The next day after they had apparently had an adult Conference to consider my request, Mommy and granny said they were ready to grant my wish, but that they had to be first convinced of my sincerity. They had come to the conclusion that I would first have to write 5000 lines in neat handwriting of ”Dear Mommy and Daddy, may I please have my teeth removed so that I can be a better sissybaby, please?”
5000 lines! Having to write punishment lines was used regularly as part of my discipline, but the highest number of lines I had ever done was 500,and that took me two days to complete! A quick calculation told me that it could take me three weeks before the task was completed. Mommy said that this was necessary for them to convinced that this really was my wish, and that I could refuse this with no other consequences than that my teeth would remain intact. She also said that even after starting I could also stop my line writing exercise any time without repercussions, but that the regime for doing the lines would be the same as for any punishment lines.
The normal regime meant, that I would be made to kneel in front of the small desk specially made for the purpose in a small windowless cupboard -like room reserved for line writing punishment. The desk was also fitted with stocks in which my ankles would be locked for the at least two hour long writing session. And after being locked and before starting to write I would have my nappy and plastic pants taken down for a dozen swats with a paddle or a strap.
Punishments lines were never written with a pencil or ballpoint pen , but with an inkpen you had to dip after every line again into an inkwell. It was slow work and had to be done very carefully as one ink stain on the paper with room for fifty lines meant that you had to start the whole page again even if you had written 49 lines.
Nevertheless I did not hesitate to take on the task as I recognized that to back down now would destroy the credibility of my desire to prove myself as a good sissybaby.
The next weeks were really tasking as Mommy or whoever was preparing me for my line writing session would taunt me by reminding that I did not have to go through this before delivering the required dozen swats to my bottom.
Finally after maybe three weeks my task was completed and I proudly presented Mommy the neat paper with the last 50 lines. She was impressed and patted my head promising that I would soon have the soft toothless sissybaby mouth that I wanted and needed.
And only five days later I was woken in my crib and put in the highchair for my potty-time, but I was only given a bottle of pee and no mush as I was told that I was going to be taken to the hospital for my teeth operation.
We set off in our car, me secured in my special big baby seat, dressed as usual in my sissybaby finery. The exclusive private clinic was not far and soon I was signing the admission and consent papers. I wasn’t expected to read them but I did notice that the operation had been ordered already more than two weeks earlier, and again a warm feeling of happiness engulfed me as I understood that Mommy and daddy had trusted me to come through with my request from the very beginning.
The bed in the hospital room was fitted with a pale blue plastic sheet. Standing beside the bed was a hospital pottychair. I was made to sit on it by the two nurses attending to me, after they had first filled me with a huge enema. After a half-an-hour of emptying my bowels I was wiped and dressed in hospital clothing, not unlike my sissybaby attire with a nappy, pink plastic bloomers and a nightie. Having examined and weighted my budding sissytits they decide that I would also need a bra, which naturally excited me to no end, particularly as it was made of the same plastic material as the hospital bloomers.
After a round of tests and samples taken from all ends my teeth were x-rayed and a cast taken of them. I was then given some pills and left to rest before they came to take me for the operation.
When I woke up after the anesthesia had worn off I felt lightheaded and had a mouth full of wadding. I was also attached to an IV feeder and the nurse who came to see me said everything was fine and my mouth would be sufficiently healed after two days for me to be taken back home.
And so it was. When Mommy and daddy came to fetch me they were told I could immediately go back to my normal sissybaby diet. I was dressed back in my own clothes (with a dry nappy), given my pacifier to suck on and taken to the car.
We did not drive straigth home, however, but stopped at a piercing and tattoo shop where Mommy and daddy had reserved an appointment for me, for I would now have a teething ring permanently secured in my mouth. The shop was familiar to me as I had been taken there already years ago to have my depilated crotch tattooed over my wee-we with the name Sissybaby Pansy.
The ring was made of hard pink rubber and was had a few cms long slender chain which was to be attached to the ring which would be put on the tip of my tongue once it had been pierced.
The procedure did not take long. The feeling in my mouth once it was over was incredible, and I immediately loved it. Being able to chew on that rubber ring with my soft and sometimes itching gums was simply unbelievably soothing, also while sucking on my pacifier.
Of course with no teeth and the teething ring in my mouth my speech was henceforth reduced to almost incomprehensibly sissybaby babbling, but that was not a great loss as a sissybaby wouldn’t have anything interesting to say anyway. What was important that the adults in our household were sufficiently able to understand my baby talk, especially when I had to plead to have the potty.
Here I want to tell you how my pottytraining had worked. When it was started I was at first mortified by the humiliation it entailed, but gradually I have not only come to accept it but also to appreciate the trouble my caretakers have gone through with the pottytraining. Now I no longer feel ashamed about using a potty, on the contrary I try to time asking for the potty so as to have as many people watching and commenting. I feel very proud when they commend me on being such a good babygirl in doing my poopies in my potty and when they make appreciating remarks about my little chastity cage. Where I earlier tried to sit on the potty as quietly and inconspiciously as possible I now make a point of loudly farting and I enjoy the reactions of the adults looking on which range from nose wrinkling to broad laughter.
My toothless sissymouth attracted a lot of interest. Daddy used it at least once a week, as did many of his guests. One of them was Mr Black, who I was told to expect a visit from one evening. To my surprise Mr Black turned out to be our regular postman who seemed very much to enjoy letting his load into my mouth. So much that granny, who was looking on, came up with the idea that maybe Mr Postman needed relief during his working hours as well.
So it was decided that every day after my breast feeding when the postman was usually delivering our mail - unless of course I was doing other chores or undergoing some other discipline which was quite usual - I would be left to kneel on the front porch, with my back to a pillar holding up the roof of the porch and with my hands cuffed behind my back and the pillar. If in the mood for it, which he usually was, the postman could remove my paci and enjoy a blowjob. He like most of those who hump my mouth like to do it with the teething ring inside, but it can always be pushed out to hang against my chin if that is what Sir wants.
To be continued
