Author: Robin Ecker
(Fdom-m, drugs, mc)
The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office.....
"You don't understand poor baby. You don't understand that I can do
absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me." she
The Blonde was right. But you didn't want to believe it.
The drug -- you weren't sure how she administered it, or what it was --
but it made you like putty in her hands.
It didn't make it any easier that she was younger than you, or that she
was beautiful. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but
helpless to do anything about it. You couldn't ever seem to remember
anything about your secessions with her after they were over -- it was
like a dream.
She flipped her long blonde hair back, smiling, completely in control.
Self-assured and she knew it. She knew she controlled you, but it was
what she DIDN'T know about you that had you worried.
No! She couldn't possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little
secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could she???!!
"Come on, lay back and relax, 'Little One.'" She liked calling you that
because it made you feel inferior to her, somehow weaker, more
submissive. She jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. She
didn't know just how close to the mark she was!
"Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me, what
you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be sweet, Little One."
It wasn't suppose to be like this!!! It was suppose to be cold and
professional. It was suppose to be distant! She was suppose to be a
professional. More than that, she was an employee. Yes, not only an
employee, but she was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank!
But it was YOU who was complying.....YOU who lay on the couch. Like in a
very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was
very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very
much aware that this girl was on the edge of pulling down that carefully
crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety.
It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn't anything you could do to stop
the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the
fear, but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond....
"Tell me, Little One," she gently prodded, "tell me a secret. Tell me a
secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must.
You'll feel ever so much better." She smiled, crossed her shapely, long,
nylon clad legs. She watched your face for any reaction.
She purposely let her skirt ride up her thing. Not whorishly.....
She caught it! "You like it, don't you?"
"Don't lie, Little One. You like my legs. You can't seem to take your
eyes off them. Trying to peek up my skirt, you bad boy?"
"no, no i didn't...." an almost pleading whisper
"Now that's interesting. Yes, interesting." she smiled.
Did she have something? Did she pick up a scent?
"Most men wouldn't mind acknowledging they liked a well shaped woman's
leg." She shifted her weight and you heard the 'sizzle' of nylon rubbing
on nylon. Again, she caught your reaction.
"It IS the legs, isn't it??? Hmmmmm, maybe not." she said thoughtfully.
"What is it then, if not the legs? What is it Little One?"
Before you could answer, she shifted again, slowly rubbing her legs
together. Again you heard the nylon rubbing. She saw you flinch.
"Ah, I think I understand now!" she mused. She was proud of herself.
"It's the stockings. The nylons! Isn't it, Little One? It's my nylons!"
"yes." You were compelled to tell the truth.
"Oh! Little One! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a
-- LATER -- A Corporate Executive Office --
"So what have we accomplished after seven secessions? Do we know 'Little
One' any better?" The stylish, aggressive woman executive took a
particular delight in your new nickname, 'Little One.' She liked it, she
hoped for more...
The Blonde was eager for the older woman executive's approval. "He's
still very reluctant to express any strong feelings. He won't open up,
even after our drug treatment. But today I caught an interesting
reaction. He was aroused as I crossed my legs and showed a little thigh."
"Hardly significant, I would think. Don't most heterosexual males react
to that stimuli?" the female executive asked.
"True, but I think he may have had a stronger reaction to my NYLONS. The
sound the stockings made, as I shifted my weight. The texture, the
color. He acted like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar
when I pressed him on that."
"So, perhaps we have a fetish? That could be useful." the older woman
"It fits the personality profile we're building, but I think there may
be more, quite a bit more. A fetish is interesting, and useful. But I
think 'Little One' is more complex than that. To paraphrase: 'Me thinks
he doth protest too much' his lack of interest in the stockings."
The older woman looked thoughtfully at the Blonde psychologist. "What
then, a cross-dresser?"
"Maybe. Even better if he were a closet submissive. We need to do a
bio-feedback check. It should give me the edge I need over him. It will
be less expensive, in the long run." The Blonde fingered an expensive
wrist watch which had a small, intelligent bio-feedback sensor implanted
in its plate.
"Give him this, call it a reward, make up some excuse. Then send him to
our lab's waiting room."
"Nice watch, but what is it going to tell us, besides the time?" the
woman executive asked.
The Blonde psychologists smiled, obviously proud of her high tech
approach. "The watch, actually the bio-feedback sensor, will give us a
reading on what turns him on. He will know he has at least one hour to
wait for his appointment, that he has some time to kill. The film from
our hidden cameras will be correlated with the responses from the
"What are you going to do, show him blue movies??" she laughed.
"Nothing quite that drastic. He will have a very limited choice of
magazines to page through while killing time for his appointment.
Nothing pornographic, mind you. I had something more subtle in mind:
Vogue, Mirabella, Harpers, Cosmo, maybe even Ebony and Mademoiselle.
Let's see what he hits on, what really interests him."
"I can even tell his preference in lingerie by measuring the amount of
time he spends looking at a panty ad, along with his biological
"Very well, get to it. We need results. This is very important appoour
-- A WEEK LATER, AT THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE --
"So, what exactly is our Little One? A cross-dresser, a fetish, what
have you learned?" she asked the Blonde psychologist.
"You'd be surprised! First, he completely ignored virtually all the
photographs which included naked people, both male and female. He even
ignored the swim suit spreads."
"So, our boy doesn't like pictures of naked girls?" the executive asked.
"No, I'd say that 'skin' doesn't turn him on. Here's a partial list, by
magazine, type of photo, and physical reaction:
1. Cosmo -------- naked woman -------- no response (no response)
2. Cosmo -------- panty shield ad ----- mild erection (Stared at photo
for five full minutes, erection grew stronger)
3. Cosmo -------- female dominant pic --- mild erection (Rubbed thighs
together, obviously excited.)
4. Mirabella ---- Victoria's lingerie --- mild erection (Just scanned
5. Mirabella ---- "Linda" lingerie------- strong erection/spotting
(Stared appoover five minutes, very strong erection. Picture not
especially revealing, although lingerie appeared extremely frilly and
feminine. Indications of "pre-cum" secretions.)
6. Ebony -------- raised skirt photo ---- strong erection/heavy spotting
(Over five minutes staring at picture. Indications of "pre-cum"
7. Ebony -------- LUV's diapers ------ strong erection/heavy spotting
(Very strong reaction to diaper advertisement. Extremely strong
erection. Subject obviously "moist" -- pre-cum stain near groin. Could
very well have ejaculated, but "calmed down" while on the edge.)
"He has a very unique sexuality. He ignores pictures of naked women. But
he likes women in short, revealing skirts, especially if it seems like
the wearer is being exposed by a gust of wind or is appced to wear
especially revealing skirts. He was turned on by any ad that showed a
woman with her skirt being blown about her thighs. He came close to
ejaculation when he saw a photo of a young woman, again, in Ebony, with
a skirt cut so short it exposed her panty clad vulva. The photograph
actually made it look like she had a penis, the vulva was so pronounced.
He loved that."
The woman executive pondered this inappmation, as the Blonde continued.
"The panty shield ad showed a girl in lacy bra and lacy tap panties. He
had a very nice erotic reaction. But I think he was more interested in
her clothing than in the girl." the Blonde continued. "He was also
aroused by a picture of a sexy female executive dressed in a "dominant
black" business suit with the tops of her nylons exposed. The woman was
surrounded by a group of fawning office boys, obviously submissive to
"Straight, but likes to be dominated?" the executive asked.
"Close. Very close. He paged through a copy of Mirabella and we got a
very powerful reaction to a designer lingerie advertisement by "Linda."
Now this is significant: he was mildly interested in some steamy
Victoria's Secret stuff, typical black lace panties; but the "Linda" ad
showed a young woman in a pair of pink petti-panties and cami top. She
appeared almost juvenile. He stared at it appo15 minutes!"
"Not a 'black lace' boy, eh? He likes women in pink petti-panties?"
"No! He's PROJECTING!! He sees HIMSELF WEARING THE PINK PETTI-PANTIES!"
But that's not all. He's interested in DIAPERS! He got so excitedoover a
LUV's advertisement that he nearly needed a diaper himself! Seriously!
Between the petti-panty ad and the diaper ad, Little One nearly messed
"Luv's diapers?!" the executive exclaimed.
"Ah huh!" the psychologist continued. "Now, we have absolutely no
evidence he is aroused by children. Quite the contrary. He does,
however, seem to be aroused by THE CLOTHES of children and babies, like
diapers and frilly little smocks and lacy baby bonnets."
The executive smiled, "Perhaps you struck a cord by calling him 'Little
"Yes! HE PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE BABY OUTFITS, JUST AS I THINK HE
PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE RAISED SKIRT PHOTOS! I am certain he would
submit to a dominant woman! He needs to be 'appced' to cross-dress.
Better yet, if it were combined with inaantilism."
"Inaantilism?" the executive asked.
"A term we use appopeople who are sexually excited by being regressed to
inaancy. Usually involves wearing babyish clothes, diapers, baby
bonnets, plastic panties. Often involves 'wetting' games, nursing, and
the like. It can be voluntarily. But I don't think so, in Little One's
case. He definitely needs to be FORCED into the humiliation!"
"Why appced? If he obviously LIKES to be diapered?" she asked.
"He doesn't want to become a girl or a baby. He is excited by being made
to dress and act like a baby! Fppced, that's the key. But not just as a
baby boy. Little One would secretly quiver with shameful delight if he
were appced to be a BABY GIRL! That would be an ultimate turn on."
"How amusing! Dressing our little stud muffin executive as a little girl
is darling, but as a baby girl! Delightful!"
"Our Little One is a masochist. He probably has a lingerie fetish, and
no doubt would find excruciatingly exciting to be appced to cross-dress,
the more sissified and babified, the better! That means very 'little
girlish' and lacy! He'd no doubt readily submit to "diaper discipline"
especially if he were appced to dress and act like a little girl toddler
or baby girl!" the Blonde smiled, "BUT it must always be FORCED, and he
must always be painfully aware he is a male, that he is appced to be a
simpering sissy by a dominant female!"
The executive looked thoughtful, " How do you intend to proceed with his
"He needs a dominant mistress. He comes from an aristocratic, southern
family. If not overt, he probably has latent racist tendencies. That,
combined with his interest in the photo's of Ebony magazine, indicates a
dominant, black female might be the most effective mistress.
"The Mistress would fppce him to submit to a variety of humiliating
situations: she would combine petticoat punishment, humiliation, and
inaantilism. Perhaps even some public humiliation, as long as it wasn't
career threatening." the Blonde responded.
The woman executive was smiling broadly now, "Of course! Imagine what
leverage I can exert on him. He is already well known as a 'macho
cocksman' by most of the attractive young women in the company. What I
wouldn't give to see him dressed as a little girl, in a frilly short
party dress and those panties with the lace on the bottom. What are they
"'Rumba panties' the Blonde responded, "the kind little girls wear fpp
special occasions. But don't you agree we should also proceed with the
inaantilism?" she almost begged.
"Yes! Ensure the Mistress keeps him completely under her control. But
what's this about public humiliation? I don't want to loose him as a
corporate asset, just totally control him."
"I understand your concerns," the Blonde replied. "What I had in mind
was to expose him to a select number of people. Perhaps one of our young
female junior executives, or an ex-girlfriend he jilted, I've even
considered recruiting Roger to help out."
"You mean the gay fellow in administrative services?"
"Yes," replied the Blonde. "Roger is actually the best of both worlds,
he's bi. Little One seems to have some sort of macho thing against gays.
He loves to 'bash' Roger, calling him, 'a little faggy fairy'."
"Oh!" smiled the woman executive, "now wouldn't that be an interesting
The Blonde agreed. "Yes, Roger has an excellent sense of humor. I'm sure
Roger would love to turn the tables and play 'wet nurse' to Little One
for a couple of days! It would exquisitely humiliating appoLittle One,
having the so-called "little faggy fairy' dress him up in frills and
petticoats, perhaps even changing his diapers. And who knows, maybe
letting Little One 'nurse' like a good little baby," she winked.
The woman executive laughed, "Nurse??! You are a perfect bitch, I love
it!! How absolutely humiliating appoour Little One! Feminized and
babified by the very man he used to ridicule!"
The Blonde smiled, "Only one question, do you think he'd look sweeter in
a pink ppoyellow panty?"
The executive laughed, "I don't care, as long as it's dripping with
ruffles and lace; and very, very wet after you are finished with him.
And pictures! Loads of pictures! Humiliate and embarrass him! Emasculate
him with lace, ribbons, and diapers! Yes!!!"
She turned serious again, "Have you apund a 'handler' appohim yet?"
"Yes, but you know I dislike that term. His "mistress" is already being
briefed. She will act as my assistant, until I can transfer his case."
replied the Blonde.
"Ok, ok," the woman executive raised her hands in surrender, "tell me
about the 'Mistress'." Janet is twenty-four years old, five foot eleven
inches tall. I thought it more effective if she is shorter than him. She
has a 38C-24-34 figure, long legs, and dark eyes. French-Jamacian
ancestry, since I think Little One will be especially excited with a
black domitrix. Actually, she looks a bit like Janet Jackson, only a bit
lighter complexioned. Graduate degree in psychology, in desperate need
of funds, and an avid feminist."
"Good, very good. Keep up the 'medication,' We must ensure 'Little One'
continues to behave himself."
"Yes, of course. But the transition from a dominant male to a submissive
does not happen overnight. I've explained to Janet that Little One must
initially be dominant in their relationship. He MUST be sexually
dominantoover her, until the proper time when we can reverse the roles."
"Will that be difficult appoher?"
"I don't think she relishes it, but she knows that her financial
security is assured, and that eventually she will control the situation
far beyond anything Little One could ever imagine.
"Say hello to Janet, my new assistant."
You were almost speechless. Before you stood this beautiful, exotic,
creature. Fine, chiseled features, pouting lips, creamed coffee
complexion, and legs that seemed to go on forever! She was exquisite!
Janet followed the Blonde psychologist into the therapy room, with you
close behind. You couldn't take your eyes of the seductive sway of her
hips, and noticed a bit of a tell-tale pantyline beneath the tightly
pulled fabric of her white, linen suit. She seemed the epitome of the
modern, sophisticated woman....elegant, almost aloof. And you were
captivated by the way her nylons 'sizzled' as her legs brushed together.
You've been subjected to a subtle combination mind-control technology
and drug therapy over the past few secessions. The Blonde could now
induce an almost trance like state where you were virtually helpless. It
just seemed like you almost lost all control over your inner thoughts as
you drifted through the dreamlike conversations. Soon, she was calling
you "little One" and again demanding your inner-most secrets.
Janet had taken off her suit coat, revealing a white silk blouse and
hint of lacy bra underneath. She sat opposite your couch, slowly
crossing her long legs, revealing a provocative glimpse of thigh.
"Is she wearing nylon stockings and a garter belt?" you thought. Try as
you must, you couldn't take your eyes off her. You hoped for an
indiscrete move on her part, one where her legs parted over so little,
perhaps showing a glimpse of panty.
"Are you staring at Janet's legs, Little One?" the Blonde asked.
You fell deeper into what seemed a dream-like state, and felt compelled
to answer truthfully to her questions.
"yes....she has very nice legs."
"You'd probably like to look up Janet's skirt, like a naughty little
boy, wouldn't you, Little One?"
You nod, blushing. You felt so embarrassed by that question, but you DID
want to look up her skirt!
"Does that make your little 'tinkle' nice and hard, Little One? Do you
have a little 'stiffie' growing right now?"
Your cheeks flushed, you slowly nodded 'yes.' You seemed to get even
harder as the Blonde used such childish words like 'tinkle' and
'stiffie' to describe your erect penis. How could she shame you like
this in front of this girl?!!
"If you are a sweet and absolutely truthful little boy, maybe Janet will
let you look up her skirt." the Blonde laughed, and Janet slowly shifted
position, letting her skirt rise a bit to show off a hint of stocking
Almost painfully, you nodded. That is what you wanted to see. But you
burned red to admit it!
"Very well. Janet, Little One seems to be quite interested in peeking up
your skirts. I think he likes ladies' undies, isn't that cute? Will you
indulge this naughty little boy and show him a bit more of your
lingerie?" She motioned Janet to stand.
Janet rose from her chair. The absolute picture of a prim and proper
lady. She bent down and took the hem of her expensive linen skirt in
both hands, then slowly straightened, raising the hem of her skirt a
tantalizing few inches above her knees!
She smiled innocently, like it was the most natural thing in the world
to do -- lift her skirts for your pleasure. She held her nylon clad legs
tightly together like a calender girl, the hem stopping just as the tops
of her nylons came into view. Then she turned around and looked coyly
over her shoulder. She bent over ever so slightly, showing off a hint of
white satin garter tab that tugged at her nylons. Your erection was
quite visible as it strained against the fabric of your trousers.
Not in your wildest imagination did you ever think this haughty young
lady would be coyly raising her skirt for you! It was a fantasy come
"Now you want to be good, and truthful, don't you, Little One? If you're
not truthful I'll have to ask Janet to lower her skirt."
"no, please, i'll tell the truth."
"Good, now you must tell me more about your naughty little secrets. I
will know if you are lying. And if you lie, you get punished, ok?"
You nod obediently.
"Good, now tell me, do you like lingerie?"
"Yes, Little One, ladies lingerie. You know, panties, nylons, bras, cami
tops, babydoll pj's, garter belts?" responded the Blonde.
"yes, I guess so."
Janet turned to face you. Completely innocent, but lifting her skirt a
bit higher, showing off her creamy thighs above the tops of her nylon
stockings. "Have you ever worn any lingerie, Little One?" she asked, as
she raised one leg provocatively, as you heard nylon rubbing against
How could she know??!! You fought hard to resist her!!!
"no, never..." but you feel yourself becoming more and more helpless.
"You are lying, Little One. Look at Janet. Tell me the truth, don't you
wish you could wear her nylons? Wouldn't those nylons feel so good on
your legs right now??" Janet was smiling sweetly, and slowly,
seductively moving her legs together as she held her skirts up ever so
innocently. "Nylons feel sooooo sexy, Little One! They make your legs
feel so silky and feminine. It makes me want to rub my legs together. It
feels so sexy!" Janet smiled, teasing you.
You lost your inhibitions. "yes,....i mean,... could i?"
"Could you 'what', Little One?" asked the Blonde.
"could i try wearing Janet's nylon stockings..." you whisper.
"But of course you can wear nylons, Little One. Perhaps you'd like some
nylon stockings of your very own? But what would a big strong man like
you know about ladies nylon stockings, unless you've actually worn a
pair? Have you ever worn women's nylons, Little One?"
"yes, once. i tried on some of my sister's stockings. i like the
feeling, but please don't tell anyone??"
"I won't tell a soul, Little One. You can share any and all of your
little secrets with me. I think you would look lovely in smooth nylon
stockings. Would you like to wear some back to your office today?"
Blushing, you shake your head, signifying you would like that.
Janet was standing there, raising her skirt higher, ever so slowly. Then
the white lace trim of her nylon panty came slowly came into view. And
Janet, striking an innocent, childlike pose, her left hand
absentmindedly holding her skirt aloft, and her right hand at her mouth.
She was sucking the tip of her right index finger.
"Since my little man knows all about nylon stockings, I should think
he's also worn panties, is that correct, Little One?" Janet asked.
"yes, but just once. i swear!"
"How do they make you feel, Little One?" asked the Blonde, smiling.
"Pretty, and -- in a hushed voice -- naughty, and....and....like a.....
little sissy." you whisper.
The Blonde was delighted, in a very soothing and understanding voice she
continued, "But of course, like a sissy. You would feel like a sissy,
what with wearing panties and nylon stockings. Do you sometimes wish you
could wear soft, pretty undies like a sissy?"
"no...i mean...well....no." you stammer.
"The truth, now, Little One." she demands.
"well...yes...i mean...ok....yes, maybe just to see what its like."
Janet continued to lift her skirt, she took the hem almost above her
waist. Your eyes grew large with surprise. Janet was not wearing a sexy,
French cut panty, much in vogue with today's women. Rather, she was clad
in a pink rumba style panty, dripping with white lace and ribbons. The
kind little girls wore!
"Tell me, Little One, what should Janet do to make you feel like her
little sissy?" the Blonde continued.
"make me dress-up like a girl."
"Just any kind of girl? Would you like to be my little French maid, with
frilly panties and a short skirt? Or maybe my little girl, in a frilly
smock?" asked Janet.
"please don't make me say." you plead.
"Oh, you must answer, Little One! And right now!" Janet demanded.
"like a little sissy...... maybe even like a little sissy baby." you
"Like a LITTLE SISSY BABY??Y!" Janet giggled. "Tell us more, Little One."
You are excited, but very anxious about saying anymore.
"He liked the last one, the 'Little Sissy Baby' comment, go further,
Janet, we almost have him." the Blonde commanded.
"Good LITTLE SISSY BABIES must suck their thumbs. Go on now, put your
thumb in your mouth and suck for Mommy Janet." she commanded as she
turned around to show you the frilly bottom of her panty.
You can't help obey. A grown man, a powerful executive, sucking his
thumb, trying to be a good little sissy baby. You lie there in your
Brooks Bros. suit, erection pushing forward, sucking your thumb like a
"Very good!" Janet smiles, "such a good widdle one! My special, widdle
panty baby." she cooed in baby talk. Janet is now in control of the
secession. "Now tell me all about your special fantasies, your LITTLE
SISSY BABY secret fantasies. Cause if you're a good and truthful Sissy
Baby, I'll MAKE YOU WEAR MY LACY LITTLE RUMBA PANTY. You can even wear
it back to your office!"
Janet moves close to you, still holding her skirt high. The Blonde takes
your hand and gently moves it over Janet's nyloned legs. Your erection
gets even stronger. Slowly Janet spreads her legs and the Blonde moves
your hand past her smooth thighs. Janet smiled and turns around, letting
the delicate lace of her ruffled panty tickle your hand. Your erection
is so strong that you've spotted the front of your trousers, as you feel
the ultra-feminine lingerie of this beautiful, black, vixen!
Then Janet unhooked the clasp at her waist and let her skirt fall to the
floor. She stood there wearing a sexy white silk blouse, white lace
garter belt, nylon stockings, high heels, and those frilly rumba
panties. She looked for all the world like a sexy sophisticated woman
who 'just happened' to loose her skirt!"
Janet knew he was as good as hooked now. "But little BOYS don't wear
panties, do they, Little One?"
"If you are going to be MY sissy baby, you are going to have to be my
LITTLE GIRL BABY. Would you do that? Would you be my pretty little girl
"yes, I will....but please don't tell anyone??" you whisper.
"My sissy baby GIRL??" she asks, as if confused, "do you want me to
dress you all up like a little baby girl?"
"yes..." you whimper.
"What does a sissy baby girl wear? Tell me Little One." she gently
"a diaper," you whisper, "a diddy and panties, and a baby bonnet and
booties, and, and.... pwetty ruffled panties like Mommy has on."
The Blonde psychologist presses a button and begins a slide show of
various exotic fashions. "Tell me what you like from these pictures,
Little One. Tell Mommie Janet what makes you most excited."
The first slide showed a pretty, young woman dressed in a puffy, short
sleeved, little girl style, pink party dress. She was wearing pink
panties with white, eyelet ruffles sewn across the seat.
"Should I make you dress like that girl, Little One?" asked Janet.
Janet nodded, and smiled. The proceeded to show you a number of slides,
carefully measuring your reaction to each. You moaned with excitement at
a sexy young lady wearing a naughty French maid outfit, and loved the
pictures of pretty young women dressed in juvenile costumes of
pinafores, petticoats, ruffled panties and pretty stockings. You reacted
strongly to a young woman in a Brownie Scout Uniform with an indecently
short skirt, and swooned over a lace tiered wedding dress; not to
mention your reaction to a can-can girl costume and short-skirted leggy
model dressed in diapers and baby bonnet!
At that point they redirected you back to the infantilism theme.
"So you want to be my sissy baby, my little girl sissy baby," cooed
Janet. "Tell me, if you were my little sissy baby, would you WET YOUR
DIAPER for me?"
You stir, not even sub-consciously wanting to talk about this, but..
"If you won't wet, you can't be my sissy baby." she pouted.
"yes, Mommie Janet, i wet ....your sissy baby girl, please." you beg.
"Ok, Little One." Janet smiles, stroking your erection through the male
trousers. I wish I could get you very wet, right now, Little One. But I
can't send you back to work in wet pants, now, could I?" she cooed. "I
want you to dream about how Mommie Janet is going to make you dress up
like Mommie's Little Sissy Baby, in a cute lil pink diaper..."
You are sucking your thumb hard, and obviously near ejaculation.
"Yes, very soon my precious lil macho male going be Mommy Janet's very
own lil sissy baby. Wearing a pretty pink diaper, ruffled plastic panty,
lovely lil baby dress, cute lil baby bonnet and when he wets, Mommy
Janet going to change her lil sissy and make him dry. BUT ONLY IF YOU
you nod, eager to please Janet.
"SO, EVERYTIME YOU HEAR ME SAY THE WORD "BABYKINS" YOU WILL HAVE AN
UNCONTROLLABLE URGE TO WET, JUST LIKE A REAL BABY. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
"yes, Mommie Janet."
"Any time, any place. If you hear me say "BABYKINS" you will wet
"yes, Mommie Janet."
"and when you hear the words, "SISSY BABY," YOU WILL GET AN ERECTION AND
HAVE THE IRRESISTIBLE URGE TO PLAY WITH YOUR TINKLE AND IMMEDIATELY CUM.
REGARDLESS OF WHERE YOUR ARE OR HOW YOU ARE DRESSED!"
"yes, Mommie Janet."
"And your last command, Little One, "SLEEP BABY." When you hear me say
"SLEEP BABY" you will immediately fall sound asleep.
"Good," the Blonde concluded, "let's return him to normal. By the way,
tomorrow I want you to order a complete set of costumes, all of those
that excited him: little girl frocks, French maid outfits, brownie
uniforms, can can girl outfit, wedding gown, prom gown, and loads of
lingerie and babyish accessories!"
"It is time to end the secession. You understand he is a real bastard
where beautiful women are concerned, and that he will most certainly
move to both seduce and dominate you -- perhaps in a most cruel way. Are
you certain you are strong enough to go through with this until we
arrange for the role reversal?" the Blonde questioned.
Janet nodded. "It won't be easy, but I can put up with it for a week or
two. Just until we arrange the reversal. Anyway, if I find he's becoming
to cocky, you've given me "BABYKINS," "SISSY BABY," and "SLEEP BABY" to
distract him." she giggled.
Janet nodded, then spoke directly to you, "Ok Little One, it is time to
come back to the real world. When you wake up you will feel relaxed and
ready to go back to work. You will only have some very vague and
dreamlike impressions of what went on here. But you will have an
overpowering urge to seduce and sexually dominate me. Do you understand?"
You nod your head. In a few minutes you seem to awake from a light sleep.
Aggravated over dosing off with these two bimbos (that's what you
thought of the Blonde and Janet), you ask, "Well, did you learn anything
interesting today?" Your voice laced with sarcasm.
Janet is once again the prim and proper young lady. The Blonde responds
to your curt question. "A very productive secession. I expect you will
learn to value Janet's expertise in her position as your new assistant."
"What!! Now see here," you explode, "I will not have this little bimbo
as my new assistant! Just who in the hell do you people think you
are?!!!" you rage, the epitome of the aggressive, male executive.
Standing, you begin to storm out the door.
After you leave, the girls smile... Your training begins in full
"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 almost enough. I
hate that male bastard!! Are we ready to put phase two into operation
"Yes, dear, we are. In fact we will today. I've had my operative in
accounting, Roger, doctor his expense records so it appears he has
embezzled over $40,000 during the past year. You may turn the tables on
him today, if you wish."
"With pleasure!" Janet smirked "I've had him pawing me, making sexual
"But dear, that's exactly what I wanted. I want you to resent this man.
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 for
that idiot!" Janet fumed.
"True. But it is over now. You begin taking control today.
"Janet, get your bla...., get your butt in here right now!" you screamed
over the intercom.
"Yes, 'sir'," she responded, quickly entering your executive office with
her note pad in hand. She was wearing a dark blue, tailored suit today,
with sheer nylons and white high heel pumps. She still looked prim and
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 polished
executive 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 little
black bitch! Now I'd like you to take off that skirt so as I can see
what you'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 stay in
prison....that is, after they take you away from here in handcuffs."
Janet proceeded to explain how she engineered what appeared to be a case
of massive fraud against you. You examined the documents and knew you
wouldn't stand a chance of getting out of this one. She had been too
"You'll never get away with this!" you begin to protest, but it does no
"Too bad Little One. Now, be a good "BABYKINS" and let MOMMIE JANET
enjoy the moment.
Suddenly, you experience an uncontrollable urge..."no, this is stupid.."
to..."Oh my God!" You were unable to stop. You had absolutely no
control! You were helplessly wetting your expensive Brooks Bros.
"Oh My! I...oh...please, don't just stand there!!! Do something!" you
scream, shocked and embarrassed by your actions! "janet! I...er...I
don't know what happened!! Please help me!" you begged.
"What should I do, Little One? Change and diaper you? You little sissy.
My big, tough cocksman, standing there in wet pants! How could I ever
have been intimidated by you! I'll even bet wetting your pants excites
you, doesn't it? You'd you like me to change and diaper you like a SISSY
BABY??? Well, SISSY BABY??"
By now you had stopped wetting and were totally humiliated, standing
there 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 and
immediately found a rock hard erection. In a crazed frenzy you began
stroking your erect penis and within seconds started shooting hot cum
into your soiled underpants.
"SLEEP BABY" commanded Janet, leading you down to the floor. "Things are
about to change quite drastically, Little One. Starting with those wet
trousers." Janet walked over to your desk and dialed a number in
Acounting. "Hi Roger. Yes, Little One is fast asleep. Come on up. I
can't wait to show you Little One's new wardrobe!"
Peacefully, if suddenly, asleep. You had no idea your humiliating state
was on display to the man you used to ridicule.
"Oh my! He IS a mess!" giggled Roger. "Poor little dear is wet and icky!
That will never do! We must get our little darling into dry diddies."
"Exactly," cooed Janet, as she produced two suitcase filled with very
special clothes for her "little one." "Like to see his new outfits?"
Roger couldn't wait to see them. He was almost beside himself with glee
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 a
delicate pair of sheer, black lace crotchless panties he giggled,
"Slutty, very slutty! Only a cocksucking little slut would wear
something like this!"
"Do you really think so," shot back Janet, with a straight face.
"Hmmmm," she carefully examined the black panty, "that IS a thought! I
think he'd do very well as a little cocksucking slut. But let's not
forget about that virgin little rose bud he's been sitting on!"
"Dear yes," laughed Roger, "better order a couple of tubes of KY Jelly
for our little girl, for when 'he' has his cumming out party!"
"Take a look in the second suitcase, Roger. We're going to start Little
One out at a somewhat younger age. It will be a bit before he's ready
for black lace and nylons."
"Oh, Janet, you didn't tell me he was into baby girl drag too!" Roger
laughed as he picked up a frilly pink baby bonnet specially tailored to
adult size. Holding up a pair of pink nylon panties, very full cut and
dripping with white ruffled lace, "He'll look adorable in these! He'll
be so mad he'll just piss!"
"That's why I'm also pinning him into a nice fluffy diaper." kidded
Janet. "As a matter of fact, I signed him up for the "Little Princess
Diaper Service" to make sure he always has plenty of fresh, pink
"Oh, a BABY girl! I adore it! That will drive him crazy!" vamped Roger.
"Ah huh, sugar and spice and diaper him twice! Now lets dispose of his
silly male clothes. I want him stripped completely before I apply the
dilatory to get rid of all that nasty male body hair!"
They stripped you of your male clothes and carefully applied a lotion to
remove all your mail body hair. Roger sprinkled a mixture of baby powder
and itching powder over your bottom before pinning a pink flannel diaper
He delighted in Janet's choice of lingerie and pulled the adult sized
rumba panty over your diaper. Rows of white ruffled lace against the
pink nylon of the panty would have caused most little girls to swoon
with delight. Most males would be embarrassed enough to purchase the
juvenile panty for a child, let alone be forced to parade about wearing
The rest of the outfit was, in Roger's terms, "outrageous......"
You woke up in a daze, but immediately realized that a great many things
had changed! Your hands were secured behind your back with stainless
steel handcuffs, and you heard the soft rustle of taffeta as you tried
to stand up....
"Well, Little One is finally awake, what do you think of your new
outfit?" smirked Janet.
You felt shock and horror...and arousal...as you realized what she had
done! You were dressed in an exceptionally frilly little girl style
sailor suit dress!!
The white dress, with powder blue piping, was trimmed in eyelet lace.
Little blue anchors adorned the jumper collar, and the ultra-short skirt
spread wide, like an umbrella, with starchy white crinoline petticoats
billowing out beneath like a tutu. You felt completely exposed....and
You expensive male haircut was covered under a "curly top" wig complete
with sausage curls and reminiscent of Shirley Temple.
It was the most feminine dress you could imagine, made all the more
embarrassing since it was a juvenile parody of a male sailor's uniform!
The choice couldn't have been more humiliating for you.
Your ruffled, pastel pink panty was completely visible beneath the
childish petticoats! Worse yet, it was quite apparent from the well
padded panty seat, that you were obviously wearing a DIAPER!
You wobbled to your feet as you tried to stand, and saw you were wearing
white baby shoes and little lace trimmed ankle sox.
"what have you done....please get me out of this..." You were horrified
and also terribly excited at the same time. Was this a dream or
nightmare come true? To make matters worse, you felt an itchy,
irritation around your crotch, but the handcuffs made any scratching
"Hush, Little One, or Mommie Janet will have to take you over my knee
and spank her little baby." Janet giggled as she inspected her
handiwork. "Oh, I almost forgot, what's a baby girl without a precious
little baby bonnet." 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
his little girl's skirt and ruffled panty. You, LITTLE ONE, are the
joke, my joke!"
You reacted to the key words and immediately grew a painfully hard
erection, but with your hands cuffed behind your back, you couldn't
reach your hard-on. The itching seemed worse too! Janet laughed as you
tried to rub your legs together -- doing a ridiculous little dance -- in
a vain attempt to stimulate your itching cock. You had no idea WHY, but
you had the 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 and
down exposing your pantied and diapered condition.
"Good," she smirked, as she stood infront of you. She gently lifted your
skirt and petticoat, completely revealing the bulging front of your well
"Oh, good. I see you approve of your new outfit. You are an adorable
little sissy, Little One. I never would have suspected how frilly little
dresses 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
in your eyes. "Little One seems to like his little diddies, he has a
nice little stiffie poking up in them. You helpless little SISSY BABY."
But she would not let you cum just yet. Gently grabbing you through the
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 to
flip up, completely revealing your pantied and diapered status.
Mortified, but powerless to fight the erotic suggestion of SISSY BABY
you 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 when
dressed like a simpering little toddler!
"Ok, SISSY BABY, it's up to you. If you want to cum, you'll have to
personally invite him into your new nursery, do you understand, SISSY
Tears in your eyes, the SISSY BABY code word created an irresistible
urge for orgasmic relief! Crying in shame, you nodded your hear for
Janet to let Roger come into your office. "No, Little One, you must ask
him to enter. And do so in a little SISSY BABY voice."
"Woger, pwease come in to my owwice, plwease." you lisped, still
helplessly 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 look
absolutely adorable in our little panties and petti's? That can't be
your big bad macho boss, could it, Janet? He's much too BUTCH to be
caught in little girl drag."
Roger was certainly in his element.
Janet was openly laughing now. She reached down, pulling back the
elastic of your panty, and her hand went into your diaper. Every so
slowly she gently stroked the shaft of your erect penis. "Yes, he's
really not very 'macho,' unless it's macho to prance around in a little
dress and ruffled panty.
You burned with shame, your eyes downcast, but still wiggling around on
Janet's lap trying to achieve sexual relief.
"Whatever ARE you doing to our little sissy, Janet. You are going to
make that poor man..I mean, well I guess he's not much of a MAN, what
with wearing a little girl's dress and all....well, with that poor
little sissy's 'tinkle.' You are going to make HER panty all wet and
Burning with shame you moaned and wiggled on Janet's lap as she stroked
your 'tinkle.' You tried to block Roger out of your mind.
"Oh no, Roger. Our little sissy doesn't have to worry about wetting his
panty with cum, he's wearing a DIAPER!" Tears of humiliation began to
trickle down your cheek. "Come over and feel."
Janet motioned Roger over. She took his hand, pulling back the elastic
of your panty, and guided it into your diaper. "He can cum, or ever
piddle his panty, and stay nice and dry."
You winced as Roger reached into your diaper and felt your hairless
"Oh a DIAPER! PANTIES AND A DIAPER? How absolutely campy. And I always
thought he was so 'butch' but, he really IS a Sissy!! Perfect! And
hairless too! 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 precious little sailor suit! Goes so well with your frilly little
You were dripping pre-cum, and you could feel your 'tinkle' slipping
between 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 to
pet 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 you
like 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, knowing
full well that phrase drove you wild with desire. "Can 'she' sing or
"No! Leave me alone, Get away you little faggot!"
Fringing shock, "Calling me a little faggot. Hmmmmm, dearie, I'M not the
one wearing FRILLY BABY PANTIES AND A DIAPER. Now come over and sit on
Roger's lap and we'll give you a little bottle to suck on. And if you
are a good little baby, Roger will change your diddy when you wet."
"Fuck you, Roger! Fuck all of you!" you rage. "I'm getting this stuff
off, 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, bad man.
Well, go ahead, BABYKINS, let's see just how macho you are." smiled
"Oh! Noooooooo!!" But it was too late, your erection deflated in an
instant, with pleasure replaced by an uncontrollable urge to urinate.
"I think our little girl needs to go potty," smirked Roger, "need to go
wee wee, Little One? Oh DEAR! JANET!!! I think it is too late! Perhaps
you should re-name him 'Lil Miss Piddle Panties'!"
You jumped and twisted, trying to hold it, determined not to do this
infront of Roger. "Do you need to go potty, BABYKINS?" asked Janet.
Bent over in a cramp. Your hairless legs together, shaking. You felt the
first, awful squirt of hot liquid escape. Crying, legs clamped together,
you started to helplessly wet your diaper. Since the diaper was only one
layer thick soon a wet spot had appeared on your panty seat. A stream of
liquid ran down your hairless legs. YOU WERE WETTING LIKE A BABY!
Roger giggled with delight. "Oh the big, tough, macho man is wetting his
diaper! How sweet. I may be a 'little fairy' but you are nothing but a
naughty little piddle panty baby! I think Janet ought to keep you in
diapers for weeks, if not months to come!"
"I think we can remove the handcuffs from our little sissy. He's not
every going to give either of us any trouble, are you, SISSY BABY?"
Again, the erection grew, and you knew you were helplessly in their
"Get some wet one's out of the diaper bag, Roger. I'll let you change
our little girl today. That is, if Little One will say please, with
sugar and spice on it."
With tears in your eyes you looked over at Roger. You were so helpless
in 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 this big
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
had you pinned in a nice fluffy diaper, and had pulled a new ruffled
rumba panty to your waist.
"Janet, how are you ever going to get this big baby back to his
apartment? You don't have any male clothes for him to wear. He certainly
can'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 a
tinted glass visor that would completely concealing the face of the
"Here, Little One, put on the helmet. You're going home now. On the back
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 office see
your pretty new clothes tomorrow morning.....the choice is yours."
Thankful of at least some chance to hide your identity, you accepted the
helmet, and followed Janet and Roger out of your office. Since it was
quite late in the evening, all the office personnel were already gone.
All you had to do was get past the security desk to be out of the
You prayed no one would see you dressed like this. Even though they
couldn't see your face, it was obvious you were a male dressed as a two
year old girl.
The elevator opened. Thank God no one was there. Roger and Janet, one on
each of your arms, assisted you inside. You felt completely exposed and
helpless, but at least you were dry. You also hoped no one would notice
your 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 diapered
like 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 little skirts
and petticoats bobbed up and down, exposing your ruffled pantied bottom.
Then you turned the corner and faced the security desk.