"Sleep Like A Baby"







What a wife puts up with and now at the end.

Years of being married Carol and Dan seemed to be

going in different directions.

Carol found a friend close friend called Patty.

Dan seem to have taken to a 9 to 5 job and stop by

the pub have a few drinks and come home and finish

off till he is drunk enough to pass out till morning.

Time for a change and new training.


The Problem with Dan and his drinking. He awoke to

a familiar dull, throbbing headache, resolving once

again to never have another drink of alcohol.

That oath would last until this evening, when he would

be drunk my nine, passed out by ten.

But what guy wouldn't drink, married to that tight-

assed, frigid prude?

Last night was a good example.

He wanted a few cocktails and even invited her to join

him, but no, she was too good to do that. So, he drank

hers as well.

To top all then her dyke girlfriend came over and

started running her mouth as well. He was just about

to smack her when he passed out. Interfering bitch!

He'd settle things with her tonight.

Dan started to sit up but found he couldn't. Something

held his arms down. Panicking, he struggled but to no

avail. Then the lights crashed on, blinding him.

Squinting through the glare of a hangover and

airplane landing lights, he saw two figures looming

over him. His wife, Carol, and her lezzie friend.

Daniel who he always called Dan, stood next to the

bed. "What's she doing here?" he demanded, still

trying vainly to sit up. "A man's not even got privacy

in his own bedroom!" The women looked at one

another, and simultaneously said "Man?" and

giggled. Patty said to him, "Patty will be around for

awhile. You'd better get used to it, sissy!" What do

you mean SISSY! With that Carol whipped off his

covers, revealing her brutish husband wearing a pink

babydoll nightie. "What? How did this get on me?

What have you done?" he yelled. The women

laughed, secure that his bonds would keep him tied.

He thrashed about some more, yelling threats,

promising violence. Dan grabbed his hair and pulled

his face close to hers. "That's what got you into

trouble last night," she hissed. "You started to hit

me, when Patty broke a bottle over your head.



Then the fun began. Don't you remember, baby?

" He recoiled from her words. Everything was fuzzy.

His head did hurt at the back. So did his ass, but he

couldn't even move to get comfortable as his legs

were tied down, apart, as well. "Untie me!" he

demanded. They just laughed. "Or what?" asked

Patty. "Well, I... uh... I have to pee," he answered,

his voice dropping noticeably. "Go ahead, your diaper

will protect the sheets, though it won't help protect

your pride. Come on, sissy. Wet your pants like the

baby you are." He became almost contrite, trying to

reason with them. "What's with the baby stuff? Why

are you calling me a sissy?" Daniel again pulled the

covers away.

"That is why you are our sissy, dressed in a diaper.

Now do you understand, Baby?"

He stared in disbelief at the garment fastened around his waist.





It was a diaper, with plastic pants build into it.

"But how... why?" he mumbled.

Patty laughed. "How was easy, last night.

We did quite a few things with you, since you were

being so cooperative. And why? Well, little babies

can't control themselves and need protection.

But, you feel you're not a baby, then don't wet your

diaper. Oh, go ahead, sissy she smiled.

That's what it's there for."







She lifted up the hem of his nightie to show him the

plastic panties covering the protective garment.

Last night's excesses were returning, and he

desperately needed to pee. He pulled at the ropes

holding him, and shouted threats. The two women

merely stood by and looked down at him.

Eventually the inevitable occurred. Straining, still

fighting his own body's needs, he gave in and flooded

his diaper. Both women pointed and giggled as the

clear plastic revealed his defeat. Dan could only turn

his head away, humiliated. He was helpless.
.

For the next twenty-for yours he was forced to endure

their infantilization, drinking from a baby bottle, being

fed with a small spoon, and constantly teased

verbally.




Carol had something even more evil in mind for their

new baby girl. Patty laughed when she heard her

friend's idea, and eagerly laid out the waxing

materials. Dan couldn't see just what the two women

were doing. They had gathered some items, and were

excitedly laughing and giggling. Turning and

whispering to each other turned and smiled

"Now,"Carol announced, "we're going to get rid of

all that nasty hair on your body. Soon you'll be baby

smooth." Dan yelled and threatened them as the jars

were opened. A warm, sticky wax was applied to his

arm, then a cloth strip patted in place. With no

warning, Patty ripped it off, tearing a large amount of

hair with it. Dan almost yelled, but kept his

composure. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction of

whining like a girl. They continued, each strip

painfully pulling vast amounts of hair from his skin

The constant pain was having its effect, and soon Dan

was cringing before each wax application. His chest

and back were finally finished, and they started on his

legs. He was at his pain threshold when they reached

his pubic region.


Carol poured the hot wax over him, then applied the

strips. "No, no please!" he moaned. "Not there,

please leave me something! It will hurt too much!"

The women both pulled the strips of cloth at the same

time. He screamed, a shrill, feminine sound, and

continued to sob like a baby, blubbering incoherently.

Patty felt sorry for him momentarily, until she

recalled how often he had insisted she wax her pussy

for His pleasure. She refastened his diaper and put a

pacifier nipple between his lips.





Surprisingly, he meekly sucked it and went to sleep