It says that the original author is Fashionable Wet and was posted by SissyBecky.
I hope its not repeated.
A SISSY'S LIFE:
The distinctly unmasculine life and times of an incontinent sissy in diapers
The sissy spent most of his time in his Nursery, a room decorated in a particularly juvenile and sissified fashion. The pink polished linoleum floor, white walls, and pink enameled furnishings spoke volumes about his sissified and infantile lifestyle. And the adult-sized crib with locking top bars, changing table, high chair, and playpen continued the theme. There was a sink near the changing table and a little pink plastic "potty" sitting in the corner, open to the room.
His life was not very interesting, nor very pleasant. His days were filled with wet diapers, smelly rubber pants, runny, bland baby food, and boredom. His nights were long, as he had a strict bedtime of 8 30 the next morning. His long nights were filled with fitfull sleep, wet diapers, sticky rubber crib sheets, and more boredom.
But according to Jennifer, the sissy deserved such a pitiful fate. According to her, he had dated her and got her to marry him under false pretenses.
"He tried to pass himself off as a man, when he's really just an impotent little sissy."
A woman scorned is not to be messed with. Through clever legal maneuvers, cruel medical procedures, and good old-fashioned pussy whipping, Jennifer had turned her "little hubby" into a dependant, diaper-wetting, effeminate sissy, as meek and controlled as any infant. She was now not only his so-called "wife", but also his legal guardian, to do with as she pleased. He had no money, no driver's license, no contact with others without Jennifer's permission. And his considerable inheritance (Jennifer thinks having all that handed to him helped make him into the brat he became) was also now hers to do with as she pleased -- and she was pleased to spend it!
The sissy, living in the Nursery for over a year now, has a pretty set schedule. Bottles of warm milk or watered down apple juice (with diuretics mixed in) are frequently given. And he's fed mushy baby food on a regular basis. Already skinny and untoned, life in the Nursery with meals fit for an infant has made him weak, pale, and lacking in energy or concentration.
Jennifer quickly got tired of caring for him. She wanted to spend her time shopping and "lunching with the girls" and going to parties to meet big, handsome men. So she hired Cindy, a pretty, shapely young woman who is going to night school, as the sissy's "Nanny." Cindy seems nice at first, but she is quite strict with the sissy -- which Jennifer agrees with and encourages. And to fill in as "babysitter" now and then, there is Janey, a high school senior from the neighborhood.
The sissy wets his diapers day and night of course. But he is allowed the priviledge of very nicely asking if he can "go potty" for other functions. In order to get a positive response from his Nanny he must use a babyish voice and use the exact words ". . . need go potty, pwease."
Of course, he is only allowed to use his little pink "potty" in the corner of the Nursery, and he is always watched by one of the women who supervise him. Jennifer sees no need for the sissy to have any privacy while sitting on his potty, and no need for him to be allowed to preserve any undue pride or dignity. He is a pitiful sight sitting on his little potty, his diapers and plastic pants tangled at his ankles as he strains to relieve himself. Occasional loud "fart" sounds echoing off the Nursery walls just add to his considerable embarrassment.
On the relatively rare times he is permitted out of the Nursery into the "adult" areas of the house, he must always sit on the floor, never the furniture. And he must also always either be in his playpen or sitting on a pink rubber sheet spread on the floor.
"I certainly won't have him having an accident, like with a pair of leaky rubber pants or something, and messing up my nice house. Besides, the nice furniture is for adults, not some infantile little sissy like him!" Jennifer states firmly.
But as much as the sissy hates his life overall, it is Saturday nights that are the most distressing to him. Saturday is pretty much always "date night" for his wife Jennifer, as she is often involved with some hunky man or another. And besides, she has begun divorce proceedings against the sissy, stating "unable to consumate marriage" as just one of the reasons she desires her immediate freedom. Soon the sissy will be single and Jennifer will remain his legal guardian and in control of his affairs -- but free to have affairs of her own and re-marry when she falls in love with a real man.
The sissy's Nanny sometimes has a Saturday night date too. And that leaves sissy under the moody , bratty supervision of Janey.
But Saturday is a sort of "date night" for the sissy too. It is the only time each week when, if he's been good, he is permitted to play with himself. But even this activity, which he once enjoyed so much that he did it to excess, is now just one more humiliation along the way.
You see, sissy is "sissy" for a reason. He has about the smallest little thing any adult could have. Jennifer refers to it as his "wee-wee" and insists everyone do the same. And he looks even more juvenile and small there because all his public hair is kept shaved off since he is diapered all the time.
"It would show disrespect to men to refer to that soft, ineffectual little thing with the same terms we use for a real man's beautiful cock. So "wee-wee" it is -- now and always!" she decreed.
And sissy also has to always wear his little "device", an ingenious thing Jennifer and one of her boyfriends dreamed up and had made. It is a stiff pink plastic tube molded into a distinct curve. It slips snuggly over the sissy's wee-wee and locks on with a thin stainless cable that straps back under his sack. Then the device is tucked between the sissy's legs and another thin cable from it's tip runs up his backside to a ring on the inside waistband of his waterproof pants. The sissy's waterproof panties all have cabled, locking waistbands. So, with the device secured and in thick diapers and rubber pants, the sissy is simply unable to play with himself at all. This way there is no need for anyone to waste any effort or thought on supervising him or putting him in restraints. His little "pee-pee" (another name that is permitted) is simply locked away in his diapers -- it's only possible function is for wetting himself.
As a side note, the device also makes the sissy wet his diapers towards the rear. So he is diapered as a girl would be, with the heavy "soaker" panels positioned between his legs and up his rear.
"I discovered he's pretty much a girl in bed anyway," Jennifer reports, "so it's only fitting he's diapered as one too."
A recent Saturday afternoon and evening will illustrate why the sissy hates his life so much.
Just as he was getting into his silly cartoon shows after a nice, spoon-fed lunch of strained carrots, mashed beef, and apple sauce and a nice bottle of warm buttermilk, Jennifer walked into the Nursery and sharply announced "It's nap time for you, sissy. I'm going out for a bit and I don't need you getting into mischief! Into your crib right now!"
The sissy knew it was hopeless to resist. The TV was shut off immediately and he toddled over to his crib and climbed in. He was dressed in his usual daytime outfit of diapers, rubber pants, a tight, small T-shirt with "Mr. Wet Pants" written on the front, and fuzzy anklets on his feet.
Before swinging the locking top closed Jennifer reached down and felt the sissy's rubber pants. "Well, you're a little wet -- but you'll last 'til Nanny gets back."
The sissy laid in his crib, not at all tired. Total boredom once again. The only event of his afternoon was wetting his diapers twice more -- pretty much soaking them. And his diaper rash, which he constantly had a case of, started itching pretty badly.
When Jennifer arrived home she let him out of his crib and told him to get on the changing table. She didn't need to check him -- she knew his diapers were always sopping wet after naptime.
"Your Nanny will be here any minute to change you, sissy. Oh, by the way, I have a another date tonight with Larry. You know, the football linebacker from the Ravens? Anyway, he's taking me in his limo to the best restaurant in town and then out dancing at the hottest club. He's a millionaire athlete, so he can get in anywhere he wants -- including in my panties, of course!
"It's a shame you aren't a real man. I think you'd enjoy making love with a woman in a satin-sheeted bed instead of spending a boring night alone wetting your diapers in a rubber-sheeted crib," Jennifer said with a light-hearted giggle.
The sissy moaned a bit in his humiliation.
"Oh, hi Cindy," Jennifer said as the Nanny walked in. "He needs changing -- as always. I'm going to take a nice bath."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'll take care of little Mr. Wet Pants here."
The Nanny walked up to the changing table quickly and pulled on a pair of long rubber gloves. She unlocked the sissy's rubber pants and slapped his belly so he would raise his bottom so she could pull them down off his legs. She flipped the wet rubber pants into a plastic laundry bin by the table before unpinning his diapers and telling him to "raise" again so she could slide the soaking wet diapers out from under him. She tossed the heavy diapers in his big pink plastic diaper pale with a resounding "thud."
"Well, sissy -- I see your diaper rash isn't any better today," Cindy said. "I guess when you spend so many hours of the day and night in wet diapers all closed up in waterproof panties, that's what you end up with."
Nanny wiped him harshly with oil and then sprinkled powder on him. With no pubic hair and his pink chastity tube tucked between his legs, he basically looked like a girl in the diaper area. Nanny then had him roll over quickly so she could powder his bottom as well.
Then the Nanny placed a soft, thick diaper on the rubber sheet of the changing table. They were white, but had the word "special day soaker" stamped on a particularly thick area in the center. The sissy's diapers had been custom made, and were very absorbent. He also had a supply that were stamped "special night soaker" and an intermediate diaper simply stamped "naptime special."
The "soaker" area was placed under the sissy's bottom and drawn up between his legs with his wee-wee tucked back between his legs. Then the diapers were quickly and simply pinned on him like an infant's.
"Now for some fashion decisions, sissy," his Nanny said.
She held up two pairs of waterproof panties. One was rubber and pastel pink with a few little ruffles across the seat. The other was plastic and was translucent pink.
"Sissy pink with ruffles in yummy rubber -- or sissy pink in totally-pee-proof PVC plastic. What's your pleasure Prince Pee-in-his Pants?"
The sissy sadly pointed toward the plastic pants. At least they didn't have ruffles.
Nanny slid the pink plastic panties up his legs. Grabbing the little cable from his chastity tube she secured it to the waistband cable ring of his baby pants. Soon his panties were locked on him and he was all set to go.
"O.K. sissy. Get your diapered rear into your playpen while I get settled in. I have a date tonight, and so does Miss Jennifer -- so I guess that means Jamey will be looking after you."
Later at 5:30 the sissy was in his highchair being fed by his Nanny. He had a big plastic bib tied around his neck and was being fed his dinner of well-mashed, boiled kiddie dogs, (basically a pink meat paste) creamed spinach, and prunes. His face was well smeared with all of these gourmet delicacies as his Nanny made little fuss about feeding him neatly. After all, he had his big bib on and a juvenile, sloppy, well-smeared face seemed to fit a sissy like him.
As the meal was being finished Jennifer sauntered into the Nursery in a loose, unbuttoned silk shirt and a tiny pair of white silk panties. She was made up for her date and her hair was prettily pinned up. The sissy gazed at her sexy body longingly as a big glob of spinach dribbled down his chin and plopped on his plastic bib.
"I don't know how you take this odor all the time, Cindy," Jennifer said with her nose crinkled up.
"I know -- it is a little ripe in here," Cindy replied as she absent-mindedly fed the sissy.
The Nursery always had a distinct odor to it -- the odor of pee-soaked diapers, wet rubber pants, and sour milk. But the sissy spent so much of his time there he barely noticed it anymore.
The sissy stared at Jennifer in her open shirt and tiny panties. Jennifer often appeared in front of the sissy in her panties or her nightie or a sexy teddie. He was a sissy with a tiny, soft penis locked into a chastity tube and locked into (usually wet) diapers and waterproof panties. He was entirely sexless to her and to any other female who saw him. In fact, Jennifer had once commented to Cindy that she actually felt more self-concious semi-dressed in front a girl than in front of the sissy.
"A girl is at least a sexual creature -- or she might even have lesbian thoughts. The sissy is -- well -- he's less than nothing in that regard, of course."
"Wow, Jennifer -- your hair looks hot up like that!" Cindy commented as she missed the sissy's mouth with a big spoonful of mashed hot dog and smeared it across his chin to his ear.
"Well, I hope it looks hot -- that's the idea tonight. Wait'll you see the dress I'm almost going to be wearing. It's cut down to here!" she said as she pointed at a spot on her soft, perfect tummy below her navel.
"Are those the panties you're wearing?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah. Dior silk Brazilian-cut. Do you like them?" Jennifer said as she spun around showing her perfect butt in the tight, very high cut panties.
"Hubba-hubba!" Cindy said.
"Well . .. my plan is . . . after dancing at that club . . . is to sit in the back of Larry's limo and pull them off under my dress and hand them to him. I mean, he can get in my panties ANYTIME he wants, Cindy. You should see him -- he's handsome, tall, giant shoulders, strong as a bull. And rich and powerful to boot. I mean -- what's not to like?"
"I'll tell you a secret. If he wants a blow job in the limo -- I'm saying "Yes, Sir" and dropping to my knees immediately!"
The sissy had a very sad look on his messy face. And he was surprised when he felt himself uncontrollably wetting his diapers too. He looked down and this clued Cindy in to glance under the high chair tray to see the tell-tale color change on the wide crotch of his pink plastic pants as the sissy's warm urine puddled under his bottom.
"All this talk of wild sex has made sissy loose control. As usual he's soaking his diapers. See, you can tell by how his plastic pants get dark," Cindy commented.
Jennifer took a quick glance, but she didn't really care if the sissy's diapers were wet or dry.
"I think little sissy pants is distressed by all this adult talk, Cindy. But cheer up sissy. Remember, it's "date night" for you too."
"Yeah," Cindy said, "are you dating your right hand or your left tonight, sissy?"
Both girls got a good laugh out of that comment. It was odd to think about it, but the sissy had never made love to Jennifer and had actually never successfully made love with any woman. And in his present condition and situation, it was about as likely as him flying off to Venus. So the juvenile "pleasure" of playing with himself was as good as it was ever going to get for him.
"Well, I'm going to start getting dressed. I gotta glue part of this dress on -- wait'll you see. Anyway, I can't take the smell in here anymore."
Jennifer walked out, her tightly pantied ass wiggling girlishly as the sissy looked longingly after it.
His Nanny noticed the sissy's leering look and reached out and gave his messy face a surprisingly sharp "SLAP!".
"Don't torture yourself looking at her butt, sissy. Fine asses like that are the playthings of real men, like Jennifer's football hero -- they're not for a silly diaper-wetting sissy like you! Besides, your little wee-wee is so tiny and soft a girl would die laughing if you ever got the chance to try anything. You just leave the pretty, sexy women to the big boys . . . and they'll leave the diaper wetting and smelly rubber sheets to you!"
The sissy started to wimper as a nice red area rose on his messy cheek from having his face slapped.
Suddenly Cindy roughly shoved a big pacifier in his mouth.
"SHUT UP and suck on that, you silly sissy!" she yelled.
"I have to clean up a bit in here. I think I'll leave your face just the way it is, though. A sloppy eater like you can just spend Saturday evening with dried spinach and kiddie dog on his face," Cindy said as she untied his plastic bib.
The sissy sat in his high chair, squirming a bit in his wet, squishy diapers and sucking on his pacifier as his Nanny cleaned up.
Soon Jamie breezed in, wearing a miniskirt and a tight, short-sleeved sweater.
"Hi, Cindy -- how's little "sissy pants" doing this evening?"
"Oh, hi Jamie. He's wet again. And just as much of a sissified nuisance as ever."
"Oh, well -- I'll take care of him. What a girl won't do to earn money to buy her boyfriend a nice present for Valentine's Day," Jamey said with a sigh.
Jamie leaned over and looked at the sissy's smeared face.
"I see our little gourmet had kiddie dogs again. I had a delicious lobster last night with my boyfriend. But I don't think too many sissies in diapers ever get lobster -- though come to think of it, you do have the bib for it!"
Cindy and Jamie talked for awhile about clothes and men and other "girl" things, ignoring the sissy sitting in his wet diapers in his high chair.
Then there was a gasp from Cindy as Jennifer walked in wearing a green floral Versace dress cut down to below her navel, down to her waist in back, and slit almost to her crotch in front. The fabric was sheer and flowing and gathered with a pin at the front of her panties, which just barely showed if the light hit right under the dress. On her pedicure feet were a pair of $600.oo Manolo Blahnik stilletos.
"What'da think?" she announced with her hand on her hip.
"WOW!" Cindy said. Jamie just whistled a cat call, almost like a man would.
The sissy, of course, couldn't take his eye off the vision of Jennifer in the dress.
"Well, I don't think I'll be coming back here tonight after he sees me in this. I think this makes it pretty obvious I want him to fuck me all night long," Jennifer said.
"Yes -- it certainly says that loud and clear!"
"Jamie, I want you to know that if you want to have someone over while we're gone it's O.K. as long as it's after sissy's bedtime. But only one person -- not a big party," Jennifer announced.
"Is it O.K. if my boyfriend comes over?" the high school girl asked.
"Sure -- I mean you're a young woman now so I see no problem with that."
"Sissy's bedtime is so early that's no problem. He probably won't get here 'til about Nine anyway," the teenager said.
"Sissy will have wet his night diapers and be drifting off to sleep by that time I would think," Cindy said.
The sissy was still staring intently at Jennifer in her sexy, very adult dress. Unfortunately for him his Nanny noticed his inappropriate stare.
Nanny strutted over to the high chair and grabbed him harshly and pulled him down out of it.
"How dare you leer at Miss Jennifer that way," she said as she dragged him towards the changing table. He waddled in his wet diapers as fast as he could.
Once near the table, Cindy unlocked his plastic panties and roughly pulled them down to his knees, then she unpinned his diapers and tossed them in his diaper pail before grabbing a big, hard ping-pong paddle and pushing him into position over the edge of his playpen and beginning to spank him very soundly. The paddle "Smacked!" loudly against the sissy's bare, wet bottom.
He looked silly bent over getting spanked with his pink plastic panties bunched at his knees. His bottom was soft and untoned so his flesh quivered each time the paddle smacked against his rear. To add to the sight, dribbles of pee ran down his thighs and collected in his tangled plastic panties. Jamie couldn't help but giggle at the pitiful sight.
Cindy just kept right on spanking him and scolding him for being "impertainent". Her arm would go back as far as it could and she would make a small grunt with the effort of how hard she spanked his sissy rear with the paddle. Over and over and over she spanked him as the sissy began to sniffle and cry. His bottom went from pink to a rich, deep red spotted with nasty-looked diaper rash sores.
Finally the Nanny stopped and stood him up sharply.
"Keep your eyes to the floor, sissy. You have no right nor reason to look at a beautiful woman dressed like Miss Jennifer is. She's gone to the effort of dressing sexy for her new boyfriend, a real man. And a sissy like you simply doesn't deserve to even be in the presence of such beauty -- let alone stare at her little some sick little PERVERT!"
The sissy was crying and sniffling, snot running out of his nose and mixing with the messy dried food caked on his chin. He reached back and rubbed his bottom, letting Jamie see how his little wee-wee was tucked securely back in it's little chastity tube.
Even at her age it was plain to see this was not in any way a "man" like Jennifer's date or even her own high school boyfriend. This well-spanked thing in front of her was really just what he was treated as: a meek, effeminate diaper-wetting sissy.
None of the three women felt the least bit sorry for the sissy. In fact in between giggling at his silly appearance, Jamie had waves of revulsion run through her at how incredibly pathetic he was. If anything, she suddenly thought, he deserved even more humiliations and spankings than he got!
"It's sissy's date time!" Jennifer suddenly announced..
"And so it is," Cindy said as she glanced at her watch. "7:00PM Saturday evening."
The Nanny went and got a square pink rubber sheet and spread it on the floor in the center of the Nursery.
"Kneel on your rubber jerk off sheet sissy," Cindy said. She then handed the sissy a pair of pink rubber gloves. (The sissy was never allowed to actually touch his wee-wee bare handed. In fact, the only things ever allowed to come into contact with his tiny thing were his chastity tube and a rubber glove on his hand.)
Jamie glanced over at Jennifer and asked, "should I , , ahh . . leave now, Miss?"
"No, Jamie. It doesn't take him long at all and it's no big deal. Kind of amusing the first few times you see it, actually. Then it just becomes as boring as he is."
Cindy bent down and unlocked the sissy's tube and stepped back.
"I have a date tonight, sissy -- so be QUICK about it or I'll lock you in and you'll have to wait until next week. You have 50 seconds, max!" Cindy said, "and don't you dare take your eyes off your rubber sheet, either!"
The sissy's rubber-gloved hand reached between his legs and pulled his tube off. Jamie caught a glimpse of his little wee-wee. It was laughably small, and the sissy's gloved hand covered it completely. Even a girl Jamie's age wouldn't even know something that small was in her. Totally useless as far as women were concerned, thought Jamie. Not that any female would be interested in such a disgusting creature anyway.
The sissy's breath caught a little and his hand began to move back and forth frantically.
"30 seconds and counting!" Cindy yelled. "You better hurry!"
Jamie began to laugh when she saw how fast the sissy's rubber-gloved hand began to pump back and forth. Soon it was just a pink blur!
In a few more seconds the sissy sighed and slumped and it was over as soon as it had begun.
Cindy swooped down with gloved hands and locked him in his tube again in seconds, pushing the thing back between his legs and pulling the cable up in back, effectively gelding him again.
Then she pulled a little pink plastic baby spoon out and reached down and scooped up something off the rubber sheet.
"Here you go, sissy. You know you can't leave your little messes around," Cindy said as she grabbed the sissy's head and pulled it back and fed him his own sperm.
Jamie grimaced at the sissy's humiliation. Having to jerk off like some pimply 12 year old was bad enough -- but then having to "clean up after yourself" by eating your little mess in front of women was about as low as she could imagine.
"Eating sperm makes you more of a sissy," Cindy said, "if it's even possible for you to be more of a sissy!"
The sissy just sniveled and rubbed his spanked bottom as he struggled to swallow his little load. He'd done it all for so long -- such humiliations were just his life now.
"O.K. -- up on the changing table with you so we can get you into your night diapers and ready for bed. We have better things to do on Saturday night than fool around with a sissy like you!"
Soon the sissy was wiped off and his thick night diapers were pinned on him. Then a big pair of pink rubber pants were pulled up his legs and his chastity cable was attached to the waistband and he was locked into them.
Finally his Nanny pulled a fuzzy pink T-shirt on him and tugged little anklets on his feet. The tee shirt had bold letters on the front that said, "My Saturday Night Date? -- Jerking Off, Of Course!" Cindy then got out a big pacifier and walked over to the sissy's "jerk off sheet" and rubbed the last of the sissy's sperm on the nipple before shoving it in his mouth.
"I know it's only 7:45, but since we all have dates I think it's time for you to go to bed," Cindy said as she led the sissy over to his crib.
The defeated sissy obediently crawled in and lay on his rubber sheets on his tummy, sucking on his sperm-flavored pacifier. The Nanny flipped his rubber top sheet over his legs and closed the top bars of the crib and clicked the locks in place to secure him for the night.
Jennifer walked over to the crib and said, "That was a pathetic show as always, sissy. And in front of your young babysitter, too! You should be ashamed of yourself. Well, sissy pants -- I'm off to finish getting ready for my date. And don't bother to wait up -- I plan on getting home about mid-afternoon tomorrow. But think of me around 1 AM when you're wetting yourself for like the fifth time. I'll be having LOTS of fun, since a real man will be making love to me."
With that Jennifer turned and sauntered, anxious for the rest of her delicious evening to begin.
"Well, Jamie, he's all yours -- you lucky girl," Cindy said as she began to pack up her things.
"Not really much for me to do since he's already gone bed-I-bye," Jamie said.
"No -- just pop in now and then. He's thickly diapered so he won't need changing until after breakfast tomorrow. He'll be completely soaked by then, of course, but those are thick rubber pants with tight legs and waist, so there's no real problem. Besides, he's in a rubber-sheeted crib over an industrial linoleum floor, so even if he leaks it's no crisis."
"That was pretty funny to see him play with himself. And I liked the fact that you had him do it real fast so he can't really even enjoy it," Jamie commented with a giggle.
"Yeah, I cut down his time every month. He started at two minutes when I came here. And now he's down to 50 seconds. By July he'll be down to 30 seconds, and by the Fall I hope to have reduced his little "pleasure" to 15 seconds or so. I mean, it gets boring to watch after you've seen him do it a few times -- so the quicker the better," Cindy commented.
"Well, I hope you have a good time on your date, Cindy," Jamie replied.
"Oh I will, Jamie -- I will. The guy I'm seeing right now is the polar opposite of little Mr. Jerk Off over there. This guy is so masculine and hot-looking and everything I don't think he's EVER had to "play with himself." He had girls begging him to do them when he was, like, 14 or 15 years old! And I know I'm not the only piece of ass he's getting now -- but I don't care, he's WORTH it!"
"Yeah, it's weird. There are guys like Miss Jennifer's football pro or your hunk who girls go crazy over and will do ANYTHING for -- even if they're cheating on them. And then there are "guys" like our stupid little bed-wetter there who we wouldn't ever let give us a chaste kiss even if they gave us a million dollars, NEVER looked at another girl, and waited on us like some little servant," Jamie mused.
"Well -- the luck of the draw, I guess," Cindy said as she walked over to the crib.
"Now you be good for Miss Jamie, sissy. Don't give her or her boyfriend any trouble or you'll think tonight's spanking was just a warm-up! I'll see you in the morning. But I'm not going to change you until after your breakfast, so plan on being in wet diapers for quite some time to come. Sweet dreams, sissy-pants!" Cindy said as she reached in through the crib bars and gave the sissy's rubber-pantied and diaper-padded rear a nice pat or two.
Soon it was just the sissy and his babysitter. Jamie turned down the lights near the crib and sat in the corner in nanny's chair and read a fashion magazine. After awhile she decided to get ready for her boyfriend. And she decided, like Miss Jennifer, to do it in front of the sissy. After all, he was locked in a crib, locked in rubber pants, secured diapered, and his tiny wee-wee was locked in his chastity tube. Besides all that he had just played with himself, so Jamie was confident that he wouldn't have been able to ":get it up" even without all those other layers of protection. (as if a girl needed "protection" from a sissy like him anyway!)
Jamie turned up the lights a little and walked over to the crib.
"O.K. sissy -- I'm going to give you a little lesson. It's a lesson about how a girl gets ready for her boyfriend. I know you have no experience with such things, so maybe you'll find it interesting . Though it's knowledge that will be useless to you really -- since your only "girlfriend" is your hand going back and forth a mile a minute!"
Jamie unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. The sissy perked up and looked at his babysitter's well-filled-out white lace bra. Then Jamie unzipped her Lee jeans and shimmied out of them, revealing her tight, baby-blue satin bikini panties. She reached back and deftly unclipped her bra and lowered it. Tossing it onto the chair, the girl cupped her breasts and gently bounced them.
"My boyfriend likes to play with these," she said slowly as the sissy's stare grew more intense. "It's something men get to do with their girlfriends. But I guess you wouldn't know about that -- being such a sissy."
Then Jamie turned around and wiggled out of her tight panties, her curvy rear only two feet from the crib bars. Covering herself with her hand, she turned a bit and tossed the panties to the crib, catching them on the secured top bars. The sissy's eyes followed the satin underwear.
As Jamie sashayed over to her bag she said, "Do you like my butt, sissy? Mike says I'm a real 'piece of ass' -- what'da you think?"
Jamie opened her bag and pulled out a sexy little lace thong and matching demi-cup bra and began dressing in them. She could see the sissy looking longingly at the panties draped over his crib top.
"You can go ahead and keep those panties, sissy. They're just a cheap pair of Penny's satin ones for day times."
The sissy reached up and grabbed the panties greedily and snugged with them in his crib.
As Jamie arched her back and reached around to clasp her bra she said, "They can be like your teddy bear or something. And maybe you can think about them and how silky they are when your Nanny lets you play with yourself next week."
Jamie stepped into high-heeled pumps and brushed her hair and walked over to the mirror to put on make-up and lipstick. In a few minutes she was finished, looking ravishing and sexy.
She walked over towards the crib slowly, the height of her heels making her hips swivel in a distinctly womanly fashion.
The sissy stared at her through his crib bars, the panties nestled in his hands at his chin. His tight little diaper shirt was wet with his drool, and his rubber pants ballooned out dramatically, betraying how thickly diapered he was.
"So, sissy -- this is what my boyfriend gets to play with tonight," Jamie said as she kicked her hips out of gear and stood in a sexy pose in her thong and half-cup bra.
Slick drool dribbled down the sissy's chin and oozed onto his already-wet T-shirt. As he stared at the untouchable girl, his hand went to the front of his rubber pants and he began to try and rub himself through his thick diapers.
Jamie laughed.
"Trying to play with yourself without permission?" she asked. "I'll leave a note for your Nanny -- and you'll get a spanking that'll make tonight's look like nothing!"
The sissy froze and slowly removed his hand and again clutched the girl's discarded panties.
"That's better, sissy. Even though I know you're locked in your little tube and in diapers so thick that you can't really do anything, I still think it's awfully bold for you to try and think of me . . . well, you know, that way. I mean, you just a sissy. I'm usually flattered if a man looks at me that way -- but with you -- well, with you it's just perverted!"
The sissy whimpered a bit and said softley through the crib bars, "pwease don't tell my Nanny -- my bottom hurts already and stings with my diaper rash."
"Well, O.K. Sissy. But don't even THINK of doing such a disgusting thing again. I mean, a pretty girl's body like mine is for men to enjoy; and a sniveling, diaper-wetting, impotent sissy like you shouldn't even be allowed to DREAM of being permitted to touch me!"
Jamie then continued dressing in a tight little black mini-skirt, and snug silk top, and nice sandals with 3" heels. She put on her make-up and brushed her hair and smoothed some lotion onto her legs and arms.
It was almost nine o'clock when she approached the crib. The sissy was sleepy and still clutching his new favorite thing, the girl's discarded panties.
She crouched down and reached in and grabbed the sissy's rubber pants and squeezed them, feeling his wet diapers squish underneath.
"You're pretty wet already, and it's still at least twelve hours before your next diaper change. You can't do much with your little thingy --but it sure can pee," she giggled. "Must be kinda uncomfortable with your diaper rash and all."
The sissy stared at her intently and sniffed her sexy perfume -- a welcome change from the unpleasant and distinctly babyish odors the Nursery was always filled with.
"Well, sweet dreams, sissy-pants. I gotta go and be ready to answer the door. My boyfriend should be here any minute now. Maybe we'll come and check on your after awhile. I think he'll get a laugh out of seeing you. And I'm going to tell him about you playing with yourself. Even at seventeen he doesn't have to do that childish stuff anymore. It's really pathetic you have to --but you are just a sissy, after all -- so I guess that's your fate."
With that she turned and walked out, her butt swiveling nicely in her tight little skirt. It was an image that haunted the sissy the rest of the night, of course.
THE END?
