"Forced, Extreme Regression to a Baby-Like State" (MATURE CONTENT)

[kadillac]

So I'm kind of into being placed in a straitjacket so I mixed that with an Adult Baby-dom scene and here's what came out.

Warning: It's an erotic short story, incomplete, with much mature content. If you are placed at unease by BDSM themes or Adult Baby situations DO NOT READ!


The Beginning:

Being 26, a college drop-out, working at Target and living in an apartment in a bad area of town isn’t easy, I must say. So, I found other ways of coping with my awful life-BDSM. Nothing hardcore, I just liked to be dominated. It relieved stress and made me feel whole inside. It may sound weird, but it was a fantastic way to relieve stress from life as a whole.

It began on a wet February day, I was looking online for a female Dom in the Houston, TX area. I found one interesting classified ad that claimed to be “forced, extreme regression to a baby-like state. Call 281-555-5555.” I was intrigued, mulled it over, and called the number. “Hello?” A sweet voice answered, and in a matter of no time we were setting up a straight four days of dominating sessions. The price was $250, extremely reasonable and I obliged. I took a week off of work, and in the first week of March, I got everything in order, left my house, and drove to downtown to meet this lady.

A bright, orange 50s-era Thunderbird graced the driveway and a beautiful, quaint little cottage stood out among the dreary urban tones of the neighborhood. I walked to the door and knocked, and was greeted by two barking dogs, as well as a beautiful young lady with blonde hair, moderately sized. She invited me in, and we agreed, signed over a few things, and I wrote her the check.
“Do you have complete and utter faith in my ability to take care of you for these four days?” She sweetly asked. I smiled and warmly replied, “Yes, of course.” She stood up, smiled again, and strode off and told me I could watch TV if I chose. I sat at the table instead, admiring the beauty of her house, charming knick-knacks filling the walls, and various pictures scattered along the decadent wallpaper. I sat there, glazing at the ceiling for roughly 20 minutes…time ticking awfully slow.

There was no warning-without any hesitation she forcefully grabbed my head, placed a pacifier in my mouth, tied it tightly behind my head, and quickly moved downwards and pulled my hands back. I started yelling, in shock, before she placed a thick coat of canvas in front of my head. I moved back and forth on the chair rapidly, but she, with great force, yanked my hands through the canvassed armholes and pulled the coat tightly behind my back. With one hand holding the coat tightly on my chest, she slowly threaded my hands through a loop on the front, and secured them with the strap extremely tight and close to my chest. I came to realize shortly she was placing me in an institutional straitjacket. I thought, “this isn’t much for ‘regression to a baby-like state’” but went with it anyways. In a matter of no time, she had tightly secured it around my back, locking me in the jacket, but only to add a strap through my legs held firmly by the loop in the middle for security’s sake. I started panicking, but she, with continued force, led me to the bedroom at the end of the hall. Inside, was a gigantic crib, with locks on each end. She said, “Now be a good baby and don’t move for mommy,”. I obeyed. She pulled down the front of the crib, before coming back to me and forcefully pushing me into the crib. When I was on the crib, she brushed my jacket and said, “Good baby, I’ll be back soon,” before locking the crib in four places, draping a pitch-black sheet over the crib and leaving.

I must’ve moaned through the locked pacifier for hours before she returned. She, with that smile, undraped the crib, unlocked it, and said, “Awww, baby looks so sad…let’s get him out of that Posey straitjacket and into some normal baby clothes and a fresh crisp diaper.” I was apprehensive of the diaper, but I had little choice as she had control of me for these four days. She carefully removed the straitjacket while still holding me down tightly, her knees on my chest. Once the straitjacket was off, she held me up and told me not to move. She untied the pacifier, and went to the closet and came back with a variety of objects-a pink, adult-sized onesie with the word “Baby” embezzled on the front, but also baby powder, a thick white diaper, and a pink pair of plastic pants with ruffles on them. I began to think she was a lunatic. But, once again, there was not much I could do without faking a heart attack or something. She then pulled me over to an adult-sized changing table and undressed me completely. Smiling, she reached over to her cabinet, and pulled out a can of Barbasol, a razor, and a bowl of water. For the next 30 minutes, she saved me completely bald. “Now he’s much more babyish,” she said cutely as she rubbed lotion on my newly bald crotch. She pulled my butt upwards and cleared the table of any pubic hair into a garbage can next to the table as she started to pour baby powder on my crotch. It felt very cold, and the smell was something that reminded me of being a child. She then picked up the diaper, which was embezzled with a huge “Baby” tape panel and strapped it onto me tight. The feeling was odd, it felt like sitting on a cloud. She patted the diaper, and said, “Does the baby like the diapers? These are extra childish, perfect for a cute child like you.” I said, “Never worn a diaper before, actually.” Suddenly the smile was wiped from her face, and she started frowning at me. “Babies do not talk like adults, babies don’t talk at all!” She flipped me over angrily and pulled out a paddle and started beating my butt. She must’ve whooped me 30 times before I started crying hysterically. I hadn’t felt pain that bad in all my life. “Now baby will be good! Right?” She demanded. I shook my head up and down. “Now let’s finish diapering him.” She said sweetly once again.

She pulled me up and slid a tight-fitting pair of “Rhumba”-styled plastic pants over my diapers. They were pink and white and locked at my waist. She pulled them tight across my waist and locked them. She then grabbed the onesie and helped me pull it over my head, lovingly as if I were, in fact, a baby. She pulled it to my crotch and snapped it together. It pulled my diaper extremely close to my crotch, and the shirt was unbelievably humiliating. But “this is what I wanted,” I thought and chose to bear it. “Awwwww, he looks adorable.” She smiled once again. Next, I was tossed back into the crib, but this time I was free-for now. She sat on me, and pulled from underneath the crib two arm restraints, two ankle restraints, and a thick leather belt for my chest. Lovingly she tied them to me, and began brisking her hands through my hair. “Just so your not tempted. If you’re a good boy, then I might let you out.” She left the crib open and walked out for 5 minutes before returning with a bottle of formula. “Time for bottle,” she said. She sat next to me, and forced the bottle in my mouth. Normally baby bottles do not start flowing until the baby sucks on it, however her bottle was cut in the middle and I could not stop the disgusting formula from flowing into my mouth. I spit it out, but she forced it in stronger and I was eventually forced to drink it, despite gagging and coughing it up every now and then. Eventually it was empty, and she smiled and said, “Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”. I thought, “Hell yes it was!” Yet, I refused to say anything for fear I’d be spanked. She placed the pacifier back in my mouth and tied it again so all I could murmur out was a gurgled muffle. She once again locked the crib and draped the cloth over the crib before saying “Good night sweet baby” and closing the door.

….To be continued….

[member]

more more

[tjtj]

very good start

[Tyrlova]

Interesting... I would like to see more.

[tdlrfootedpjs]

Neat, keep going!

[Boogeyman]

You're not really subtle, are you?

This a fapfiction or are you planning on placing plot into it at some point?

[BabyIan]

I like it.

[BostonDL]

+1 for me

[teenbaby96]

mann I hope it continues soon, this is good stuff

[baby628]

where is the next part this is good