Introduction:
I’m lying on my tummy in a full sized Adult Baby crib, my wrists are tied to the bright white crib bars and both hands are trapped in baby blue mittens. I’m wearing an adult baby onesie; covered in babyish farm animals. My feet are covered in woolly socks. I came into this position a month ago.
Here is my journal on how I was forcefully kidnapped against my will, lost my fortune of living, my home – my independence: only because I was thinking with my lust and cock, and not with my mind and instincts.
In detail I’ll tell you that I was turned from a social, well respected, and rich businessman into a worthless, grovelling, needy baby slave. A baby slave to a woman I hate both professionally and personally.
All I can say is this:
“If one wants to indulge in their sexual fantasies, use caution, for if not? Like me; I’ve been forced into this game – only in a short while – and I’ve become incontinent…and I know it’s going to only get worse. If you want my advice: don’t submit to a sadistic and eager ambitious bitch…you’ve been warned…for I was not…”
Prologue:
4 Weeks Earlier…
It’s a dark autumn’s night in Canary Warf, London. Within the tall One Canada Square building; located in a secured office room within the pyramid roof was me: Ms. Victoria Arrington – a C.E.O. of a wealthy – and growing – business. I didn’t wait long for one of my business partner to enter my office.
Ms. Victoria Arrington: 29-years-old, tall, curvy, long straight brunette hair, sadistic and powerful in the City of London.
“Evening Vikki, I did as you asked; not to tell a soul of this secret meeting.” – Whispered Ms. Megan Bennett as she sat down on a chair at my desk.
Ms. Megan Bennett: 28-years-old, short, slim, short black hair, busty chest, ambitious and well respected in the City of London and around Canary Warf.
Megan sat directing opposite me, waiting for me to speak…so I did:
“Here’s the thing: many investors want the company – our company – to go public onto the stock market the FTSE 100…of course the country is slowly coming out of the awful 2008 recession, but that’s not the problem. You know the problem Megan don’t you?” – I told Megan: my best friend and long life confidante, smirking with my tasteful lips.
“I do Vikki: it’s him.” – Megan sniggered in disgust.
“As you know: he’s not playing ball, he thinks that the ‘Greed is good’ Bullshit will pay-off. I will not let our growing company that economic boffins predict that if we were to go on the stock market; will be worth £500 million GBP. Our company must not go into ‘Chapter 11’.” – I firmly told Megan; she nodded in agreement.
“The longer we leave it…it worse it’ll get: the down growth value of the company, our advertising and marketing contacts will go to one of our rival companies for a cheaper rate. And not forgetting us losing our incomes and both of our reputations smeared because of that man and his arrogance.” – Megan told me. I nodded in agreement. Both I and Megan think on the same brain waves; we’re like sisters.
“So what is to be done Vikki? You must have a plan right? Otherwise, why bring me here to this secret meeting.” – Megan grinned in her iconic ambitious manner.
“We need to get rid of him Megan.” – I bluntly told Megan.
“We won’t get away with murder Vikki.” – Megan told me in a wary tone.
“Christ Megan! I don’t mean to kill him; we’re not the Establishment or the mafia…no I have a better idea and a more personal motive of pure destruction for him.” – I giggled.
“Thank heavens. I’ll never want to do prison time and lose my wealth for that man.” – Megan sighed in relief. Megan then looked at me:
“So Vikki, how are we going to ‘get rid of him’?” – Megan smiled. I looked round the dark office; making sure no cleaners was around to earwig. I pulled out a file document from my oak desk then passed it to Megan. Megan took hold of the file, opened it, and started to read the paperwork and stared at the pictures.
“Like every man Megan: we’ll rid him of his pride, dignity and ego…he’ll have no choice because of the solid information I hold over him. My P.I. was worth every penny.” – I again giggled as Megan’s eyes glared in amazement.
“Oh my god! This perfect…this is a perfect tool to use against him…who would you hire and where would he be kept?” – Megan asked me in a delight tone.
“He’ll stay with me, and I’ll hire myself to control his every move…and seize his assets to pay for all his most intimate lifestyle and fantasies…I’ll do whatever it takes to get the company to go forward with the times.” – I smiled to Megan in a confident manner.
“There was a documentary about this fetish on Channel 4 over a year ago…we did some of this when we were working on AdultWork.com – studying at University: paying for our student loans and social activities…this is too much of an opportunity to miss out on.” – Megan giggled as she licked her soft lips.
“Hmm…the nostalgic does reappear in one’s mind…in a loving way of course.” – I softy commented thinking about the old days, when I was a ‘Domme’ – only for a short while when I was at University. I must admit: it is something on my list of life goals…to be a ‘Domme’ full-time.
“I read here – on one of topics he’d replied to on a website – that he want’s ‘medical changes’ done inside his body, what the fuck?” – Megan asked out loud.
“I know. Oh, he is going to have a surprise of his life. He owns 51% of the company…while I own 25% of it, and you the final 24%.” – I said to Megan.
Megan placed back the documents into the file and handed it back over to me. I placed it back into my desk draw; then locked it.
“The final offer of the deal is next week…that is when we shall pull out our ace card…just when the board of directors of FTSE 100 asks us to go forward. We’ll bring him in here, into my office and blackmail him into submission.” – I sighed grinning to Megan.
“Then after which, the tables will turn and he’ll start a new life with you Victoria.” – Megan giggled deviously.
“Correct. Now time is getting on, let’s go home.” – I yawned as I stood from my desk. Both me and Megan walked to the elevator to exit the building; heading to our own homes.
Chapter 1:
A week later: The Final Offer…
It’s a bright sunny early Friday morning in London. I’m driven into Canary Warf by my personal chauffeur and he parked outside One Canada Square. I got out of the car (for the last time) and I arrogantly walked into the City of London’s money machine.
As the C.E.O. of the company I walk past my company peers; looking down on them. No wonder that resent me; both personally and professionally…I head towards the elevator, up to the pyramid office of my business partners – and bitches – Ms. Victoria Arrington and Ms. Megan Bennett.
I reach the pyramid office entrance and walked straight in to it…with less than half-an-hour to go until the FTSE 100 board of directors arrive.
“Good morning Sam, would you like a cup of tea?” – Megan asked me in a polite tone. Which is weird; she’s not always this nice to me.
“Er…not now thank you, maybe later.” – I replied. Megan made herself a cup of tea.
“Sam thank you for coming before the directors arrive.” – Victoria smiled as she sat in her desk.
All of us were dressed in our smart business clothing…though both Megan and Victoria wore tight mini-skirts and a pair of black tights.
“Victoria, you know my answer and since I am soul owner of the company: I’m not going to put the company – my company onto the stock market.” – I firmly told Victoria.
“Oh yes you will, and here’s why. Show him Victoria.” – Megan quickly snapped as she held her cup of tea.
“Sam, sit down and look at this.” – Victoria softly spoke to me and she handed me a file, she’d just pulled from her locked desk draw.
I sat into the chair opposite this woman: my professional enemy, I opened the first page; I automatically knew what it meant. Both women: Victoria in front of me and Megan behind me glared at me with satisfaction.
“Now, three most important things are going to happen in your egoistic life. Firstly: you’ll sign the company when the directors arrive; officially putting our company onto the stock market. You do this or those pictures of yourself in certain – and humiliating – piece of underwear; if you can call it underwear? Will be exposed to the whole company staff…and to employers across Canary Warf: understood?” – Victoria sadistically grinned into my helpless eyes.
“You bitch! I’ll never sign over my company; I started this business of my own back: before I got you and Megan on-board as C.E.O.s.” – I shouted in rage tightening the file document.
“Victoria and I have many copies.” – Megan giggled at me.
“You’re bluffing!” – I shouted.
“Try me!” – Victoria shouted back.
“You wouldn’t do something this low to spite and humiliate me.” – I calmly told Victoria who just raised her smirking lips. I look up to Megan and she did the same: both women have got me by the balls.
Victoria’s office telephone rings.
“Yes…okay send them up at once.” – Victoria smirked at me then put down the phone.
“The directors are here earlier than expected; they have a meeting with the Mayor of London, so they had to bring us forward.” – Victoria told Megan; completely ignoring me.
“Well…you decide Sam: sign the papers to get the company onto the stock market…or face exposure of pure humiliation beyond your imagination…the clock is ticking sir.” – Victoria giggled as she stood from her desk and walked over to the elevator door to greet the directors.
I turned to the elevator and it was climbing in numbers; soon the directors will be here.
“Okay! I’ll do it. Please don’t expose this file. In return I want all copies deal?” – I said in a hurry panic leaping from my chair.
“It’s a deal Sam.” – Victoria smiled as we shook hands. Megan smirked for some unknown reason. Then the elevator doors open it was the directors. An old man followed by two other men in suits and one teenage P.A. to the directors.
“Sorry to change the timing of the meeting: it can’t be helped. Also we can’t stay for tea. So it’s now or never. Mr. Darwin, are you ready?” – Asked the old civil servant director.
“Er…yes sir, I’m ready to sign away.” – I muttered, as I walked over to Victoria’s office table.
The old director grabbed the neatly paperwork and placed it onto Victoria’s office table.
“Sam Darwin; Chairman and C.E.O. of D.D.E – Darwin’s Daycare Equipment – Are you ready to sign the company into the FTSE 100 and place onto the stock market?” – The old director asked me.
“Yes sir I am.” – I lightly spoke looking deep into Victoria’s eyes with anger.
“Here’s a pen young man.” – The old director gave me a pen to sign the paperwork.
“Thank you.” – I said as I read the paperwork before I signed it.
As I did, behind my back Megan passed over some other paperwork to the young P.A.
I took my time reading it all.
“With respect Mr. Darwin, we are in a hurry you know.” – The old director commented. I signed away on all four pages. Victoria quickly signed her name on all pages, as did Megan.
“Well, that’s it then congratulations.” – The old director said shaking my hand. I took a deep breath and gave a forced smile to him; hiding my true feelings about the deal.
“Oh sir, as head of the company, you’ll need to sign these also.” – The young P.A. announced.
“What are they, miss?” – I asked.
“I’m Kim. It’s a rebate of money; for every pound brought you receive 40p of it – after tax of course.” – Kim smiled. Not bad I thought: maybe Victoria was right? To go forward with the times…I can earn more money from it.
“Okay sure.” – I said in a delight tone.
“There’s six pages to sign sir…forgive me but I don’t have time to watch you read it all. Just sign them and I give you a copy and another one to you lawyer.” – Kim smiled at me.
“What about the other C.E.O.s?” – I asked Kim looking at Victoria and Megan.
“You’re the one that holds 51% of the company sir, not them; this is for ‘benefit’.” – Kim told me. I signed away, not bothering to give a quick read through. I then gave the signed paper to Kim. As I turned my back; Kim quickly gave them to Megan.
“Right then, that was quick. Megan, see the directors out please.” – Victoria beamed knowing what Megan has in her hands.
I walked over back to the chair in front of Victoria’s desk.
“Give copies of that to the banks and to all of our lawyers straight away.” – Victoria whispered to Megan. Megan nodded and left in the elevator with the directors.
Victoria turned around from the elevator and smiled greatly. She then walked over to her desk, and then sat in her chair looking towards me.
“So where was I? Oh, yes, that’s right: three most important things are going to happen in your egoistic life…secondly from henceforth; you’re no longer the powerful leading man in charge of his multi-million pound company…I am.” – Victoria smiled wickedly.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” – I asked her in a puzzled look.
“You’re nothing. I own you financially, you see Kim used to work here as a temp; you shouted at her once and you didn’t even remember her face (as I thought you wouldn’t). You’re 51% is now 1%. I own most it all now: Megan wanted a few million pounds; so I’ve given her just that. With your 1% you can’t afford your flat, chauffeur, expensive clothes, watches, restaurant dinners…the company might be in your name; but I’ll be the one running it from now on, okay!” – Victoria firmly told me.
“You’re lying!” – I shouted in shock.
“Megan is on her way to the banks and each of our lawyers to get this into rightful law. You can live on your 1% Sam, but it’ll be nothing with the debt you owe to your investors; paying off the over spending of your playboy lifestyle, will it?” – Victoria calmly told me this awful coup against me.
“What is the third most important thing?” – I softly spoke in sadness.
“The third most important thing, is that I’m going to give you a choice?” – Victoria smiled towards me.
“Go on.” – I said, like I had no choice.
“Either you leave my office and my company – living off your 1% – and try to look for another job – which no-one will give you for the way you’ve treated them over the years, and that I’ll also make sure you won’t any job within the business sector…or you live with me, and live a most fantastic and rewarding lifestyle there is…but that lifestyle has rules: my rules to obey by. It’s up to you?” – Victoria told me.
I sat there thinking about it…I couldn’t start building a company at my age: 30 all over again. I certainly want to live a nice lifestyle and earn good money, instead of being a vagabond and on the dole.
“I-I…want to live with you, under this ‘most fantastic and rewarding lifestyle’ if that’s okay?” – I lightly told Victoria…I don’t want to beg to her (that’ll come later on).
“Okay. Go home and clear everything in your flat: here is an Oyster card, get on the tube for your personal chauffeur is no more. Go home and clean and tidy everything up, you have one week to sell or dump everything in your flat. You’ll be living with me…and not in my London pad; but at a new home away from city life…and in the middle of no-mans-land. If you mess me around: I’ll have you at the homeless shelter by one call from my mobile: Understood?” – Victoria firmly told me.
“Yes, I do.” – I mumbled back in reply. I got up from my chair, with my head down I slowly walked towards the elevator; I was now a helpless, indebted, worthless young man with nothing to call my own – that included my dignity and ego; they were now broken. I entered the elevator and left the building for the last time: I knew I couldn’t fight the courts and lawyers: the women had set me up good and proper. I went home and did what Victoria ordered me to do: I had a horrible week at home…and things were only going to get worse for me, but better for both Victoria and Megan…
Chapter 2:
A week has passed since I destroyed Sam Darwin’s pride…and the benefits in these last 7 days have been very rewarding, my employees now sees me as the ‘nice’ boss…an act far from the truth.
The banks that deal with the company’s accountancy have seized the assets of Mr. Darwin and placed them into my personal bank account…also they gave Megan her rewarding cut. Things were now exactly how I wanted them: me being the soul boss and C.E.O. of D.D.E. and getting that arrogant little worm out of the way. The lawyers gave me a copy of the coup paperwork Megan and Kim got Mr. Darwin to sign…It’s framed on the wall in my office.
Now that it’s been a week since I gave Sam the choice, today was the day when he moved in with me and started his new life…with me and by me.
It was late afternoon when Megan came rushing into my office:
“Victoria!” – Megan shouted as I was on the telephone.
“I call you back…” – I said to a certain person on the phone then hanged up.
“Victoria, its near deadline of that sale…you know for whom?” – Megan told me, placing a piece of paper onto my desk in front of me.
“Remind me.” – I told her.
“The cottage home, out – far from the city – in a small village, in no man’s land…it’s for B.U.Y.” – Megan hinted.
“Ha. Then I shall sign it right away…for Mr. Darwin has now only me and no-one else. He will learn morality and obedience under my wings…and I’m going to enjoy it immensely.” – I told Megan signing the deeds to the country cottage with an evil grin.
“Everything is now in place…the company think we’ll be away on holiday in Dubai for 3 weeks…I’ve hired a van with brutal men to light the fuse.” – Megan smiled at me deviously.
“Brilliant. We’ll go to Mr. Darwin’s soon-to-be gone bachelor’s pad in two hours when it is dark and foggy…weather at this time of year is a grace, don’t you agree?” – I giggled to Megan.
“I’ll go and fax these to the mortgage people, I shall have the keys within the hour…Oh, that thing you asked me to do: it’s done. It was hard, for the old owners didn’t believe you were going to buy the home so fast…but all is well.” – Megan nodded with an excitement look upon her sweet face. I smiled with joy. Megan turned then left my office.
I made sure my office desk was cleared from anything that could lead us to the country cottage, the exposure of Mr. Darwin’s file of his intimate desires, and of course the blue-prints of my ‘master plan’. I had a briefcase; all would be in that briefcase and will accompany with me into Mr. Darwin’s new lifestyle…
Chapter 3:
The fuse is finally lit…
He I was in my empty ‘bachelor’s pad’. Here I used to bring home gorgeous, pretty and big breasted girls for one night stands…I’ve never been the ‘settling down’ type of man (until I went to live with Victoria). My mum said to me on her deathbed a few years ago: “Find a direct woman, a woman who wears the trousers and you’ll be loved and taken care for.” – Mum’s words will soon come back to haunt me…
I look around my boxed up Mayfair, London pad I’ve lived in for 4 years…it looks like I’ve just moved into a new home; not fucking leaving a home – well forced to leave home. God, how could I be that stupid! Letting this hungry and ambitious bitch trick me! – I knew that if there’s any chance of revenge; I have to stick by her and do as she says (like I have a choice anyway) – “Keep your friends close and your enemies’ closer.” – I swear I heard that somewhere…
The buzzer to my flat rang…and I knew who it is.
“Sam, open-up it’s time.” – Victoria spoke. I didn’t reply I just opened the building door for her…then she knocked on the door…I opened it and she came in…Megan behind her. Both women were still in their business dresses.
“Thank you Sam.” – Victoria sniggered.
“Nice place Sam, shame you won’t be living her anymore.” – Megan commented as she looked at my nice kitchen.
“Okay, don’t rub it in. What now.” – I said looking at Victoria.
“Now…you’re coming with me. I see that you’ve done as I said: good boy.” – Victoria commented as she looked at my packed boxes.
“Everything is packed in boxes: clothes, video games, books, DVD’s, and my computer.” – I told her; trying to impress her.
“Oh, look outside its foggy.” – Megan giggled looking out of end window, looking down at a transit van parked on the curb.
“Where am I going?” – I asked not really bothered.
“You’re coming with me; to an unknown location…you’ll be safe there.” – Victoria smirked.
“Safe?”- I asked in shock.
“Trust me.” – Victoria lightly told me.
“After you what you did to me: bollocks!” – I shouted.
“Don’t piss me off Sam. You’re coming with me; understood?” – Victoria firmly told me.
“Fuck you! The deal is off; I’ll take my chances on the dole and on the streets!” – I protested as I grabbed my coat.
Victoria looked over to Megan and lightly tilted her head upwards. Megan nodded; she got out her iPhone and quickly text someone.
“Sam, you’ve forced me into something I didn’t want to do…and something that I had to do; to get you to live with me.” – Victoria told me as I put on my coat. Megan sneaked out of our sights, pushed the button to the building, then walked to the entrance door and unlocked it.
“Fuck you Victoria. You’re not having me…I don’t care what you know about my sexual fantasies, and what I like to do to ease my mind after a long days of work. You’re nothing but a devious, sadistic, spiteful, money grabbing whore!” – I said to Victoria as I stood in front of her, looking down deep into her eyes.
“Oh Sam, you are right about me being a devious, sadistic, spiteful, money grabbing whore. But, you’re wrong of one thing about me…” – Victoria calmly replied looking deep into my eyes.
“Yeah, what’s that then?” – I replied still looking into her seductive eyes.
“I’m the best of what I do; I’m always one step ahead, sweetheart.” – Victoria smirked licking her lips, as she moved her eyes to her left.
I looked to my right and froze in shock; four men: twice the size of me; dressed all in black and wearing black ski masks were walking towards me.
“The next time we meet; we’ll have another honest talk from the heart, sweet dreams.” – Victoria giggled out loud.
“Help, someone help me!” – I screamed as the four men pinned me down onto my stomach. One of the men got a cloth and placed it over my nose. It was covered with some medicine of some kind, I was then knocked out.
“Thanks boys.” – Megan smiled.
“What now, Ms. Bennett?” – The leading brute said in a deep voice.
“Tie him up in bondage and then drive him to this location…have him ready for us…make sure he can’t even wiggle when he is tied up.” – Megan told the leading brute giving him a piece of paper of directions.
“Yes ma’am.” – The brute replied taking the piece of paper from Megan and putting it in his pocket.
“Okay boys, pick him up and bondage him in the van: let’s move it!” – The brute commanded to his fellow thugs. I was picked up and carried from my Mayfair pad into the dirty and smelly transit; they then drove ahead of Victoria and Megan.
Victoria looked around my flat.
“Vikki, it’s time lets go.” – Megan said to Victoria.
“You’re right, it’s time…I don’t want to be in here any longer than I have too. This place is expensive for a small place flat.” – Victoria commented to Megan.
“It’s Mayfair; it’s the expensive housing in London: just like on the Monopoly board.” – Megan joked.
“Ha-ha. True.” – Victoria giggled.
Both women walked to the exit door.
“What about the boxes of Sam’s stuff.” – Megan asked Victoria. Victoria looked at them from a distance:
“Sam will never need, use, or wear those things ever again…make sure it goes to the right charity…a charity that the company supports.” – Victoria said to Megan.
“It’ll be done first thing tomorrow.” – Megan said to Victoria. Victoria gave Megan the keys to the flat, then both women left the building and got into Victoria’s car and drove towards the my new residence; to let the games begin…
Chapter 4:
The Revelation…
I woke up…my head is dizzy…after a minute or so I regain my mind…and I remember what happened inside my – old – Mayfair pad. I’m tied up on the floor; both my arms behind my back tied with rope to both of my feet – which are bare: no socks and shoes! I was only a plain white t-shirt and tight blue jeans…even my fucking expensive parker coat was gone!
My mouth was taped over with strong tape; there’s no use of me screaming for help. I looked around the room I was in: it was dark; cold with a small lampshade shining onto my body…I managed to tilt my head (with great pain) to my left looking over in the distance. I saw a flight of stairs…I must be in a basement of a home!
Then I heard a creek; it was the door and I heard voices and footsteps; it was Victoria and Megan! I could only see their shiny flat shoes under the lampshade.
“Turn the light on Megan…let there be light.” – Victoria giggled deviously.
Megan turned on the main light to the basement; my eyes hurt from the power of the light…I flashed my eyes open and close; I looked up and both women who just stared down at me had both changed their clothing: Megan was wearing a tight short vintage dress; flashing her pale strong thighs; tight curvy bottom, and exposing her busty cleavage…along with having her hair tied up in a bun…and wearing pure red lipstick: along with the scent of an iconic woman’s perfume (Can’t remember the make).
Megan looked so different than the normal and original ambitious, well respected business bitch back in London…god she is beautiful…away from the city and out of her common business dresses.
Victoria…well, she was dressed in a tight short black leather dress…exposing her fine long pale legs and cute bottom…her hair was tied back into a ponytail…her cleavage was also exposed from the top. She dabbed on bright pink lipstick and had her own scent of perfume – again I forgot the name.
Victoria presents herself far from the powerful, highly intelligent and sadistic business matriarch from Canary Warf, but a leader, a pure definition of Femdom; a goddess…it’s like she and Megan can read my mind…and the rest!
“Well, well – how the mighty have fallen…this feels good.” – Victoria smirked wickedly down at me.
“It’s sure does Vikki…shall we begin?” – Megan said excitingly placing her small hands up her skirt.
“Take the tape of poor Sam’s mouth.” – Victoria told Megan. Megan giggled and bent forward ripping the tape from my mouth…it fucking stung…but it was a relief that I can breathe better.
“Don’t kill me please.” – I begged in panic coughing as I catch my breath, breathing in fresh air.
“Oh, Sam…we’re not going to kill you: that’ll be too easy. Easy for two powerful women like us.” – Victoria told me smiling at my trapped and helpless position.
“What do you want from me? What are you going to do with me?” – I asked in a soft tone.
“Megan.” – Victoria said looking to Megan. Megan bent down in front of me; grabbed my chin and directed it into her face – I was eyeballing her.
“You’re going to become our baby…our baby slave!” – Megan whispered into my eyes.
“No!” – I shouted, trying to wiggle out of the bondage.
“Ha-ha! That’s right Sam…you’re going to be a full-time adult baby boy…a baby slave…you’re going to get the full fucked up treatment of an infantilism lifestyle…and your interest from your ex-company is going to pay for it.” – Victoria laughed out loud.
“You’ll never get away with this!” – I shouted looking up at Victoria.
“As I stated at your old pad: I’m always one step ahead Sam.” – Victoria cooed at me.
Megan stood back up and stood next to Victoria; both women looked down at me.
“It’ll never work! People will be looking for me!” – I shouted again in fright.
“I know they will…and when they do, our lies and excuses will back the proof of your soon-to-be pathetic and helpless condition.” – Megan snapped back raising her left eyebrow.
“Why do this to me?” – I said softly…sniffing my nose.
Megan grabbed Victoria’s hand tightly: they both then looked down at me; straight into my eyes.
“We’re both lovers. We’re dikes. Of course Canary Warf would never have a lesbian leading one of the richest companies in England. So I had to pretend that I was ‘single’ and looking for ‘Mr. Right’.” – Victoria truthfully told me.
My jaw just dropped out of shock; I was fucking speechless.
“We’ve been lovers since University; 10 years. It’s been hard for us to hide our love and erotic wannabe lifestyle…but since finding out your sexual and emotional desires of being a full time Adult Baby: then we thought ‘why not?’.” – Megan said.
Both women giggled, then Victoria placed her right hand on Megan’s left facial cheek and then gave a long passionate French kiss…lightly moaning in front of me.
“Oh, and the government is not sure yet to let gay couple adopt a child…so we both thought we have our own baby…a baby boy: you!” – Megan smiled holding Victoria’s hand.
“But…” – I commented trying to find some words; to get me out of my fate.
“Also Victoria can’t have babies…it’s a woman thing.” – Megan told me. Victoria nodded sadly.
“Well get a fucking surrogate mother then!” – I bust out loud.
“What! Have another woman and her man come between us; making the whole relationship with four people…paying the man for his sperm, and paying the woman for having a baby: no-way. Having an Adult Baby is cheaper; less stressful that having a real baby…and more obedient.” – Victoria snapped lowering her voice as she looked down at me.
“How can I trust you?” – I asked.
“Like you have a fucking choice Sam; you’re with us…forever now!” – Megan snapped.
“Indeed. You’ll be our sex slave: you’ll please us; that is your main purpose…we’ll keep you in nappies 24/7: changing your messy nappies is fine with the both of us…it comes with the job and lifestyle; just the same as nurses in a hospital and carers in a care home for the old. You’ll live in a fully designed Nursery – which is completed and ready – you’ll be placed deeper into babyhood…which deep down your loser self you crave and think of this 24/7. We’re doing you a favour boy.” – Victoria told me winking her eye at me.
“What about work and the company?” – I asked.
“That’s not your problem anymore. Your problem is to learn how to adopt into your new lifestyle: to obey and please the both of us…starting from now.” – Megan told me. Victoria walked over to my face; she bent forward and grabbed my chin forcing me to look into the eyes of my enemy:
“Megan’s right…you’ll call us ‘Mummy’ from now on. ‘Nanny’ makes us sound old and ugly. We’re your ‘Yummy Mummies’. You’ll be forced to crawl on all fours like a baby. And just to let you know Sam: if you dare try to escape…those brutes we hired are gay: and they’ll like a fuck a nice piece of ass like you…so if you think kidnapping was scary; just think of being a baby bitch for those brutes; who’ll fuck you ass like a train hmm?” – Victoria smirked evilly giving me a kiss on the cheek.
I was so scared that I wet myself…piss was pouring across my jeans and onto the basement floor. I couldn’t move for I was bound. I automatically began to lightly cry…which grew louder.
“Well, I think our baby boy needs to be put into his first nappy, right Mummy Megan?” – Victoria cooed turning to her lover.
“Most certainly Mummy Victoria…let’s carry our poor baby boy into his new nursery.” – Megan smiled.
Both women grabbed me, then lifted me as I was wet and bounded. The strength in these girls was tough; pure amazons.
“Mummy does trust her widdle boy out of his ropes yet; for baby boy might attempt to run…and baby boy knows what would happen if you even tried…right?” – Victoria cooed to me.
I nodded crying my eyes out. Both dikes carried me up the basement stairs heading to my new nursery…
Copyright by ‘CrocABDL‘
