It was such a thrill for me to see the letter, 'A Woman's Wife' printed in 'Madame' Vol 4 No 4. I did promise that I would write to you again. You must not think that I am complaining about my life. Quite the opposite, for I am very happy to be my wife's chattel and plaything, and wouldn't want to be anything else in the world. I have found true contentment beneath a woman's thumb. Women are the superior sex, and men are designed for their pleasure.

Circumstances have altered considerably for me since I wrote my last letter. Shiela knows that I am now fully subjugated, a weak-kneed sissy who needs a woman's control, so she does not treat me as strictly as she did. I am still spanked regularly, but that is for her pleasure; she says that I have a 'spankable' bum.

Shiela has made friends with our next door neighbour, a divorcee named Ms Bennett, who has a daughter, Janice. Ms Bennett fully approves of the way in which I am treated, and says she wishes that she had done the same with her own husband, while Janice regards me with the utmost contempt. She once heard me crying after I had been spanked, and so she always addresses me as 'Cry Baby'.

A little time ago, Shiela, who is an accountant, was invited to attend a conference in London. The conference was to last for four days, and she was particularly anxious to go, as some of her business associates were to be present. Unfortunately, I was the problem. There was no one to keep an eye on me, and she certainly not leave me on my own. So it looked as though Shiela would not be able to go, and she worked off her annoyance on me with a good sound spanking with her slipper.

The next morning Ms Bennett came round for coffee and, with an amused glance at my still flushed face, asked what had been the trouble the night before. She said that Janice had remarked that she had heard " 'Cry Baby' at it again".

My wife explained, 'There is no one with whom I can leave him', she said. 'Oh, I know that Rita would have him like a shot, but I don't trust her as far as I can see her. She'd have him in bed almost before I was out of the front gate'.

Rita, although circumspect in my wife's presence, had 'tried it on' with me more than once. I did not realise that Shiela was suspicious of her. Ms Bennett laughed and said, 'Don't worry about it. I'll have him and look after him for you, if you'll let me'.

'Will you?' exclaimed Shiela delightedly.

'All right', replied Ms Bennett, 'Let's put the poor little thing out of his misery'. Turning to me she continued, 'You're going to be a baby! I'll get a cot for you, and you shall wear nappies, and have a dummy and a titty bottle. And I am sure Janice will buy you a lovely rattle. She says you are nothing but a big cry baby, so we are going to treat you like one!'

Shiela gave a delighted peal of laughter, and her eyes shone at the thought. Ms Bennett turned back to Shiela, 'Of course, I'll change his nappies myself. I'll not let Janice do that. But she is simply dying to give him his bottle and play baby games with him. She'll make an excellent nurse'.

They both burst out laughing again, and Shiela wagged her finger at me sitting helplessly in my pinafore, and said, 'Baby, baby...Diddums want his dum-dum then?' while I sat red faced and ashamed before them.

When the day came for Shiela to leave, Ms Bennett came over to collect me. I had been put into my best frock with frilly knickers and socks. Shiela had bought me a big fluffy teddy bear to cuddle in bed. 'Say Ta-Ta to Mummy then, and come along with Auntie', said Ms Bennett, taking me by the hand. 'It's time for your feed, and then you shall go bye-byes in your nice cot'.

'Be a good baby', warned Shiela, and do everything that Auntie and Janice tell you, or a certain little bottom will be very red when I came back'.

Ms Bennett (whom I must now call 'Auntie') led me into her house and up the stairs to the back bedroom, which she had prepared as my nursery. In one corner stood a single bed that had been converted into something like a baby's cot by the addition of muslin frills and a canopy tied back with baby ribbon. On a table near the door was a row of four or five feeding bottles and teats, and near them a big rubber dummy with a bow of blue ribbon tied to the ring.

'Auntie' undressed me at once, which wasn't difficult, for I was only wearing my usual frock and knickers. Then she told me to lie on the cot, pushed the dummy in my mouth, and tied it behind my head so that I could not rid myself of it even if I had wanted to. She took a 'lady shave' razor, and shaved off my pubic hair and under my arms, for, as she said, 'Babies don't have hair in those places'.She then produced a tin of baby powder and started to powder my bottom and between my legs.

'My', she said as she did it, 'what soft skin our dear little baby has...We must take care of it. Mummy would be very cross with Auntie if she came back and found that Baby had nappy rash!'

In no time at all, it seemed, she had pinned a nappy on me, put me into a short frilly baby frock, and tied a bib around my neck. The bib had 'Mummy's Little Baby Pet' embroidered right across it in blue silk. When she had done this she tucked the bedclothes around me. 'Now baby', she cooed, 'lie down and have a good suck of your nice dum-dum while Auntie gets your titty bottle ready'.

It was the dummy that did it. Until then I had felt ashamed and rebellious, but as soon as I began to suck the big dummy teat I was lost. The feel of the teat in my mouth was supremely comforting, and sucking it was absolute luxury. I felt safe, secure, and babyish. I am sure that if anyone had taken the dummy away from me then, I should have cried like a little baby.

'Auntie' saw this at once as soon as she returned to the cot. 'Well I never', she cried. 'Janice was right then, you are nothing but a great big baby! Now you shall have your bottle'.

She got me up and sat me down on her lap. She took away the dummy and pushed the bottle teat into my mouth, and I sucked on it. It is no use trying to describe it, it was an ecstasy of humiliation. Tbe on that broad lap, held against those big, cushiony breasts, with the rubber teat in my mouth and drawing in the sweet baby milk, was at once the greatest humiliation, and the greatest joy, that I have ever experienced. I could have stayed there for hours, becoming more and more babyish each minute, but it was over too soon and I was back in my cot with my dummy. But the experience would be repeated, so I sucked contentedly.

When Janice returned, I had more humiliation to endure. To be treated like a baby by a full-grown woman is humiliating enough, but to be babied by a laughing, teasing teenager is the ultimate of humiliation. My cup of shame was full when Janice, shaking the rattle at me, said, 'What a great big baby you are! Fancy sucking a dummy and wearing a nappy at your age! Who's a great big titty baby, then?' But it was a delightful shame, and even more so when she gave me my bottle.

And so it went for the whole four days, with me becoming more and more babyish each day. I regressed completely to infancy, and behaved quite naturally like a real baby. When on the third morning I actually cried when I lost my dummy for a moment, Janice's scorn knew no bounds. But I was past caring.

On the morning of Shiela's return, I was in my cot and Janice was playing 'pat-a-cake' with me, when she arrived. Needless to say, she was very amused and I was put through all my baby tricks for her enjoyment. The hilarity was unrestrained when I wet my nappy in the middle of it.

Now Shiela says that she is going to keep me as a baby, and that it will solve a number of problems for her. However, she is going to do it properly, and I am to have a fully equipped baby girl's nursery, and the spare room will have to be redecorated for this purpose. Naturally, Janice has already offered to come and babysit. Shiela is out now buying a cot and playpen and other things that she says I shall need, so I have taken this opportunity to write. I hope for the sake of my bottom that I shall not be found out.

All I can say is, that although I still pretend to be ashamed, I am secretly looking forward to my baby life, even if they do pop me in a large pram and wheel me down the High Street, as they threaten to do.
Yours sincerely,

'Baby'

Here is a correspondent who is, at least, willing to admit to experiencing the blissful ecstasy of helpless baby treatment. Bt of coursea little show of resistance is part of the fun, and I have no doubt that Shiela, even though her hubby may wriggle with blushing embarrassment, understands that he is thoroughly enjoying the whole thing.

I can't understand why Shiela would not leave him alone though: there are ways of ensuring a petticoat-dominated hubbie's chastity, so there was no reason to suppose that Rita dropping by would be a problem whilst Shiela was away.
Susan