Chains that Bind – Chapter One
John and his wife Margaret were lounging around on a pleasant Sunday afternoon when John announced that he had a dinner engagement that evening with his secretaries, Lisa and Patti. John’s plans irritated Margaret, she had suspected for some time now that John and Patti had something going and was determined to put an end to it!…Then Lisa had entered the picture. The situation reminded Margaret of the old Television show “Three’s Company”.
Patti’s name cropped up repeatedly in John’s conversation, irritating Margaret intensely. She was disgusted with John’s apparent fixation with his new secretary. Every time she turned around, John was comparing her to Patti. It seemed like all he could think about was Patti. Margaret was so annoyed with John that at the annual Christmas party, she had ignored Patti completely. She remembered that on two occasions, she had arrived home and caught the two of them talking. Patti’s reasons for being there seemed innocent enough at the time; she had wanted to see their new house. The second time Margaret found her there, Patti was delivering Tupperware. It seemed like a coincidence when Patti had arrived the moment her mother-in-law left the house and a quarter hour before Margaret had come home, but lately she had begun to wonder.
The idea of his going to dinner with two recently separated women disturbed her. “Just what is he up to?”, she asked herself. She wished he would just stay home and play with his model train layout in his den. She thought it was childish for a man his age to be so enthused about toy trains, but it was better to have him playing with trains than other women.
She was cleaning the house one Saturday afternoon and discovered some reading material hidden in John’s bathroom. She found a number of magazines titled Women Who Administer Punishment, or ‘WHAP’. She opened one of them and read, “Women of the nineties using discipline of the 50’s”, “diaper punishing your husband”, “dress discipline for rudeness”, etc. She stopped to take a moment to review the material. She knew about his need to be humiliated and controlled by a strong woman, but this aspect of his sexuality was new to her. “Interesting, very interesting,….” she thought, “So this is what my little boy wants and needs?”
She glanced through the magazine, interested in the articles in which the husband was treated and dressed like a child. The punishments described in the magazine’s articles involved rectal-taking, mouth soapings, enemas, spankings, time-outs in the corner, writing punishment lines and being sent to bed early without dinner. She began reading the articles and taking notes. Margaret laughed to herself as she placed the magazines back in John’s secret hiding place.
She especially enjoyed the graphic illustrations showing a small boy being dressed in his sister’s clothes against his will as his mother stood at her son’s side laughing at him. That caught her attention and made her remember…..
Margaret recalled when she was fifteen and had been invited over to John’s house. She had wondered why John never invited her over. He was sixteen and always appeared so tough and macho, always picking a fight or acting like a big-shot. With her, he was kind and fun to be with. But still…..
That afternoon, John’s mother had picked her up and brought her to their home. It proved to be quite an
interesting afternoon!….When she arrived, John’s sisters were busy getting the table ready with John’s aunt and grandmother in the living room. Another girl was bent over with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, offering some to the guests. Her dress puffed up in the rear as she bent over exposing her bottom. she laughed a bit and smirked at the teenaged girl with the tray and thought, “That girl is too old to be wearing a dress like that!”
She remembered it was a childishly-styled green-plaid party dress with lace edges and wide bouffant skirt.
The petticoats were so stiff and deliberate that they forced the dress up and away from her slender body. She wore no hosiery, exposing her very athletic legs.
Her feet were covered with little white anklets with lace edges and black kidskin Mary-Jane style little girl shoes with rounded baby doll style toes and a strap across the instep. Her panties, (which were very much in view), looked to be one size too small. They hugged the crack of her buttocks pinkly. She smirked again at how very transparent they were. And when the girl turned around……
“John??…..”, she thought to herself in surprise! She looked again to see if she was wrong and could see John’s face lurking under cosmetics. “It was him!”, she decided. She smiled demurely and looked straight at him. He looked back with a worried, embarrassed and uneasy look on his made-up face. He was well prepared to play the part of a girl with his makeup. His face, normally very masculine in appearance, took on a feminine cast with the cosmetics he was wearing. His mother must have spent an hour making him up.
He wore a pink glossy lipstick with reddish rouged cheeks. His eyeshadow was a nice shade of green to
compliment his dress, along with his dark black eyeliner. It was the liquid type, applied above and below his eyelids. He had on a blonde wig that was very curly and she noticed a scent of perfume. He had on white pearl necklace with matching hooped, clip-on earrings and a bracelet. She stared at him and spoke tenderly pretending not to notice it was really my boyfriend in a dress. “Hello, what’s your name?”
He hesitated, but spoke only after his mom stared at him coldly. “Uh, Er, Hm, I am Cissy, Mam!”
She looked at his legs again. They were silky smooth, no wonder why he always wore long pants. Goosebumps of shear terror were crawling up his legs in plain sight of everyone! The guests roared in laughter at the poor thing’s predicament. It was obvious he felt like running, but he didn’t. He slipped away as quietly as he could and proceeded to the kitchen to refill his tray.
The rest of the afternoon went peacefully. He acted very demure at brunch and was allowed to sit with her. She treated him like a girl, which she knew annoyed him quite a bit, but he was careful not to act angry or upset. After they ate, they went to the living room to talk. His younger sister looked up his dress and chided him for not keeping his legs together. He did so quickly and begged Elaine not to tell mother. But it was too late for that, his mother walked in from the dining room and overheard his pleas for silence.
His mother stood before him and scolded him like a child. She said that since he couldn’t sit properly, that he would have to go to bed as punishment. Elaine giggled and clapped. His mother grabbed him by the ear and marched him upstairs. He returned within ten minutes, dressed in a one piece pink cotton sleeper with hands and feet sewn in. He was forced to apologize to me for acting so childishly and then was made to walk around the room wishing everyone good night!..
It was only three p.m. when he was marched upstairs and put to bed. There was no more trouble from John that night. She went home about eight p.m., shortly after dinner. She saw John’s mother going upstairs several times during the afternoon to check up on him. That was the first time she saw my boyfriend being disciplined by his mother, but afterwards I saw him punished on many occasions. Once she saw him being chastened by being forced to endure wearing his sister’s tights with only tie shoes and a turtleneck shirt. The tights were so small on him that the outline of his sister’s panties he was forced to wear underneath could be clearly seen. He really hated that!….
She saw many more instances of petticoat punishment for her boyfriend. But the one that stood out in her mind is when he was punished for beating up his younger sister. His mother forced him to wear a very short party dress, seamed nylons and five inch heels at a wedding reception. Margaret thought that was a riot!….
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John had always enjoyed playing the submissive role with her and she had come to dominate him more and more as time went on. At first she had merely acquiesced to his strange desire for humiliation, but as she became accustomed to giving orders and administering discipline to my unruly husband, she found myself enjoying my role as the head of the household. After her parents died and she found herself the beneficiary of a large trust fund, their lives had become easier. She had wanted John to quit his job and stay home so she could watch over him full time, but he was adamant about continuing to work. It was true that the money was given to them in monthly payments and they weren’t exactly rich, but they could live quite comfortably on the remittance from her parent’s trust. Margaret wondered why John, who had always been lazy about work, had suddenly acquired the taste for the daily grind. She suspected that John was involved with something at work that she was unaware of and decided to wait and see what developed.
She was talking with some friends when she learned that there actually was a method to reverse growth and stop the aging process. It was an experimental treatment that was used on patients in the psychiatric ward of a private hospital right here in town. When she inquired further she discovered that the experimenter at the clinic was a Dr. Sara Madonis. She made an appointment to meet with Dr. Madonis the very next day. She walked into her office and was surprised to meet a twenty-seven year old Ph.D. in endocrinology and the creator of the youth serum.
Margaret found the experience very educational. It appeared that she was doing research on arresting the aging process and instead of merely halting the catabolic process, the lab animals were returned to their early youth. The experiments had taken many years of difficult, tedious work. She explained that the shrinking or reversal process was painless. The serum caused the bone to decalcify and allowed the collagen substrate to shrink as the regression began. The organs were reduced in proportion as the process continued. Dr. Madonis told her that once the subject had reached a predetermined age, a fixative was injected to arrest the process.
She also said that the change the treatment induced was permanent. She had not discovered a way to reverse the shrinking. Dr. Madonis told me she was currently searching for a method to reverse the process and expected her researches to reveal something soon. She told me it was too early to tell if any techniques she had found in animal testing would work on humans. The somatic regression treatment had never been tried out on a human being until recently. Curious, Margaret asked about what had happened.
It seemed that a local mother was having a great deal of trouble with her sixteen year old daughter. She had gotten into trouble, lying, shoplifting, using drugs and hanging around with some very unsavory friends. She had become virtually uncontrollable. She dropped out of school and refused to get a job, but always seemed to have money. Her mother was frantic, she knew Cynthia must be doing something illegal to get money, but she couldn’t prove it. One afternoon, while putting away Cynthia’s clean laundry in her lingerie drawer, her mother discovered Cynthia’s stash of drugs. Cynthia’s mother knew that she had to do something immediately before she lost her child entirely. She didn’t want to call the police and have her arrested, so she called a Tough Love help line for advice. They told her that she should have Cynthia seen by a psychiatrist. Her mother made an appointment and talked to a specialist in adolescent psychology. He suggested she have Cynthia admitted to the hospital for observation. When her mother said she didn’t think she would be able to talk Cynthia into going into the hospital, the doctor said he would take care of everything. He said he didn’t really expect Cynthia to voluntarily go into the hospital. He would have an ambulance bring her in for admission.
Cynthia was most uncooperative when the ambulance came and injured the ambulance attendants who were forced to strap her into a stretcher. When the staff attempted to release her at the hospital, she went wild and attacked several staff members in the ensuing melee. She was wrestled to the ground by a pair of burly ward attendants who held her as the nurses injected her buttocks with a massive dose of Haldol. Cynthia collapsed on the floor in a tranquilized stupor as she was manhandled into a restaining jacket before being hustled off to her bed.
After an initial psychiatric screening in the ward, it was decided that Cynthia had a pre-psychotic personality and would probably not respond well to the normal course of psychiatric treatment. Cynthia’s mother had a meeting with the attending psychiatrist who discussed the various merits and problems associated with the only other approved treatment; electro-convulsive therapy. He told her mother that part of Cynthia’s problem stemmed from her environment; to be more precise, he said, her problem was her friends. Unless some way was found to remove her permanently from the influence of her friends, she would inevitably fall back into the same destructive patterns of behavior. He suggested that there was one highly experimental treatment that might work. If Cynthia could be regressed back to babyhood, she would have another chance to grow up and develop a normal personality. This was merely a more extreme form of a treatment that had been very successful in the past, i.e., re-patterning.
What made this treatment different was that Cynthia would actually be regressed into infancy. Her mind and body would have a chance to adjust to reality over a period of time. He pointed out that Cynthia’s id would have the opportunity to act out it’s most infantile desires without fear of punishment. The doctor went to great pains to explain that as the mother of an infant she would have no problems freeing Cynthia from the influence of her friends. By the time Cynthia was old enough to want to see her old friends again, they would have become fifteen years older and have lost interest in her. All her mother had to do is provide a loving atmosphere for baby Cynthia to grow up in and Cynthia would be cured.
The only other real alternative, the doctor explained, was a very prolonged stay in a mental ward where she would rapidly become a dependent personality. If her mother selected this treatment, the prognosis wasn’t very good; he predicted that Cynthia would probably have to be hospitalized multiple times over the next ten years and would almost certainly end her life in a mental hospital. The psychiatrist also cautioned that a prolonged stay in the psychiatric ward would be extremely expensive and could cost as much as fifty thousand dollars a year. Her mother was convinced. Her mother agreed to let her daughter Cynthia become a test subject and signed papers to that effect. Dr. Madonis was called in and briefed on the case and asked whether she would like to try her treatment out on Cynthia. Dr. Madonis told me that she hadn’t been that enthusiastic about regressing Cynthia into infancy, but after hearing the full report on her mental state she became convinced that Cynthia’s psychiatrist was right, she had to help the poor child before it was too late.
After a few days of being restrained in a bed under the influence of muscle relaxants and anti-psychotic tranquilizers, the first dosage was prepared and given. It had to be administered as an enema and two liters of the solution had to be retained for half an hour to allow the drug to be absorbed by her intestinal tract. Dr. Madonis was there to witness the first clinical trial of her new treatment. The nurses found it easy to handle the straight-jacketed girl, all they had to do was roll her over in bed onto a stack of dry bedpads and unfasten the tapes on the incontinent briefs she was wearing in lou of bathroom privileges. One of the nurses attached a chest strap to the underside of the bed and pulled it over the helpless girl’s back and buckled it in place to keep her from thrashing about while they worked. They jerked the loose diaper down between her legs and hung the enema bag on an I.V. pole attached to the foot of the bed. Cynthia grunted as she felt one of the nurses give her an injection in her buttocks to prevent convulsions. Meanwhile the other nurse secured her feet into restraining straps that were mounted to the bottom of the bed. When the nurse finished strapping her feet, she proceeded to lubricate and insert the tip of the applicator into her rectum while she cracked jokes about what a helpless baby Cynthia had become. A bottle of Ringer’s solution was hung on the pole with the enema bag and a bottle of activator was piggybacked onto the bottle of glucose. The nurse inserted a butterfly I.V. into the great saphenous vein on her leg and the fluid was allowed to slowly drip into her bloodstream.
Cynthia moaned pitifully as the drug took effect and her muscles quivered from the high concentration of calcium ions that were released by the treatment. She made feeble attempts to escape her bonds, but the muscle relaxants had made her as weak as a newborn. She couldn’t make her muscles obey her will. The tranquilizers had an equally powerful effect on her. Her lips drooped slackly and she drooled as she slurred mumbled objections to the way she was being treated. After the I.V. was started, they left her alone in her room lying prone on the bed with her bare bottom exposed. Cynthia wept quietly as waves of contractions rippled up and down her torso. Every fifteen minutes the nurses looked in and checked on the softly whimpering girl. Cynthia’s mind clouded from the effects of the drug and she slipped into a blabbing reverie calling for her momma. Dr. Madonis said she was pleased that Cynthia seemed to experience no discomfort from the treatment. Cynthia never knew when her anal sphincter released and the enema flowed out onto the diaper padding. She lay there on the bed gaily bubbling in cheerful idiocy when the nurses came to clean her up and replace her diaper. The nurses unstrapped her feet and rolled her over on her back as the drug continued to shrink her body. Within four hours, a very small child lay in the bed prattling and sucking her thumb while Dr. Madonis observed her behavior approvingly.
When Cynthia’s body had regressed into infancy, Dr. Madonis ordered the fixative to be given and the process was stopped. She had become a one-year-old baby girl. Cynthia was released into the care of her doting mother and left the hospital in her mother’s loving arms. Sara Madonis showed me pictures of an adorable blue-eyed baby girl dressed in diapers being held against her mother’s bosom. Margaret just couldn’t believe it! Was this possible? It certainly appeared to be true. She plied her with questions and before long Sara invited her out for dinner so they could discuss the process at length. They talked for hours at the restaurant. After their delightful dinner and conversation, she felt that she knew everything there was to know about the youth serum……..
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Margaret had planned to invite both Patti and Lisa over for dinner with John and her. The biggest problem was getting the two women to commit to the same date. She couldn’t wait to set up this engagement. Meanwhile she had an afternoon brunch planned with my sister and fifteen-year-old niece Wendy.
Her sister and Bethany arrived for dinner at noon and we sat in the living room to talk. Bethany’s dress was a rather childishly pretty party dress of black crushed velvet with white lace rim and a wide red satin sash tied into a tight bow in back. She wore chunky high heeled shoes with an ankle strap and sheer black hosiery. Bethany wore bright red lipstick and very heavy black eyeliner and mascara. The blue eyeshadow was accented with purple and white tint. her hair, though black, was tinted with red. She was a girl of the times, making herself up like a female rock star. She had three earrings in each ear and one in her eyebrow. Despite her association with punk rock, she was quite cute and mature for her age. In addition, Bethany was a vegetarian and a bit on the wild side. Her mannerisms, makeup and dress similar to Courtney Love and Madonna. Margaret glared at her dress, as she considered it much too short and daring.
Ann and Margaret talked while Bethany got up to pet one of Margaret’s house cats. Her cats were very affectionate and are always seeming to be vying for someone’s attention. She bent over and her stiff petticoats forced her dress high up into the air revealing the white garter belts holding up her black stocking tops and bright red satin panties. The two women didn’t take notice, as they were very deep in conversation. But her husband did!….
He was smirking and having a good time at Bethany’s expense. Margaret noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was ogling either Ann or Bethany when she saw Bethany’s bright red underpants. She immediately got up from the chair and approached Bethany. She whispered in a very low voice. “Bethany dear, your unmentionables are showing and my husband is staring straight up your dress.”
She stood straight up and turned red with embarrassment and shame. “I’m sorry. Oops!” Ann reminded her to act ladylike or else. John just snickered.
“Is there something you find amusing, John?”, Margaret said coldly and deliberately. He had a surprised look on his face like a little boy who was just caught with his hand in the forbidden cookie jar and stuttered. “Uh, er, No as a matter of fact…..” He was obviously embarrassed.
Ann gave him a cold look that threatened to freeze him solid on the spot. “Imagine a forty-five year old man ogling a fifteen-year-old just to see her underpants!”, thought Margaret disgustedly. Her thoughts turned to the days when he was punished as a teenager and made her smile. He had been so humiliated and controlled back then. Her woolgathering was cut short as she regained her focus on the present situation. His actions were inexcusable and something had to be done! Bethany sat down and John was smirking. She looked and saw that Bethany’s legs were partially opened, allowing John a small peek of her red underpants. She pounced on him and slapped him hard across the face. “What are you staring at, smart ass?”, she shouted as she slapped him. His head snapped back as he reeled in shock. She hit him so hard that he saw stars!
She’d had about enough and decided that he must really want some attention from his mommy. Margaret considered humiliating and punishing him in front of company for the very first time. The only thing that stopped her was the thought of the embarrassment her guests would suffer. John was in the kitchen, preparing dinner and both Ann and Margaret were in the library. Bethany joined them and then excused herself for a brief moment. Bethany stood up and walked to the kitchen.
John was talking to her and the next thing she knew his voice was getting louder. Ann and Margaret stopped talking to hear what was taking place in the other room. What Margaret heard made her extremely angry and her temperature went up as quickly as the volume of Bethany’s voice.
“Hey Mr. Macho, bet you wish you could get your hands on me? Well, forget it!”, she said angrily.
He replied in an equally strident tone, “You little bitch, strutting your satin panty little ass like some little whore. You’ll never have to worry about me!”. On and on it went. They heard John’s yelling and profanities, but we never heard a word in reply from Bethany. That was simply because she replied to his abuse in very low tones. They came out to the kitchen and she saw that Bethany was in tears.
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter One.
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