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Just then Jill returned and stood in front of me. Looking me straight in the eye, she gave her final instructions before departing. After what seemed an eternity, we pulled up to Myrna's spacious suburban home. As if by magic, the garage door opened for us, and we pulled inside. Mm….,' said Steve. He felt funny in his tummy, and knew he had to hold his breath and push with his muscles. He looked at Janet again, hoping that he could keep what he was doing a secret from her. Janet smiled kindly as his bowels released some of their contents into his well-soaked diaper. At first, I was not interested. It did not turn me on and i did not see any benefit to me. However, he brought the subject up several times and it caused me to think again. Obviously, he was turned on by the idea; it seemed fair for me to play along — at least a little; for the sake of marital peace. As I once again stood at attention in the center of Myrna's beautifully appointed living room, she sat in a large green velvet chair and crossed her gorgeous legs. For a few moments there was silence. I was actually sweating.

What a SISSY!" she declared in a loud voice. "Look at yourself! Don't you feel just a little FOOLISH dressed like that here with your mother-in-law?" You are nothing but a pathetic excuse for a man. No. You're not even CLOSE to being a man. Look at yourself! Dressed in a sissy-fag babydoll nightie and Sally and Janet have their way with poor little diapered, waddling Steve. It's the end of his misadventures for now. I never felt so humiliated in my life. To think that I would be spending the next two weeks with this witch was unbearable.The new nappy was pulled up and over the older nappy and Sarah began flattening it out and getting ready to tape it up. The weekend was a huge success mainly due to my mothers training of Michelle which she says was a regime of punishment and reward with the judicial use of the strap on. She has encouraged me to continue with the same training which I find most enjoyable; Michelle has in turn accepted fully her role in life and is a very attentive maid. My mother and I now share the benefits of Michelle for domestic support with all that that entails. I nervously followed her into the living room, my sissy baby-doll swaying to and fro, my heart pounding. I briefly took a glimpse of Myrna's sexy hips wiggling sensuously in her red-hot tennis skirt. I pressed the button to close the garage door, and nervously entered my mother-in-law's house - a fluffy little baby-doll, perched on 5-inch heels - feeling every bit like the little sissy I knew I was. I closed the door behind me, and stood alone in the mirrored foyer, awaiting the woman who be my cruel, stern Mistress for the next two weeks: my mother-in-law! Baby food.” Sarah said sharply, “It’s your dinner and it is the only dinner you will be getting tonight.”

Sally settled down on the floor next to him, and pulled up her blouse. She pulled at the Velcro strip of her bra cup and held her big brown nipple to Steve's lips. Your Aunty Kirsty is going to be babysitting you. George will be there so you two will be able to have all sorts of fun.” Sarah smiled.

In addition, every day you will be given one full dosage of Viagra-Plus. I'm very interested to see what kind of effect that will have on your behavior!"

After about a half-hour, I wasn't even a quarter-way through the pile. It was then that Myrna returned and sat in her makeup chair behind me. I could see her reflection in the mirror, as she looked me up and down. Janet pretended to ring Sally, who had been staying only a mile away in the guest lodge hidden near the gate. The women had been meeting daily to discuss Steve’s progress, or regress, and Sally was now in the parlour with the phone on intercom.She led me into her amazing bedroom .. richly appointed and totally feminine. I stood there as she opened a dresser drawer and dumped an enormous pile of her panties onto the bed. Janet was surprised at how long it had taken for him to lose his bladder control. Sally's choice of subject was always spot on, and this one was so handsome too! Sally's months of hypnosis, starting with the deep and meaningful at the executive retreat, usually meant that the diuretics only took a day to complete the job of robbing the subjects of their childhood training. Well, tell her what you're doing with the trains, darling,' said Janet. She loved the way they were often half aware of reality at this stage, but could not think fast enough to act other than as they had been programmed. I knew from Day One that you were no man. Certainly not man enough for MY daughter! I really am very happy she found Tyrone. Now THERE's a REAL MAN!" She might marry this one for real, too, Janet thought, thinking of all the meaningless ‘civil ceremonies’ she had performed with their ‘subjects’ over the years, Janet in disguise as a marriage celebrant.