A Sissy's Progress - Chapter Seventeen

Ooh. Cramp, cramp, cramp.

I wonder if I should give in to the pressure I'm now beginning to feel in my belly. Mommy has been training me to be a sissy baby all this time, after all, and I've learned that resistance is futile. Yet... I don't know. Maybe it's something about the grownup act of writing on a laptop. Maybe I just don't like the thought of sitting for hours in a mushy, smelly diaper. But right now, I'd much rather shove my slowly-building need to evacuate my bowels to the back of my mind. I'll take care of it later.

And besides, I hate rashes.

The afternoon light is still quite bright, and that gives me a glimmer of hope that I'll actually be able to complete my story before nightfall. Now that I've come so far, it does feel easier - though no less embarrassing - to keep going. After all, it's not super enjoyable to reflect back on how far I've fallen... on how far Mommy has degraded me and forced me to submit to her babyish treatment...

But Mommy has commanded it. And she must be obeyed, as I know full well.

So with another grunt and wince as he rolls into a new position, this pathetic little sissy baby sets to work once more...

***

And now we come to it at last: New Year's. The evening when at last my wife laid bare her plans for me, when the trajectory of my future was finally revealed in all its infantile terror. Or, well, at least most of it.

Though fortunately for me, there was still an awful lot to come that I didn't know then.

My Christmas gifts were already tucked neatly into my dresser, of course. My new pajamas had gotten an immediate chance for service Christmas night, as I - at Erica's urging, of course - had laid aside my usual T-shirt and sweatpants in their favor. "I'm pretty sure they're sized properly," Erica had explained, her firm hand guiding me to the bed where I was to receive my now-customary post-shower diapering. "But of course they're a bit tricky when it comes to the booty. I'm just hoping they're going to fit over that cute diaper of yours..."

Oh, they had. And I must confess: the feeling of standing before her, naked save for my thick nighttime diaper, and feeling the soft fabric draw inexorably tighter around me as she ran the zipper up my back was indescribably... intense. Condescending. Reminiscent of being, I don't know... a toddler, I guess.

But they did fit. And nauseatingly cute appliquéd bear and juvenile zipper aside, they were delightfully warm and comfy. So I didn't complain aloud, certainly not since they were her Christmas present to me. Besides, I was pretty sure that whining would not have changed a thing.

It was now less than a week later. New Year's Eve. The time when people around the world celebrate the end of yet another of this tiny little planet's arbitrarily defined circles around the sun. The evening when most folks drink themselves silly and watch fireworks light up the sky and dance about with their partners and blather to one another about how they will most definitely change their lives for the better during the planet's next 365.25-day fling.

Erica and I didn't have many plans, of course. The rest of our families lived too far away for reasonable travel, so apart from a few video chats and phone calls, the holidays were basically just the two of us spending time together. So it was that on New Year's Eve, she proposed that we simply have an "us" night: early baths, followed by snacks and drinks in our pajamas.

Though things did take an interesting turn when she emerged from the bath with a needy light in her eyes and a catch in her still-glistening chest. "Honey, bedroom time," she spoke... or rather, commanded. And I, ever the needy and compliant husband, readily complied. No better way to wind up the old year than with sexy times in the bedroom, right? Even though I couldn't fully participate?

God, it was beautiful to see her: naked before me, her limbs stretching and writhing languidly as I pressed the new wand against her bare pussy. "Yes, baby, yes," she murmured from time to time, her breath hitching in dreamy pleasure - and so I kept on, driving her on to orgasm after beautiful orgasm despite the growing painful tightness within my cage. How badly I wanted her, needed her, longed to feel her tight around me once more...

But of course I couldn't. Not like this: still wrapped in my wet diaper, crouching between her bare legs in impotent longing. No... I was her chaste, padded plaything, and for now at least, sexual pleasure was hers and hers alone.

When we - I mean, she - had finally finished, it was my turn for the shower. And I must say, it was both a pleasure and a pain when Erica, in an unprecedented move, began diapering me afterward just as she was... that is to say, completely and utterly naked. A part of me wanted to whine that she must be doing it on purpose, just to tease my poor caged cock with her beautiful, swaying breasts and nude crotch...

But so what if she was? Again, it wasn't like I could have changed anything about it.

***

"Honey, you know how people like to set New Years' resolutions?"

Erica, in her silken pajamas now and seated beside me on the couch, reached for another sip of prosecco. "Um, yeah," I replied through the cracker in my mouth. "What, you thinking of setting one for 2020?" I shifted my pajama-clad rear, still a bit self-conscious of how prominent these new pajamas made my clearly padded crotch. So bulgy, so... obvious.

"Oh, I've already decided to!" she smiled, casting me a knowing glance. "I just thought I had better let you know what 2020 is going to be like for me... and for you." I paused, cheese square lifted to my mouth. "Um... for me? But I haven't set any resolutions yet..." Erica giggled, though it was far too early to blame it on the prosecco. "Oh, that's okay, sweetie - I don't expect you to! I've already decided everything anyway..."

And so it began. "You know, I've been really happy with the way we've made things work lately, Shane. I mean, not just any couple would survive cheating and lying and everything the way we have." I nodded, an incriminating twinge of remorse pulsing through me. "But we've moved forward - and I'm really proud of how we've managed. In fact... now that I'm more in charge, Shane, I've never been happier."

"In charge?" I faltered. "Oh, you know! Keeping tabs on you, making sure you're under control," she reminded me. "And clearly you're doing just fine with it too. But lately I've been reading and doing some research, and I think-" here she took another sip of her drink, "We're definitely going to change things up in 2020.

"Have you ever heard of a female-led relationship?"

She explained it to me then as we sat in the warm glow of the Christmas tree. Instead of me being expected to make decisions, she would. She saw how much more smoothly things went, how much more empowered and happy we were as a couple once I wasn't always the one deciding everything. "And really, it only makes sense," she emphasized with a critical glance in my direction. "After all, when you were free to dress as you pleased and fuck around with whomever you wanted, my happiness really didn't matter, did it? But now that you can't get distracted, Shane, you can focus on what really matters. On pleasing your wife... and on letting her take care of you."

I opened my mouth to ask the first of the myriad questions beginning to mushroom in my mind, but she just playfully laid a finger on my lips. "Hush and let Mommy speak, little one." Mommy? Little one?

As I sat there, mute with growing astonishment, she unfolded her radical new vision. As the woman in this new relationship, she would decide everything: our groceries, how we spent our time and money... and even how we dressed. Oh, she wouldn't interfere with my job, of course. But my primary goal would be to please her, not myself.

"In practical terms?" she responded to my amazed inquiry. "Oh, honey, it's not all that different from what we've been doing! You'll remain in those diapers, obviously. And you'll remain my sweet caged hubby, locked away for me and me alone. The only thing you'll need to do differently is, well..." she chuckled and slipped her arm around me. "Listen, I'm really into you, honey. I can't deny that thinking of you gets me wet every single time now. So I just need to check. You're going to do everything you possibly can to make your wife's dreams come true, right? All her dirtiest, kinkiest, most naughty fantasies?"

Oh my god, yes! She was finally dropping her guard- she wanted me to have sex with her as we used to- It was probably only the gut reaction of a sex-deprived, desperate young man longing to find release and to expiate his past sins, but I immediately assented. "Of course, honey. Anything for you, Erica, I promise!" My voice dropped as I warmed to my subject, my fears of her previous talk of female control momentarily forgotten. Maybe at last she wanted me to touch her in that way again, as I hadn't since the affair with Julia... "Honey, I need you so much. I can't wait to take you, pin you down, pleasure you, fuck you until-"

She giggled and laid her hand over my mouth, effectively silencing me. "Oh, sweetie, you're so cute and sweet! But I'm afraid that's not exactly the sort of thing I've been fantasizing about lately..." "Mm-mmm-hmm?" "Of course not, silly!"

Her voice in my astonished ear was husky with mingled amusement and desire. "You, mister, are going to become my baby. My caged, locked, diapered little baby. My obedient, needy, sweet little baby."

"You said you'd do anything to make me happy, dear," she reminded me as my widening eyes and half-articulate protests sought to dissuade her from such an astonishing course. "And lately I've found that seeing you wadding around in those cute diapers of yours is a huge turn-on. So either you keep your word and let your sweet, understanding wife take charge, or you refuse - and find yourself kicked out, most likely with that cage locked on and no way to get it off...

"No protests, now! I've already decided what my 2020 is going to look like, and you'd better get used to it, baby. So why don't you hush that whining and let me take care of everything? I promise, it's going to be amazing!"

Bewildered and anxious, yet beaten, I finally sighed behind her muffling hand and nodded my assent. And as I felt her fingers loosen and slip between my lips, I heard her voice in my ear, more seductive than I'd heard in months. "Go on, honey. Suck like a good baby should."

You already know the answer, dear reader. I did.

"Happy 2020, baby," Erica purred softly. "This is going to be a wonderful year for both of us... I promise."