Skip to content Chains that Bind – Chapter Seven
Margaret finished her lunch and took him to the living room to play on the floor while she watched the TV. She took the toy train out of the shopping bag and said, “Here you go, Honey. Here’s a train for you to play with.”
John looked at the brightly colored plastic train and thought about the model train layout he had spent so much time constructing over the years. He didn’t want this poor excuse for a train. He wanted his train set! He pointed to his den and said, “Train! Want train!”
Margaret looked annoyed but seemed to be disposed to give him what he wanted. She said, “Alright, Honey. I’ll let you watch your trains, but you can’t touch them. Do you understand? You’re too young to play with electricity. Just stay there on the rug until I get things ready for you.”
He watched as she went into the kitchen and came back carrying her high chair down the hall and into his den. She came back and picked him up and carried him into his den in her arms. John reached his head over an kissed her affectionately on the cheek in thanks for letting him play with his model train set. When they got in the den, John saw that she had set up the high chair in front of the controls where he had normally stood when he operated the trains. He clapped his hands in delight as she put him in the high chair and turned on the power supply, starting the sequence of operations that were preprogrammed into the computerized controls. The first train went around the train whistling at the appropriate places and heading up the long grade into the plaster-of-paris mountains that had taken him half a year to make. The second train roared out of the yard and circled around in the opposite direction crossing the wooden bridge he had made piece-by-piece out of basswood stock and assembled into an exact reproduction of Southern Pacific’s finest. The detailing of the layout was exquisite, there was even a hobo jungle under the bridge with miniature hobos warming their tiny tin cans over a little fire. If the correct switch had been thrown on the control panel, the hobos’ fire would have even smoked, he had hidden a mini-smoke generator meant for HO train engines under the platform and cunningly concealed its opening under the ‘wood’ faggots of the fire. Signal lights blinked and bells clanged as the trains approached each crossing. John was fascinated with his train set. It was the only thing in his adult life that he had truly loved.
Margaret watched John’s delight with his trains with approval. He was so engrossed with his trains that he never noticed the drool that was running down his chin and dripping on his chest. She decided that it would be safe to let him watch the trains alone. She had seen him stand in front of his train set and watch the silly things go around and around for hours with the same expression of rapture on his face. Margaret did have some appreciation for the effort he had put into constructing the model. She had never seen anything so lovingly crafted with such incredible attention to detail. She shook her head in wonder at his hobby and realized that this was a man’s analog to a little girl’s dollhouse. Everything had to be just so, for both a little girl and a model train enthusiast like John. “Let him dream his dreams of trains,” she thought, “As long as he’s happy, why should I care what toys he plays with? He’s safe enough in the high chair. I’ll go get myself some coffee and watch TV.”
John was overwhelmed with the desire to be at the controls of his trains again. He knew it would make Margaret angry if she caught him operating the electronic controls, but if he was careful she’d never find out. Besides, hadn’t he built the thing himself? She was just being overprotective. He levered himself up in the high chair and leaned out over the tray to reach the controls of the trains to throw the switch that would set the next sequence of actions in motion. It was just beyond his reach. He laid his stomach down across the tray and stretched out his fingers. If he had another two inched he could make it. John pushed at the back of the high chair with his feet and stretched out to touch the switch. He started to slip and frantically tried to hang onto the arms of the chair with his feet. He succeeded but now the chair was unbalanced; it started to tip slowly over to the side as he tried to grab onto the controls and steady himself and the chair. The chair continued to tip, gathering speed as the angle to the floor decreased. His entangled feet dragged him away from the controls and carried him to the ground with a crash. John bumped his head and lay there on the floor momentarily stunned before he recovered and began crying in pain and frustration.
Margaret rushed into the room when she heard the crash and sized up the situation immediately. She bent down and examined his head, finding the bump forming on the side. “Naughty, naughty baby!!!”, she cried. “See what happens when you disobey your mommy? You could have gotten badly hurt! No more model trains for you, little boy. If you want to play with trains, you can play safely on the rug with the train mommy bought you.
She untangled his feet from the arms of the high chair and set it upright, then picked him up and held him to her chest as she walked from the room. John reached out his hands over her shoulder and plainted, “Train! Train!” in a desperate bid to be allowed another chance with his creation. Margaret ignored his pleas to be reunited with his model trains. She had trepidations about letting him play with electric trains and events had proven her right. She had never been comfortable with letting him do the wiring for the trains in the first place. As far as she was concerned, electrical wiring should be done by qualified electricians and electronics experts and not by weekend hobbyists. She barely understood the difference between ac and dc voltage and the thought of playing with electricity frightened her.
Margaret placed John on the rug and gave him the plastic train he had rejected earlier. He took the toy from her hand grudgingly and sat down on the rug with it for a moment before laying down and setting it before him. She unmuted the TV and went back to watching her program, keeping an eye on him to keep him from getting into mischief. John watched the women’s show boredly and rolled the train back and forth in a fit of ennui. He began to make small chugging sounds and pretended that the plastic toy was one of the engines in his model train set. Soon he was on his hands and knees, pushing the train around the rug, chugging away and going choo-choo at intervals. Margaret smiled at the sight of her baby boy playing with his train. He looked so cute in his diapers playing with his toy on the rug. He played for about ten minutes before he stopped and looked startled. The smell of a dirty diaper reached Margaret and she sighed as she got up to get a clean one from his room. She had missed most of her program and now she was going to miss some more. She decided that next time she brought him in the living room to play, she would bring some babywipes and diapers in too. Then she wouldn’t have to leave the room to get a clean diaper and miss whatever TV program she happened to be watching when he needed a diaper change.
John was stunned by how fast it had happened. One moment he was playing contentedly on the rug with his train and the next his bowels had cut loose and he was pooping in his diaper. There hadn’t seemed to be any warning at all. His toilet training hadn’t gotten a little spotty, it had completely vanished! Whether or not she had him regressed further would make no difference, he was in diapers permanently!
Margaret laid him on his back and changed his diaper quickly. She smiled at him and talked baby talk to him while she cleaned his dirty behind, then fastened a clean diaper on him snugly. When she finished, she folded the dirty diaper into a neat package and got up. Margaret placed the toy train in his hands and left him on the rug while she took the soiled diaper into the kitchen to throw away.
She came back, sat down in front of the TV and returned to her program while John lay on the floor in a state of shock over his appalling behavior. “What’s happening to me?”, he asked himself. “I’ve only been regressed into a six-year-olds body, I shouldn’t be incontinent. My mother used to brag to her friends that she had me fully potty trained at the age of twelve months. Something is happening to me psychologically. Could it be that this is how I subconsciously want to be treated? I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this. Maybe this is what I’ve been searching for without realizing it. This is almost like the feeling I get when Margaret dominates me, only better. She makes me feel so secure now just by being close to me. Is this the contentment that a baby feels in the presence of his mother? Look at her, she looks so confidant and capable sitting there. She’s the old Margaret, but there’s been something added.
She’s glancing at me now. Look at her eyes! I’ve never seen her look at me that way before. It’s a kind of warm look that seems to melt into a slow smile. She loves me! That’s it! That’s why she’s looking at me that way! Funny, it makes me feel all giddy inside. I wish she would pick me up and hold me in her arms. I want to nestle my face in her breasts and let her wrap me in her love. I’ve never felt like this! Just one glance from her and I know she’ll do anything to protect and take care of me. God, she’s gorgeous! I’ve never noticed how regal she looked before. No, regal isn’t quite the word. She’s a goddess! I get the feeling that she can reach out with her hand and change my world with the slightest gesture. I’m becoming infatuated with her. I’d do anything to please her. If she wants me to crawl at her feet, then I’d be grateful for the chance to make her smile. I’m not really good enough to stand in her presence anyway. I’ll roll on the rug in my diapers and suck my thumb if it will make her happy. She’s right. I deserve to be treated like an infant. I just don’t want this to stop. I can’t help myself. Nothing I’ve ever done in my life has ever made me feel like this. It’s like the whole world has vanished and there’s no one in it except her. I’ll put my thumb in my mouth to show her what a good baby I am. She’s smiling at me! Maybe if I pulled me knees back and wave my legs in the air, she’ll say something to me. There! I look just like a baby now. Oh God, she’s grinning at me! I smile back at her to show her how much I love her. My diaper feels hot! I’m peeing again! Oh God, this is wonderful! She’s getting up from the couch. Look at her standing over me. She looks like her head should touch the clouds. Now she’s kneeling down beside me. Her hand is reaching out. What is she going to do? She’s tickling me!”
I start to chuckle. I wave my arms and legs happily as she continues to tickle me. I’m ecstatic! She loves me! For the first time in my life, someone really loves me. I can’t contain myself. I’ve got to say something to let her know how I feel about her. I want her to know how truly happy she’s made me. I want to be treated like an infant if she’s the one who’ll be my mommy. She can raise me as her baby boy and I’ll be at her side forever! What’s a year or so in diapers? Nothing! A blink of an eye, an infinitesimal moment in the eternity of her love. Her tickling is making me pee again. It feels so strange to lay on my back in front of her, waggling my legs and laughing while my warm pee runs all over my crotch. The back of my diaper is getting warm. I can feel the hot, wet diaper against my bottom. Oh God, what a feeling! I never imagined wearing a wet diaper felt like this! Oh no! She’s frowning! What have I done? Please, please God, don’t let her be angry with me. She’s going to say something. I’m so sorry mommy, I didn’t mean to make you mad. I love you. I want…….”
Margaret frowned the leak that was forming under her baby’s diaper. She’d just changed him a minute ago and now he was wet again. Look at how happy he looked. “Oh oh, he must have seen my frown,” she thought, “He looks so apprehensive. I’ve got to say something to let him know I’m not angry with him.”
“Did mommy’s baby pee-pee in his dydee again? Don’t worry, Honey, mommy will get you changed right away. Don’t look sad, sweetiepie. Didn’t you like peeing in your dydee? Mommy doesn’t mind if you do. You’re my baby now and mommy wants you to pee in your dydee. Come on, Honey. Mommy will take you to your room and put a dry dydee on you.”
She took John to his nursery and changed his diaper then put him down for his afternoon nap. Margaret marveled at the change that had come over him. For a moment there he had acted just like a baby. She had been right when she had Dr. Madonis change him. This was his proper station in life. She raise him properly the way a good mommy should. When he got old enough to be her husband again, he’d be incapable of rebelling against her. It would be a whole new life for the two of them. Instead of having a misbehaving husband, she’d have a docile lover who would never leave her side. The thought sent a warm tingle up her spine.
The End of Chains that Bind – Chapter Seven.
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