[Femdom] The Teenage Infant

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Myra had grown somewhat bored with her husband Hugh, thus his life was mainly now spent bound in a brown leather straight jacket sack and locked into a small wooden box, she now spent most of her time with her current boyfriend, she never did divorce Hugh and wasn't planning to at the moment as she found it highly amusing to bring a friend over and say "Hey, would you like to meet my husband" just saying that line to herself in her head made her giggle out loud.

Even though it had been Hughs own fantasy to be abused and dominated by a Myra, he had never wanted things to go this far, but the main reason Myra enslaved Hugh to such a high degree was because he could not give her the one thing she craved more than anything else in this world..... a baby!

Myra being fit and healthy and Hugh having trouble at times rising to attention the pair both thought that Hugh was impotent, thus him being the problem, but after almost a year of constant trying with her new boyfriend Myra was still not pregnant. She decided to go to the clinic and get herself tested, sure enough the problem was never Hugh, it was Myra all along. After a few days in somewhat of a depressive state Myra decided to dump her boyfriend, after all he could not give her what she wanted either and she just concentrated on her home life.

Hugh being the only thing in Myra's world meant although his slavery was deeper than ever, she at least now remembered to feed him and Hugh still relished the moments he felt Myra touch him as he had been kept blindfolded constantly for the past 2 years her touch was the only thing he could associate with affection, even if it was a slap or a kick.

After another couple of months passed Myra woke early one morning to a knocking at the door, she dressed and walked down the stairs to answer it, opening the door just a little she looked through the crack and asked what they wanted. The young man at the door who was no more than 19 stood drenched in the rain, his long blonde hair was curly and completely soaked, he was shivering holding onto to coat freezing from the cold weather.

He explained he was Hugh's son Peter and that his mother had passed away, the reason he was here was to see if you could stay with his father as he had no one else to turn to. As if switching on a lightbulb Myra's brain came up with the answer to all her problems, sure she could not have the baby she had always wanted, but she sure as hell could make one!

She invited Peter in and out of the cold, playing the part of the concerned step mother so perfectly it almost shocked herself, she told Peter that Hugh was out at work at the moment and offered him a drink and something to eat. She fetched him a hot cup of tea and some sandwiches and placed them down on the box next to the chair Peter was sat in, the very box that Hugh was right at this moment bound and gagged inside of, Myra liked to keep him close to home.

After a while Hugh must of woke up from a sleep as Peter heard banging and the sound of muffled moans coming from the box, this always pleased Myra when Hugh would wake up and the gag in his mouth would startle him and he would panic for a moment before remembering where he was. Quick as anything Myra leaped across the room with a syringe in her hand and plunged it deep into Peters arm, not giving him time to ask any questions, but he was quick enough to get a small scratch in on Myra's shoulder.

Peter blacked out, when he awoke he was groggy and feeling a little nauseous he noticed his hands and feet were bound with thick pink ribbons very tightly and tied to the bed he was laying on, in his mouth was a pacifier gag, he had been put into a thick white diaper and stood over watching him was Myra.

"Good morning Princess"

He pulled at the restraints but to no avail, the gag was fastened tightly too and he felt so helpless.

Myra explained to him all about the noise he had heard from the box and that it was in fact his dad trapped inside it, of course this made Peter tug again but Myra just stood smiling knowing that he was not going anywhere. She explained to him that he was now the baby girl she had always wanted and they could now be one big happy family together.

Of course, he wasn't any ordinary adult baby, Myra was far too sadistic for that and the fact never even crossed her warped little mind, he was kept strapped to the same bed for weeks, being bottle fed by Myra 3 times a day usually consisting of Myra or Hugh’s pee, sometimes she would get creative and mix milk with pee, or just mix left over drinks together to cause something that clearly curdled and would not be pleasant to drink. Of course, Peter had no way of stopping Myra giving him the bottles and they were not as bad as the meals she forcefully spoon fed him.

After 3 weeks Peter woke one night and he noticed his right hand had come loose, he pulled and pulled at it until finally the ribbon gave and his hand came free, he quickly undid the ribbon from the other hand, untied his legs and removed the gag, he quietly got out of the bed and opened the door to the hallway, checking the coast was clear and making a break for it. Myra being as clever as she was though had anticipated escape attempts and of course made sure the doors were locked with multiple locks and no keys but it was the trip wire half way down the stairs that caught Pete, making him tumble down the final 6 steps and causing enough noise to wake an elephant, Myra quick as a flash ran down to where Peter lay and shoved another needle in his arm.... once again darkness.

When Peter awoke, he was in the small closet of Myra's room, the closet was bare except for the rail that ran above his head, a pink blanket with pink hearts on, a teddy bear and .... MYRA! He quickly went into panic mode and fell to the floor, he could not stand up, he could not fight her off, but he wasn't bound, he looked at his arms and almost fainted, his arms and legs had been amputated at the knees and elbows and on the stumps were white sheaths with a big pink bow on the end, his hair had been straightened and another pink bow tied into his hair, his nipples had been pierced with love hearts hanging from them and the diaper he was wearing was much thicker than the last one.

Myra reached down and grabbed the nose ring he hadn't noticed and connected a chain and ran it to the rail above, then did the same with 2 other rings in his eyebrows. Myra explained that the removal of his limbs was a mild punishment for his escape attempt and she could not have her baby girl wandering off alone. She picked up a kitchen knife and holding Peters face started to carve love hearts into his cheeks, then his chest, then a large one around his stomach that was almost a pink band threaded through the skin. She finished with carving in big letters "Little Princess" into his chest, after all Princess was what she always called him, so that might as well be what he was now known by.

She was going to make sure he was the most girly, baby, abused thing on the entire planet, and the fun they could have as a family made her very excited.

She hugged him, holding on tightly, blood still dripping from the knife.

"I love you Princess, you are going to be so much fun!"

Things could only get better for Peter..... right?

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