, never felt the inside of her, and
his mouth had taken on the sensitivity of his cock his mouth was
now the match for the sweet fresh mouth he had made between her
legs he knew that the only way to hold her was to bring gifts,
bring new sensations to her, either with his mouth and hands, or
with his imagination.

he began to ask things of her before the ritual he’d hold the
razor close to her, after the soaping, and say, “will you show me
something new today� and she’d press toward him impatiently,
saying, “of course now do it� on one of these days, before he’d
drawn the razor over her, he made her wait while he filled a hot
water bottle she’d never seen it before it was deep pink rubber,
and had a slightly textured surface, small cross-hatching like a
cat’s tongue there was something faintly hospital and official
about it, something therapeutic, something medicinal, something
that one’s mother would have on a top shelf somewhere, coiled with
rubber hose, looking harmless but forbidding any questions the
water he put in was steaming he lay this on the floor and beside
it, he put a large jar of vaseline she breathed in, and then out
throughout the shave, she was looking at the hot water bottle a
new tingling moved around her buttocks and down the insides of her
thighs the warm wash cloth was on her and again she was perfectly
smooth she waited for his lips he’d become so fixated on this
ritual, had transferred so much of his eroticism to his mouth, that
for some time, he’d begun to salivate during the shave his mouth
watered, as he leaned forward to shave, if he opened his mouth, his
lips would wet and almost drip he would lick his lips and swallow
usually, when she told him she was sore, he would lean forward and
extend his tongue toward her and it she would see it glisten today
was no different he could have leaned forward and drooled like a
baby onto her but he didn’t he left the room

she watched him go and knew he could still hear her he heard
the slight suction pop of the lid off the vaseline then silence
he could picture her taking a cupped palm-full and heavily coating
the surface of the rubber, making a warm pillow-size tongue of the
hot surface, the thick, greasy surface his saliva, thickened in
their world to conform to her shape, to leave tracks of her love
dance, of her print, of her need.

and it was exactly that that she was doing she was pounding
with the anticipation of yet another sensation, and one he had
given her a soft, hot, sliding surface that would never tire,
would take her driving, would lift up in little peaks of grease
when she moved away, leaving a shining on her that would beg her
back down again.

she slowly lowered herself toward the surface he heard the
intake of breath he moved back to the doorway, drawn irresistibly
by his vision please, could it be true? yes she was doing it she
was licking her body against the surrogate tongue, lying over it,
straight arms holding her upper body off the floor, thighs parted,
making fucking motions like a man over a woman her head would hang
down and then she’d throw it back and toss it from side to side
with the pleasure the movements stirred him, raked at his guts,
his own muscles remembering how he had fucked her before

she knew he was watching and yet it made no difference this
time, the desire to lose herself in her own pleasure overcame any
need to play him, to torment him, to delay or entice him he wasn’t
there she’d closed in on herself and only had a passion for the
skin between her legs, for what it could give her, and how she
could serve it with more delectable offerings this was one of the
finest she deserved it she fucking well deserved it oh god, she
deserved it she had to live with a clit and cunt that stood and
wept salt tears and demanded all day long, she had to comply with
the endless search for sensation, for power, and for the loss of
control—and so, in gratitude and compulsion, she twisted, humped,
vibrated, trembled into the maddening surface, forcing more of the
texture into her as her clit swelled, pushing through the lubricant
onto the rougher surface, dragging herself like a cat in heat,
making noises like one—long raspy howls, as more of her cunt
swelled into contact with the tongue beneath her she fucked like
a demon he was almost frightened by her the power the frenzy

suddenly, she reached down, seized the water-bottle, and without
breaking the seal with her body for an instant, rolled over onto
her back, feeling the heat on the cool tile where the mouth-gift
had laid under her she curled her body around the water bottle,
legs up, knees one on either side of her ribcage, arms reaching
behind her thighs, hands pressing the water bottle between her
legs, and looked straight at him as she began to come into it with
a sharp scream for each thrust of her blood-red pussy, her ass
lifted, her hands greasy, her thighs and ass cheeks shining,
holding her toy to her like a child, grinding and crying and trying
to absorb it into her she rolled, curled up on her side and became
a fetus in original ecstasy, all the world pumping through her
cunt, and she curled and humped and rocked until the survivable
death was unavoidable.

he took two swift steps, and as the spasms tore through her, he
pumped his cock like a teenager, standing astride her and coming
onto her, onto the place where her shoulder turned into her neck.
she turned her face to the viscous heavy rain and, mouth still
open, let herself receive a few drops onto her tongue.

it was the first of his cock she’d had since they began the
game he cried