Sissy Baby Danielle ❤️

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Your wife dropped you off here she signed a few pieces of paperwork and drove away. You were told you were going to have a little bit of sissy diaper fun. Your wife rarely plays into your sissy diaper kink so you were overjoyed when she told you that you'd get some sissy diaper time today. So excited that you didnt even notice the paper on the counter top that said you'd be spending 30 days or longer at a real sissy live in regression school. Your wife had paid for 30 days and an option to stay longer. You had even signed the paper yourself without even knowing it. The invoice has been paid and the day is here. Your wife got you dressed up super cute she strapped you into your little safty seat and away you go. Now once you arrived you were taken by to large females who must have been twin sisters and they were bigger than any man you'd even seen. They grabbed you and you knew you were not going anywhere. It didnt help that your wife drugged your baba with a sedative that makes your large muscles work at 40% strength. You cant walk, you cant stand for more than a few seconds, you cant do much of anything but breath and fuss. Your restrained in mittens and spiked booties. Then a nice straight jacket to help keep you warm and secure on your first day. It helps all new sissies adjust a bit better.

You are wheeled into a room with 2 amazing women holding a stash of diapers. They talk amongst themselves about you but do not directly speak to you. You are unable to speak as the twin women who restrained you locked a massive penis pacifier gag harness into your mouth. You cant speak and all you can do is concentrate on not gagging and puking as you've got a 7 inch cock locked tightly in your mouth. This will become your new normal. When your here your mouth is to be full and gagged at all times. This is what they call a small penis pacifier gag. How the hell bad could the large one be? You'll know soon enough. Your now diapered and all dressed up. Gagged and helpless. Your diaper is wet and you have to mess soooo badly but the massive plug inside your sissy bum wont allow that. So you'll have to sit and cramp like a real girl. Now its time to get you secured into your sissy cribby.its got several locking points and its very reinforced and well built. We have an Amish friend who supplies all of our wooden furniture. Now get inside and get comfy sissy girl its going to be a very very long time before you earn any time outside of your sissy crib.

"Guuugghhhhhh… Whhuuuuuhhhh… Muuhh-muuhhh…"

What were these sounds coming out of her mouth? How on earth could she be doing this… and in front of hundreds of random people on the internet? What was she even doing… or thinking?

Assuming she even was thinking?

Her hand slipped rhythmically back and forth, up and down, pausing and then in its fitful stroking at the thickened bulk between her legs. Yes, she was wearing a diaper: an oversized, bulky, undeniably thick and infantile diaper. Beneath a pair of tights it might be, sure – but sheer as they were, there was zero doubt about exactly what sort of mortifyingly babyish underwear she was wearing… and in full view of everyone.

But of course. Of course her diaper was on display. No sense in hiding the very garment that was the main attraction, right?

The fingers of her right hand clenched around the little baby bottle, its familiar warmth pulling her back into the hazy memories of the many previous times she'd held it like this. Sure, there'd been a time when she'd winced and grimaced in disgust at the idea of posing with such a babyish accessory – let alone drinking from it.

And yet… it was so useful. Its contents were so delicious. And when, in full view of the camera, she slipped it between her rosy lips… when she suckled and was rewarded, gulp after pulsing gulp, with the creamy, mind-soothing formula within… well, it no longer mattered just how babyish it might be. It tasted heavenly, and the viewers went absolutely wild over it. Besides, the longer she suckled and stared over the pastel plastic into the swirling depths of her special trance video, the more fuzzy and happy and stupefied she began to feel…

She'd grown to love that sensation: the feeling that even now she felt approaching like a familiar friend. The sensation of being limp as a warm dishrag… safe as a dreaming kitten… wrapped securely in warm happiness and the unspoken conviction that all was right in her dream-shrouded world…

Yeah, her ba-ba was probably hella medicated. But that wasn't really a problem, was it? The streaming platform she worked for provided all the formula she could drink, gratis. And if she was ever tempted to worry about things too much… well, there was always that custom-made trance video to take her mind off things, and to remind her that any trips she was taking were also fueled, at least in part, by its mind-bendingly shimmering swirls.

Was she hypnotized? Was she tripping? Or maybe both, simultaneously?

She didn't know… but neither did she really even care anymore.

Sure, she sometimes felt her adult brain kicking back – as it had been just now. She was embarrassing herself, it would scream. This wasn't normal. No sane person would ever dress up like a literal baby and whore herself out, playing on camera for hundreds of presumably horny strangers. She had to stop – take control – end her contract and with it this massive, horrifying nightmare of a mistake…

But fortunately those moment were becoming less and less frequent as time trickled by.

"Bbhhuuuhhhh… Gguuhh- gguuhh…" she babbled, no longer aware of the muscles within her throat that were producing such sounds. They were simply happening: emerging from the world around her, the soundtrack of her own mindless regression. Her eyes shifted, threatened to focus…

…and then went blank once more.

Into the screen she stared now, limp and calm. Her hand, which had paused in momentary confusion, lapsed back into its rhythmic ministrations. In the quiet room, nothing now could be heard but the steady, soft ssshhhhh of her hand over her babyish white tights… and crinkle of the bulky diaper beneath… and now and again, amid the pulse of her heavy breathing, the little burbling moans of longing and pleasure from her wordless lips…

In other words, the perfect soundtrack to titillate her ever-devoted fans.

Image Credit: @abdreams

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Curtsy

Bent Over

Missionary

Ballerina Turnout

The door opened and Miss Travers walked in. Her boots thudding on the carpet, leather catsuit creaking with menace.

She stared down at the sight on the floor, her eyes scanning the scene like a hawk. The smile played across her lips as she took the first detention class of the term. Amelia and Abby blindly shuffled around in the leather straps binding them into a frogtie. The open leather hoods tightly over their heads, ball gags jammed in their mouths.

The spiteful crotch ropes were added to the armbinders painfully pinning their arms and shoulders behind them. Abby’s generous backside jutted out as she tried to get comfortable in her bonds. Amelia’s crotch binding was especially tight as each struggle pulled the rope in tighter. Her leather shorts providing little relief.

“A truly shameful display in your first lesson, bitches. Mrs Wenlock went easy on you too.”

She pressed a boot against Abby’s back and dug the heel in.

“Surely you have enough padding to take a little boot? You’re lucky I didn’t run out of rope to bind your piggy body up.”

Abby yelped as the boot kept pressing her flesh. Amelia growling through her gag to try and distract the sadistic bitch. Miss Travers stopped and knelt down next to Amelia, yanking the crotchrope hard.

“You wanted my attention, Amelia? Be careful, girl. You might just get it.”

Travers stood and she went over to the large TV screen on the wall.

“I’m going to play back this morning’s lesson from Mrs Wenlock’s class. You will both watch your humiliation and note it well. I’m sure it is a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Amelia couldn’t forget. The classroom was a sex offender’s paradise. The leather clad Mrs Wenlock ordered the girls to sit on vibrating dildos fixed to each chair. The desks themselves were fitted with manacles and the students were made to gag themselves as they wrote out lines for an hour. She winced at the thought of the cocks springing into life at random intervals and torturing the captive class to forced orgasms, while trying to write their lines out.

Both Abby and Amelia were deemed to have failed the lesson, as the sexual torture rendered them helpless. But the memory wasn’t enough for the hateful Miss Travers, as both girls had their hoods removed and the ball gags exchanged for panty gags sealed with grey vinyl tape. As an extra treat, each crotchrope was now fitted with a bullet vibe taped to it.

“The batteries are fully charged, and we’ll now settle in for a nice recap of your failure. Any more cumming tonight, will result in a spell in the box.”

The girls were at Miss Travers’ booted feet and the vibes began to insidiously work them over. They shifted and grunted, but the relentless rubbing of the ropes against them began to take its toll. Amelia let out a moan of sheer sexual release as she couldn’t take her eyes off the footage. Just seeing Abby in an equally helpless position finished her off….she shuddered like a junkie as she humped the rope over and over. Abby quickly followed suit, her ample chest heaving as she too gave in to the vibe.

Travers started laughing and pointed her phone at the hapless friends, their orgasmic torture certainly giving her plenty of entertainment.

“Just wait until the faculty see this bonus footage. Clearly you’re both sex crazed bondage sluts. Maybe Madame Beauregard’s methods will fail after all. You enjoy it too much. As for you, piggy…..I’m going to enjoy fucking that fat ass of yours with the foot long dominator.”

The door was flung open and the Madame swept in, no doubt alerted by the noise. She glared at Miss Travers and snatched the phone from her hand.

“I’ve told you before, Miss Travers…..detention isn’t playtime for anyone. This is a disgraceful act against these girls. You will release them at once, and we will be discussing this first thing tomorrow.”

Miss Travers did as she was told, glaring at Abby and Amelia all the while. She spitefully ripped off the thick tape gags and whispered that this was only going to get worse. Madame Beauregard watched on and then took the girls to their room.

What would tomorrow bring?

“There you go Claire. All shaved, nails painted, eye brows plucked, breast forms glued on perfectly, wearing a matching bra and panty set, bound and gagged, butt stuffed with a vibrating plug, and most importantly your little clitty locked in a pink cage. Since it is late, we will wait until the morning to do your makeup. I’m so glad we found each other on that dating site. We are going to have such a fun weekend together, where at the end, I’m sure you will want to stay my sissy gurlfriend. Tonight you will stay in the basement where I’ll be playing sissy hypno all night to help make you except this a little better, although based on all the twitching I see going on in your panties, I think you are already enjoying this. Don’t worry Claire, I’ll be a caring mistress to you. Now get some rest tonight.” Brandi said as she kissed Clark‘s gag.

Clark went out for drinks with some coworkers after work one Friday. Eventually it was only Clark and Emily left. Clark was feeling pretty good, but Emily had paced herself. She convinced Clark to come back to her place for some fun. She had a plan, that she was finally ready to set in motion. Once they got back to her place, she didn’t waste time and told Clark she always had a fantasy of making out with a man dressed in feminine clothing. At first Clark was hesitant, but he had a crush on Emily, so he agreed to give it a try. So she quickly got to work and transformed Clark into a passable female. Clark was wearing black satin panties, pantyhose, a long dress. Once he was dressed she got to work on his makeup. She finished his look with a nice long wig. She had some heels for him to wear. Clark being a little tipsy, never wondered why she had all of these clothes in his size. Truth is Emily had been wanting to do this for a while and she took her time getting measurements on Clark, so when she could finally dressed him up, everything would fit. After she strapped some heels on Clark, she had him practice in them. Once he got a little decent in walking in them, they went to her couch and made out for a little bit.

The Haunted House

One night Clark was out drinking with his buddies. They began talking about the local “haunted house”. Eventually one thing lead to another and Clark was dared to go spend the rest of the night in the house. Clark being a non believer accepted the dare. So the group of friends made their way to the house. Clark went in and started looking around. Clark didn’t discover any ghost. In fact there weren’t any ghosts in the old house, but there was a group of women that like to kidnap and feminize men that were using the house as a hideout. They were a little shocked to find Clark stumbling around the old house, but they quickly took advantage of a new sissy coming to them for a change. Being drunk, Clark was easily over powered and knockout by the women.

When Clark came too, he found himself strictly bound with rope and hanging from one of the rafters in the attic. He then noticed he was he breast forms glued to his chest. He was dressed as a woman. He could feel a ponytail from the wig that was put on his head. While Clark was out the woman also applied make up and pierced his ears. Clark tried to yell for help, but realized his mouth had been sealed shut with a nice tight tape gag. Clark’s struggling got the women’s attention and they came over to watch their new captive struggle. The leader of the group spoke and told Clark how grateful they were that he came to them and they didn’t have to go hunting for a new slave. She explained they they were a group of women that believes in female superiority and they travel around and kidnap men to train as sissies and sell. They find old rundown houses to use as their temporary headquarters. And since Clark came to them, they would be able to get out of this town a little quicker. While she was speaking the other woman pulled down Clark’s panties and his penis quickly betrayed him and showed that he was more than a little turned on by this. The women all laughed and made fun of Clark’s little erection and commented that this was why all men needed to be under the control of women as sissies. The leader played with Clark’s penis a little, but before she was allowed to cum, she locked it away in a pink chastity cage. What they pulled out next, frightened Clark. They approached him with a bottle of lube and a butt plug. Before he knew it, his ass was stuffed and vibrating. Clark hung there defeated and moaning from the feeling of the vibrations and his twitching caged clitty, as the women started packing to get ready to depart.

Eventually morning came and Clark could look out the attic window and see his friends return to see if he survived the night. He had hope that he might get rescued. Clark noticed his friends looking for him and eventually start coming towards the house. Clark’s kidnappers noticed this too. Clark started struggling and moaning as much as he could. What Clark didn’t realize that the way his moaning was echoing through the house sounded like a ghosts moan. And his struggling was causing creaking noises throughout the house as well. His friends, who had barely made it into the entrance way, got really scared and took off running out the front door. Clark could see his one chance of rescue running away out the window.