Chapter One

In the beginning.

I suppose I could count myself very lucky. I had a wife with a very good high flying job in the world of finance, and I had me own online business, which I ran from home.
Sara and I have been married for 8 years, and some 5 years ago we decided we would be career people and not bother with having children.
I must add, that after 6 months of marriage, Sara found out that I was a cross dresser.
Strange as it seems, she was perfectly ok with it. Well, there I was tapping away on the keyboard of my PC, headphones on listening to some dictation notes I had made on my recorder. I was dressed in a short black lycra dress, black stocking and Black Rumba panties with 5 rows of white frills on the bum. I had a pair of 3 inch black court shoes on, and of course a black bra with my silicon fillets in. She stood and watched me for about 10minutes before I spotted her as I bent down to pick a pen up from the floor. I had let my dress rise up and stuck my bum out. As I turned to admire my frilly panties, bam!!! My eyes caught the figure standing in the door.
She had a smile on her face, and at first I thought she was mocking me. I opened me mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I remember saying something like, um, oh, I, ere, what are you doing home so early, I mean, I just wanted to see how it felt to dress as a woman. I’ll go change, sorry you saw me like this. It won’t happen again.
She just stood silent and let me twist my tongue around my throat.
Relax, she said. I’m not offended by what you wear. If you want to dress like that around the house, that’s fine. But if you want to walk down the road like it, forget it.
I was shocked. She really was ok about it.
Come here she said. I approached and she put her hand up my dress. Um, I see it turns you on, she said.
Five minutes later we were making out in bed. Her naked and me with just my panties down.
I did ask her after if it turned her on being in bed with someone dressed as a woman.
But she said she had her eyes closed most of the time and was just enjoying me making love to her.
It was only a couple of weeks later that for some reason she went in the loft for something while I was out. When I got home, she was in the lounge sitting the far side. Spread across the floor was my collection of Adult Baby clothes, which included Plastic Pants, shoes, dummy, a petty coat, some disposables and some nappy covers, mostly pink.
I thought this was going to be the end. But once again she said she didn’t what I wore around the house.
She thought my collection was pathetic and that I should order some decent stuff and do it properly. I was suspicious at first, but as things turned out, she was ok with it.
It took 4 more months before she accepted I could wear my nappy to bed. We agreed that I could wear it to bed on one night a week, Friday.
So being pushy, I suggested I had a baby day on Friday which would end Saturday morning. She agreed.
So for the last 6 years, most Fridays consisted of me being a baby. As time went on we added bits to the game. She finishes work around 3pm on a Friday, so at 2.30 I go upstairs and put ankle cuffs on and then attach them to the bed. Then I put a handcuff on each hand, making sure all keys are on a unit the far end of the bedroom, and then I cuff my hands to the bed.
The excitement is fantastic. Sometimes she’s on time, other times she’s late. Sometimes 8pm, and by then I am frantic. When she comes in, she likes to check my nappy to see if it’s wet, then she might put her hand in my nappy and play with me until I’m sticky. Or she might just potter around the house and ignore me for a while.
Rarely she pulls my nappy down just enough to get my penis out, and then I know she is going to ride me until I cum, then she moves up the bed and makes me lick her clean. All the time I’m cleaning her she calls me names like slut, cum sucker and tells me I love eating my own cum and am probably thinking it’s another mans.

Chapter two

An unexpected trip

It was July and it was a Friday like any other Friday. I got up, dressed in my terry nappy and then put on a pair of my frilly pink plastic lined panties, then pulled my Boo Peep dress over that and set about working on my PC.
Around 1.30pm, I changed my nappy as the one I was wearing was wet, and off to the bedroom I went.
I went through the normal procedure that I went through most Fridays, and settled back to wait for Sara.
I heard the car pull up about 2.30, but then the door bell rang. After about a minute it rang again. I heard the letter box open and the sound of keys hitting the mat.
I broke into a sweat as I was now afraid and unsure of what was happening.
Was Sara alright, where was she, when would she be home and how the hell am I going to get out of this situation if she doesn’t come back?
The minutes turned to hours, the phone kept ringing and in the end I feel asleep.
I woke around 2am needing the loo bad. I took some laxatives Friday morning and now they were taking effect.
In the end I just could not hold on any longer and must have filled my nappy.
I wet for what seemed like ages, and then went back to sleep.
When I woke up the sun was shining through the window and the birds were singing. It must have been about 8am.
I tried all ways to get free from the bed, but the handcuffs were good quality and were not going to give.
It must have been around midday when the door bell rang. It rang again, and then I heard keys going in the lock.
Thank god I thought, Sara’s back. As the door opened a voice called out, “hello, anyone home”. ****, I thought, it was my brother in-law.
I forgot he was coming around to mend the taps in the kitchen.
I lay still and hoped he would do his job and go away.
It was 30 minutes later that I heard him coming up the stairs.
Perhaps he’s going to check the taps in the bathroom. I hope he doesn’t check the taps in our en suit or I am truly done for.
To my horror he walked into the bedroom. He was taken aback at first, but then he started to laugh, and that turned to mocking, which then turned to him getting his mobile phone out and taking some pictures. Wow, he said, Sara’s a dark horse. I did’nt know she liked this sort of thing.
I begged him to unlock me and let me explain. But he just laughed and said there was nothing to explain, I was a grown man who liked to dress as a sissy.
After he finished taking pictures and mocking me, he came towards me and put his hand up my dress. I could feel his running his finger around the elastic around my waste. Is that good he said? No, I replied. But he started to rub the outside of my panties and tell me I looked sweet. His rubbing was starting to have an effect on me, and before long I had gone stiff. He told me I would have to re pay him for doing this, plus he would need an extra reward for changing my dirty nappy and for keeping quite about my life style.
He kept asking what I could do to made him happy, but I could not think of anything. He kept saying I would have to stay in my dirty nappy and he would have to ring the fire brigade to free me, unless I could think of a way to please him.
Everything I offered was no good. Cut his grass, do his house work etc. But he wanted something now.
How about you suck my cock, he said. His timing was bad. Moments after he said those words I came, and I could not help letting out a slight moan as I did. That’s a good girl,he said, enjoy the moment and fill your nappy.
He pulled the waste band of my panties out and examined the contents of my excitement. He took a picture, then switched his phone to video, scooped up some of my cum on his finger and stuck it in my mouth. Yummy, he said. I bet you loved that. Did that excite you? Are you that excited about drinking my cum?
He eased his way up the bed and pointed his member towards my lips. Open wide bitch or I might have to break your jaw.
I opened my mouth to accept him and moments later had my first meal sine Friday lunch time.
There’s a good girl, he said.
So I take it Sara never told you I was gay,then?
No,I said. Where is Sara.
Oh, she had to go some place for an important meeting. She did try to ring you, but you must have been too busy playing sissy.
Now lets clean you up, because we don’t want you in a smelly nappy, do we?
Now where do you keep the fresh nappies and those pretty panties that you’re wearing?
Twenty minutes later I was clean and Jim (the Brother in-law) fed me some proper food, but would not unlock me from the bed. He insisted that Sara should do that when she gets back from her trip Monday night.
After feeding me, Jim said he had to go home for a while, but would be back later to see if I was a virgin. He said he hoped I was tight, as he needed the friction after spending his load in my mouth.