My Perfect Marriage by Jennifer Loraine Part One of Two I discovered my husband's sexual predilections when I was looking through the garage for old magazine covers to decoupage. I found a sealed carton of new magazines that were of a "different" nature. I was naturally curious about his secret desires and took the carton into the house for closer examination. When I got them out and leafed through them, I was thoroughly shocked. My husband had very strange tastes in pornography. The bottom of the box was filled with paperback books with the same sexual theme. I went back to the garage and searched though "his" storage area. I found an old Samsonite briefcase behind the paint cans under an old tarp. It was locked, but I had a key from a suitcase that I thought might fit. I took it inside and opened it, only to find it filled with "costumes and props" that fit the sexual theme of the carton's magazines and books. "Oh ho", I thought, "I've got him now! If this is the kind of sex play he's interested in, I'm not going to have any problems with him in the future." I decided then and there that I would "encourage" him in his fantasies. If this was what he wanted I would be happy to oblige him. I went shopping that very morning for more costumes and props that would titillate him and provide me vast amusement. If he were embarrassed enough about his fantasies, then I would be able to blackmail him into doing virtually anything I wanted. His life at home was about to take a radically new direction! I waited eagerly for him to come home from work that Friday. He had finally become eligible for the trust fund his Grandparents had left him and he had submitted his resignation. This was his last day at work. I had spent an hour preparing the family room for our confrontation. I had placed a selection of his magazines under the afternoon newspaper on the coffee table in front off me. The suitcase was hidden under a sheet on the floor. I had stopped at a Thrift shop and purchased a Ping-Pong paddle which I had hid-den beside me on the easy chair. A special dinner was waiting for him, ready to be heated and served, along with an evening drink in a bottle in the refrigerator. I heard him come in the front door and put his briefcase on the floor of the foyer. I called him into the family room and asked him to sit down on the couch beside the easy chair. I decided I would toy with him a bit before I sprung my trap. The surprise would confuse and humiliate him and make him easier to control. "How was your last day?", I asked. He looked at me with a puzzled expression and said, "Okay, I guess. Same as always. How was your day?" I smiled broadly at him and said, "I spent most of the afternoon shopping. I did some cleaning in the garage this morning and I think I found something of yours, would you care to explain this?" I picked up and folded the newspaper covering the coffee table, revealing the covers of his magazines. I got up out of the chair and went over to the covered suitcase and removed the sheet, exposing the contents of the suitcase. "Or this?" His face turned beet red and I knew I had hit home. The coffee table was stacked with consecutive issues of "Dominatrix" magazines. I had placed a particularly provocative ("-to him", I thought,) issue whose cover depicted a woman in high heels and leather spanking a man dressed only in a diaper and baby bib. I reached over into the suitcase and picked up a soiled adult diaper and rubber incontinent pants and said, "I believe these are your size." I dropped them and took a baby bottle and pacifier from the case and asked, "These are not your size, but they are yours, aren't they?" I put them down and picked up a can of formula and some jars of baby food from the case and said, "Something to drink and a midnight snack, I suppose?" His face turned scarlet in embarrassment. He began to stammer out an excuse, "I...I.. didn't....haven't for a long time.....I...st..stopped..." "Don't lie to me! You haven't stopped anything. That magazine on top is last month's issue. Is this what you want?", I demanded, opening another magazine to a picture I had bookmarked. "Or this,..... or this,...... or maybe you'd like this better?" I asked, opening magazines to bookmarked pictures until the entire coffee table was covered with photos of diapered men being spanked, fed baby food, bottle and breast fed. I knew these must be his favorite pictures because the top corner of each page had been marked with a dog-ear. He hid his face in his hands in resigned humiliation. I could see that he was weeping behind his hands. He whispered in a broken voice, "If you want a divorce I'll give it to you. Anything you want, only don't tell anyone about....." "Quiet!", I ordered him, cutting him off in mid-sentence. "When I want you to speak, I'll tell you to speak! If you want me to keep quiet about this, you'll do exactly what I say. Do you understand me? Exactly!" He nodded his head in total submission and I continued, "From now on you'll do everything I say or you'll be punished. Is that clear? I'm going to be your Mommy and from now on you'll do what Mommy tells you. Mommy will make all the decisions in this house. Since you want to dress and eat like a baby, I'm going to treat you like a baby. You're going to eat baby food, drink formula, and wear diapers day and night. You'll take naps, crawl on the floor, suck your thumb, and play with baby toys. I'm going to fulfill your wildest fantasies. I'll bathe you, feed you, dress you, and change your dirty diapers. You're going to be a baby again, my baby. Is that clear?" He nodded and I said, "Good, now go over and stand in front of the ottoman. Now drop your pants. Don't take them off, just let them fall down around your legs. Good. Now drop your drawers. Kneel down in front of the ottoman. Now lay down on your tummy on top of it. Farther up, I want your bottom in the middle of it. Put your head down and look at the floor. Good, now stay right there, baby." I went to the easy chair and retrieved the paddle and stood over him and said, "You've been a very naughty baby. You've lied to Mommy and tried to deceive her. Mommy's going to spank you." I spanked him until his bottom turned bright red and he started to cry. "What's my name, baby? Tell me or I'm going to spank you some more!" "Di...Diane." I swatted his bottom with the paddle and said, "That' s what everybody else calls me. What do you call me?" "Mo...Mommy.......You're...You're my Mommy.", he cried. "What are you? Tell me!" "I'm your baby.", he whispered." "Louder", I demanded. "I'm your baby!", he cried. "Are you going to be a good baby?", I asked. "Tell Mommy you're going to be Mommy's good baby!" "I...I'll be a go...good baby, Mommy.", he stammered. "That's a gooood baby.", I sneered. "Now stand up and step out of those clothes. Take off your shirt and take your dentures out of your mouth and give them to me." He stripped off his shirt hurriedly and removed his dentures and handed them over. His face was a mask of fear and his hands shook with emotion. "Look at him,", I thought, "he's terrorized by the fear of what I'll do to him. He's become completely submissive." "Now go stand in the corner and suck your thumb until I call you.", I told him firmly. I pointed to the corner of the room and he walked over and stood in the corner facing me with his thumb in his mouth. "Turn around and face the wall.", I said. "Or do you want another spanking?" He faced the wall obediently while I put a large plastic mat on the carpet. I took a diaper bag out of the closet and put it next to the mat, then went to the kitchen and took the bottle from the refrigerator and put it in a bottle warmer. I went to the corner and took him by the hand and led him to the mat and told him to lay down on it face up. I told him to roll over on his right side. I took an adult disposable diaper from the diaper bag, opened it up, and put it behind his bottom on the mat. I ordered him to roll on his back tummy up and dusted his crotch with baby powder. Tears rolled down his face as I pulled the diaper up between his legs and fastened the tapes. When I finished, I patted the front of his diaper and said, "Is baby's dydee comfy?" He squirmed and I noticed that he was fully erect under the diaper. "Baby had better be comfy in dydees because he's going to be wearing them from now on. Now stay there baby, while I get you something to drink." I went to the kitchen and got the baby bottle filled with warm formula and re-turned. I handed it to him and said, "Drink this baby." He whimpered and put the nipple in his mouth. "Suck on it baby!", I ordered. He started nursing and I went to the easy chair and sat down. I watched him suckle the bottle, wondering how long it would take for the diuretic and the laxative that I spiked the formula with to take effect. I watched tv for an hour, then took him by the hand and led him to the kitchen. I sat him down in a geriatric chair I had bought early that afternoon, strapped him in the chair and tied his arms to the armrests of the chair with gauze strips. I put the tray on the chair and tied an adult feeding bib around his neck. I prepared a dinner of strained peas, plums and mixed vegetables and chicken in a feeding dish and brought it to him. I put the feeding dish on the tray, then sat down in a kitchen chair in front of him. I picked up the spoon in my left hand and reached under the tray with my right hand and grabbed his balls through the diaper. "If baby doesn't eat his dinner, he knows what Mommy is going to do, doesn't he?", I asked, giving his balls a squeeze. He shivered involuntarily and nodded. I fed him the entire dinner of baby food non-stop with my left hand, while holding his balls tightly though the diaper with the other hand. Whenever he slowed his eating I clamped down on his balls, threatening to crush them. When he finished, I wiped his face clean with the bib and wheeled him into the fam-ily room. I sat down and watched tv. After about an hour I heard a small voice ask, "Mommy, would you let me up to go to the bathroom? I need to pee." I laughed and told him to wait until the end of the movie. A half-hour later I heard him ask me again, "Mommy can I pleaaaase go to the bathroom? I need to pee now! I've got to poop too!" I turned to him and said, "Why do you think I diapered you? You can pee and poop whenever you want to; you're wearing a diaper, use it!" I turned back to my movie. A few minutes later, I heard a soft moan and I turned to him and asked, "Did you pee in your dydee baby?" He nodded miserably. "Pleaaaase change me Mommy.", he begged. "Did you poop?", I asked. He shook his head no and I told him to tell me when he had pooped in his diaper. I continued to watch the tv, sneaking peeks at him from time to time, to see how he was reacting to this treatment. He seemed to be alternately miserable and sexually excited. He begged me again, "Pleaaaase Mommy!" I got up and reached into my pocket and took out a pacifier which I put into his mouth. I removed the tray from the chair and untied his arms and unstrapped him. His soggy diaper sagged deeply under the weight of his pee as I took him by the hand and got him out of the chair. I made him sit on the mat while I put the chair in the corner. Then I took a large mesh bag from the closet and dumped it on the floor in front of him. Wooden blocks tumbled out in a pile and buried his feet. "Suck on your Binkie and play with your blocks quietly. Let Mommy watch her movie or Mommy is going to spank you. Do you understand me?" He nodded and began stacking the blocks; constructing some kind of building. "On your hands and knees baby! Play on your hands and knees! I want to see you crawl.", I ordered and sat down again in my easy chair. He got on all fours to work on his project and within twenty minutes I heard a moan gagged by the pacifier. Within a few minutes the smell of a dirty diaper reached me. I glanced down at him and smiled at his complete humiliation. I chuckled, "Diddums poop in his dydee?" He looked up at me with tears of shame welling up in his eyes and nodded. "Keep on playing and I will change you when the commercial comes on.", I told him. When the commercial came on, I made him lie on his back on the mat. I knelt be-side him with the diaper bag and unfastened the diaper tapes. I pulled the diaper down between his legs and looked at the stinking mess in the diaper. "That's a gooood baby. He made a good poopy in his dydee. Is baby happy now? Is this what he wants? Does he en-joy Mommy treating him like a little baby?" His penis stood up, hard and fully erect. I smiled down at his erection and caressed the tip of his penis with my fingertips. "I'll take this as a yes.", I said. I made him roll over on his side and cleaned his dirty bottom with a baby wipe, then I rediapered him in a fresh diaper. "If baby is good, Mommy will let him have some titty before he goes nite-nite.", I promised him. "Now go back to your playing." He got back on his hands and knees and started playing with his blocks again. When the news was over I said, "It's time to go nite-nite baby. " I took him by the hand and led him to the spare bedroom which I had redecorated as a nursery. I put him in the bed on his side with his feet at the bottom of the bed. I picked up a book from the dresser, climbed into the bed beside him with my head at the top of the bed and removed his pacifier. His eyes grew wide and bright with excitement as I opened my blouse and lifted my breast out and guided the nipple to his trembling lips. He took the nipple between his lips, drawing the aureole completely into his mouth and started sucking. I opened the book and began reading a Winne the Poo story to him while he nursed at my tit. He moaned and whimpered while he suckled which I found extremely arousing. After about ten minutes I changed breasts and let him suck the other tit for awhile. I could feel his hard penis through his diaper and knew he was as horny as I was. The feeling of power was intoxicating; I knew he would let me do anything I wanted to him. He looked so sweet in his diaper, sucking at my breast. I let him work on the other tit until I couldn't wait any longer. I put the book down and gently removed the tit from his mouth, then rolled him over on his back and replaced the pacifier. I got out of bed, took off my slacks and panties, and got back into bed on top of him, straddling his hips with my knees. I pulled down the front of the diaper just enough to get his penis out and mounted him. "It's a good thing I made you get a vasectomy last year, honey. I wouldn't want to take care of two babies.", I said as I began to slowly pump up and down on him. His moans of pleasure were muffled by the pacifier and I continued to pump until I orgasmed. "That's enough stimulation for now, baby. You have to go to sleep.", I said, knowing that he had not orgasmed and would lie awake all night. I dismounted from him and got out of bed. He lay back in a state of sexual excitement and reached for his penis. "Naughty, naughty baby. Mustn't touch your wee-wee unless Mommy tells you to. It's time to go nite-nite.", I chided him. I reached under the bed and pulled out the restraining straps that I had attached to the bed. I strapped his chest in securely, then strapped down his arms and legs; he wouldn't be getting out of this bed at night. If he needed to go to the bathroom, he could use the diaper; the mattress was protected by a rubber-backed flannel sheet. I covered him with a comforter, then turned to the dresser and put a tape I had found in his suitcase in the garage into the tape player and turned it on. "Good night baby.", I told him as picked up my clothes and I turned to the door. "I want you to get all the sleep you can. Tomorrow will be the first day of your new life and I want you to be rested. It's going to be a very busy day.", I grinned wickedly and closed the door. The only thing wrong with this scenario was the lack of a suitable bed partner for me. I would take care of that problem tomorrow, I thought. This is going to be very amusing, I told myself as I got ready for bed. I liked the feeling of power his subjugation gave me. The sight of him crawling around the floor in diapers, utterly in my power, was exhilarating. I lay in bed and thought about the tape I had put in the player earlier. It was a tape of lullabies with subliminal instructions that promised to destroy a person's bowel and bladder control within twenty-four hours. Tomorrow I would break his toilet-training completely. He would be a whimpering infant by bedtime tomorrow night. I smiled in anticipation as I turned off the light. Later that night I was woken by the sound of him crying. He was begging me, pleading with me to come and let him loose from the bed so he could go to the bathroom. The diuretic and the laxative were still working on him. It sounded like he would soon be wearing a very wet and dirty diaper. I'd change him in the morning; he needed to get used to dirty diapers. I smiled to myself as I turned over and went back to sleep. The next morning I got up and made myself a cup of coffee and prepared a bottle of juice for him. I finished my coffee and went in to change his diaper. He was fast asleep and looked years younger than his age. I pulled off his comforter and unstrapped his legs so I could change him. He woke up as I unfastened the diaper tapes and I said, "Gooood morning! Did Mommy's baby have a good sleep? Mommy is going to change baby's dy-dee. Did baby know he was wearing a dirty dydee?" When I pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs, the stench of ammo-nia and feces filled the room. I cleaned and rediapered him quickly, then restrapped his legs and released his right hand. I handed him the bottle of juice and said, "After you finish your bottle, I expect you to go back to sleep. It's too early for you to be up, baby." I went to the dresser and folded the soiled diaper and turned on the tape player. I picked up a can of room deodorizer from the dresser and sprayed the room. Lullabies and baby powder scented deodorizer filled the air as I left the room, taking the folded diaper with me. He would be asleep again shortly I knew; I had put sleeping pills in his juice. After about two hours I woke him again and fed him mixed cereal for breakfast and gave him his bottle of formula. He whimpered a bit as I fed him, so I knew I was getting to him. I let him out of the bed, led him into the living room and made him crawl on the floor in front of me while sucking on a pacifier. Then I made him eat my pussy while I read him stories from Winnie the Poo. At noon the doorbell rang and I went to answer it while he hid in the corner of the living room. My friend Philis had arrived. I grinned in anticipation as I let her in and showed her into the living room. She walked in the room and spotted him huddled against the wall in fear of discovery. "What's this?", she said. "Have I walked in on something I shouldn't?" "No", I said. "I've just discovered what he really wants in life. He wants to be Momma's baby! Don't you think he looks cute in diapers? Take a seat on the couch. We can talk while he plays with his blocks." Philis sat down and I said, "Get away from that wall, baby. She won't hurt you. Play with your blocks while Mommy and Philis talk." He dragged himself away from the corner with a mortified expression on his face and crawled over to his toys. I went over to him, reached into my pocket and took out a pacifier and put it in his mouth, then returned and sat down on the couch. "What's going on, Diane?", she said. "Why is he dressed in diapers?" I explained what I had found in the garage and what I had done to him. She laughed and said, "I always knew men were only overgrown babies! Do you make him use his diapers?" "Of course.", I said grinning, "I changed his dirty diaper this morning." Philis chuckled and said, "I'll bet he got a kick out of that. What else do you make him do?" "I feed him baby food, make him drink from a baby bottle and crawl on the floor. I think he enjoys it, I haven't heard him complain. Of course, if he does complain, I'll spank him!" Philis laughed nastily and said, "I've got a tape I think he should listen to. Let me go to my car and get it. I'll be right back." She returned a few minutes later with a cassette and a portable tape player. Philis walked over to him and put the earphones on his head. "Now listen to Philis, baby! Philis wants you to repeat everything you hear on the tape exactly, or Philis and Mommy will spank! Do you understand?" He nodded and she turned on the player. A minute later, he started gurgling and cooing. I burst out laughing and said, "What's on that tape?" "It's just a tape of my nephew talking. He's year old." We listened to him for a short period, sniggering at his performance, then returned to our discussion. When the tape ended, I took off the headphones and told him, "Mommy wants you to talk just like the baby on the tape. Sit on the floor and practice without the tape. If you're good, Mommy will give you your bottle as a reward." I reseated myself on the couch and smiled as he blathered and prattled unconvincingly. After an hour I got up and got his bottle from the kitchen. "That's a gooood baby.", I said, pinching his cheek patronizingly. "Here's your bottle." His voice had gotten hoarse and he guzzled the formula thirstily. I went into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of coffee for us. He felt an uncontrollable urge to pee and he looked at Philis to see if she was watching, embarrassed by the potential audience. He was already peeing a little, just enough to dampen his diaper. Without warning his sphincter relaxed and he peed in a rush, soaking the front of his diaper. He blushed in embarrassment as the front of the diaper grew heavier and the urge to pee disappeared. It sagged low on his hips and was obviously sopping wet. Philis watched him suck on the nipple with an amused expression and said, "Did you say you had changed his diaper when he got up this morning?" I nodded agreement and she continued, "Don't you think it's time to check it again? It looks a little soggy to me. Would you like me to check?" I called my assent back to her and she got up from the couch and stood over him. I walked back into the living room with a coffee cup in each hand for us, and a small feed-ing bowl and spoon for him. I found him looking up at her fearfully with the nipple still in his mouth. She pushed him down on his back and knelt beside him, then put three fingers of her right hand down into the front of his diaper. She grinned at me and said, "He's wet alright. Shall I change him?" "Please.", I said. "The diapers are in the bag on the floor in the corner." "He's a typical man, Mary. He can't help but make a mess, then he needs a woman to point it out and clean it up for him." Philis unfastened the tapes on the sides of the diaper and lifted it away from him. He started to take the nipple out of his mouth as she pulled the front of the diaper down between his legs. Philis slapped him hard on his cheek and said, "No one told you to stop nursing, baby!" Tears welled up in his eyes and rolled down the sides of his cheeks as she contin-ued to remove his sodden diaper. Philis topped and tailed him with a babywipe; rolling him on his side, wiping his bottom, and positioning a clean diaper beneath him, then rolling him on his back and wiping his front. He whimpered when she pulled the clean diaper up and spread it over his belly. She secured the sides, then patted it's front and said, "There you go baby. Baby is nice and snug in a dry dydee." She turned to Mary and said, "He really does make a cute baby." Philis tickled him under his chin and said, "He looks adorable in diapers. They make him look so sweet and innocent.", she told Mary and pulled the diaper up over his bulging tummy. "You're Mommy's darling baby. Aren't you, honey?" She folded the sopping mass into a neat packet and handed it to me, then got up and sat on the couch. I bent over and took the bottle from him and took it and the wet diaper into the kitchen. I returned and said, "Did baby enjoy that? Does sweetums like his dydee changed by Aunt Philis?" He moaned and hid his face in his hands. "Stop that!", I said. "Get on your hands and knees in front of Mommy. Crawl in a circle. Now talk baby talk while you crawl." He crawled in a circle a few times, then stopped and started to cry. "What's wrong, baby?", I sneered at him. Philis grimaced and said, "I think he just pooped in his dydee." "Did you poop in your dydee?", I demanded. He looked up at me with tears streaming down his face and nodded. "Mommy will change your dydee in a few minutes.", I said and sat down on the couch next to Philis. I put my arm around Philis's shoulder and kissed her on the mouth, then looked down at him and continued, "We have some news for you, Poopy-pants! Philis is moving in with us today. She'll be sleeping in the master bedroom with me. You see, baby, she and I have been lovers for a long time. She doesn't like men very much, but I think she'll like you just fine, baby. Aunt Philis just loves the sight of you crawling on the floor in dirty diapers. She thinks you look cute sucking on your pacifier. She's agreed to help me take care of you, baby. I know she'll be happy to make you behave yourself and spank you when you'll naughty. You're never going to have to worry about anything again. Aunt Philis and Mommy will take care of you. You'll be our baby boy." His expression turned into one of utter despair and he moaned pitifully as he real-ized the full import of what I had just said. "Now, I want to hear you make baby noises, sweetie.", I told him. His chest heaved and his jaw quivered in humiliation. He began sniveling with his eyes closed. "Now, sweetie! Or Mommy will spank!", I threatened. He blathered and prattled brokenly through his sobs. "That's a good baby.", I cooed. "Now crawl over here. Mommy has a special reward for you." He crept slowly over to us and waited silently for my next command. "Now stand up, baby and face Mommy.", I ordered. He stood there excited and red-faced. I prodded his crouch with my finger. It was just as I suspected; he was fully erect under his diaper. I pulled down the front of his diaper and flipped out his penis. I circled my thumb and forefinger around it and began to masturbate him slowly. He whimpered in ecstasy as I moved faster and faster. When he started to spurt, I took the small feeding bowl I had brought from the kitchen and caught his cum in the dish. I slipped the flaccid penis back in his diaper and pulled the diaper back up. "Get down on your knees baby and open your mouth.", I said. He looked at the bowl in horror as I took a spoonful of his cum and put it in his mouth. "Mommmy.... please nooo!", he managed to say around the spoon. I fed him his entire wad while Philis watched and giggled. "Wasn't that nummy baby?", I said. "Now suck on Mommy's pussy while Aunt Philis watches." I hiked my skirt up, slid off my panties and spread my legs wide in greeting for his face. He crawled up to me, whimpering the entire way, then began sucking voraciously at my clit. Philis and I held hands and watched him eat my pussy while I controlled his head with one hand. The sight of my husband, wearing a dirty diaper, weeping silently and sucking furiously on my pussy was incredibly arousing. His tonguing and sucking made me want to moan helplessly with pleasure. The cunnilingus was making me fantastically horny! I gripped Philis's hand so hard I thought I would break her fingers. I was not about to let him think he could make me lose control. I was the Mommy here and not the baby! Let HIM moan and cry about his lost manhood! I'd show him how a woman behaved! I felt a muscular ripple deep inside myself which grew in intensity, becoming a quivering throb that rolled through my pelvis and sent tingling thrills coursing up and down my spine. It radiated from the vagina to my nipples and seemed to go on endlessly. I had never had an orgasm like this! I felt a wet hot rushing sensation filling my groin and the world exploded in a shower of lights around me. I turned to Philis and french-kissed her, thrusting my tongue deep into her mouth. She returned my kiss enthusiastically and fondled my breasts. My erect nipples lunged into her caress and rubbed themselves against her hands. Philis gave me a bedroom look and smiled at me. I looked down, took my husband's head in both my hands and pulled his face away from my pussy. His eyes were puffy and his cheeks were tear- streaked from crying. I patted the top of his head condescendingly and said, "Poor baby. Don't cry! Mommy's baby boy did good! It's time for baby to go nite-nite. While baby takes his nap, Mommy and Aunt Philis will be in our room making love to each other." Philis and I stood up hand-in-hand. I asked Philis to get a pacifier for him. She found his pacifier and slipped it between his lips. He fussed for a moment, then settled down and sucked on the latex nipple. I allowed myself a small sigh of triumph; I had been successful. He had become completely docile and dependent on me. He had emotionally regressed to an infant; he had even lost his toilet training. There was nothing left of my husband now but a overgrown, thumb-sucking, diaper-messing baby. We took him by the hand and led him to the nursery. I changed his dirty diaper and put him to bed for his afternoon nap, then Philis and I went into the bedroom and made love the rest of the afternoon. I knew then that I finally had the perfect marriage. Finis Copyright 1995 by Jennifer Loraine