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I won't spoil the ending for you, slaves,  watch and know that this can happen to anyone!

Crybaby - more of the story!

Hi Mistress,

Here is more of the story I wrote.


The Adventures of Crybaby

By

Crybaby


(Warning-This is an adult story.  Go away if you are under age or don’t like erotic stories)


Chapter 1 Pages 4-6

Transitions


     As the dizzying display continued he heard his wife shout out, “Be a dear and check out the pacifiers on aisle three for me.”

     “How did you know they were on aisle three?  We were never here before.”  He said.

     “Oh, a friend made mention of it.”  His wife quickly covered up.

     Jon drifted over to the third aisle to take a look, but he really had no idea what his wife had in mind.  He noticed a rather striking lady with beautiful black hair and mesmerizing, big brown eyes.  She was leaning over the pacifiers while taking a look at the many different kinds.  He came over to look at them as well.

     “Interesting aren’t they.”  She said in the sweetest and sexiest sounding voice he had ever heard.

     “No to me.  I have no idea why my wife dragged me into this.”  He said.

     “Well, it is good to follow your wife’s orders every now and then don’t you think?”  Her voice seemed commanding.

     “I suppose.”

     “You know there really are so many kinds and so many different sizes; oh my, just look at them.”  Her voice lilted and somehow penetrated into his mind.  Suddenly she was whispering in a very sexy voice.  “I’ll bet they take you back to when you hadn’t a care in the world and were just a tiny wee baby.  Wouldn’t you just love to take out one of these pacifiers and pop it right into your mouth?”  She suggested.

     He suddenly felt very light headed.  It was almost like he was in slow motion as her voice drifted on.  He felt annoyed and yet something about her made him feel safe, warm and secure.  She opened one of the larger pacifiers and began to stare at it.  In turn he began to stare at it as well.  He didn’t understand what was happening, as she popped it in her own mouth.

     “Hem, this one seems perfect for a big baby.  Why don’t you open your mouth for me and let me put it inside.”  Again, her voice was like some controlling whisper.  It was firm, yet silky smooth and quite penetrating.

     He turned his head from side to side to see if any one was watching.  “Look lady, I don’t know what kind of kinky stuff you are into but I am not into…”  She cut him off.

     “Look at it.  That’s it…look into it deeply.  It was in my mouth.  My spit is all over it, and now all you can think about is putting it deep inside your own mouth.  Look at it, deeper and deeper…listen to the sound of my voice.  You must obey me.  It feels so good to obey me.  Look at it…that’s right…deeper now.  I’ll bet your dick is no larger than this itsy bitsy, teensy weensy pacifier.” She was pulling him in.  It was just a few lines but she knew her induction was working.  His interest was growing.  “Now, be a good little boy and open your mouth for me.”

     His mind was struggling.  He knew he should just walk away.  His wife could come down the aisle any minute, but his mind was drifting; and before he knew any better his mouth opened nice and wide for her.  She popped it inside his mouth.

     “Good boy, now suck!”  She ordered and he began to suck like a baby.  She burst out into laughter.  It was some sort of crazy sounding laugh.  It was like something terrible was going to follow.  He quickly spit it out and she just continued to laugh.  “I hope I was able to help you find your pacifier today.”  She said while he seemed annoyed.  “I’ll bet your wife would be interested in knowing that her husband let a strange woman just stick a baby pacifier right into his mouth.”

     He became panicky.  “I don’t know why I did it.  You can’t possibly tell her.  It was a mistake.  Please don’t tell her.”  He began to beg.

     “I don’t even know your wife,” She pretended, “but I am sure I can find out.  You see I own this establishment and soon I am going to own you as well.”  She handed him a card.  “My name is Cassie.  If you wish to continue this give me a call some time.” Then she just walked away.  He felt flustered and worried.  He wanted to just rip up the card, but instead he slid it into his pocket. He had to find his wife quickly.  He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

     The ride back home was filled with anxiety on Jon’s part.  He felt guilty.  Worse, he felt more insecure than he had ever been in his life.

     “Did you enjoy seeing the fine baby toys, dear?”  She joked.

     “Very funny.  I don’t want to ever go there again.”  He said in a shaky voice.

     “Why, what’s the matter honey.  Didn’t you like looking at all those pacifiers?”  She cajoled.

     “What did you meant by that?”  His voice grew loud and questioning.

     “Oh, nothing; I was just kidding honey.  You will feel better after I make you a nice big steak when we get home.

     He changed the subject.  “You know ever since my baby brother moved in we haven’t made love in a long time.”

     “Baby brother, huh.”  She said filled with cynicism.  “It was your baby brother who used to beat you up when you were young.”

     “Don’t remind me of that.  I told you that in confidence.”  He turned his head away from his wife and looked vaguely out the window of the car.

     “Well, I am glad you told me, dear, just don’t call him that.  I kind of think he might be much more of a man than you will ever be.”  She was goading him on.

     “Why do you say that?  Why do you tease me all the time?”

     “Well, let me see, you wet the bed and you can’t even handle your own baby brother and stop him from pulling pranks on you. For goodness sake, he is five years younger than you and you still let him push you all around.  Why don’t you just stand up to him.  Throw him out on the street.  You know he likes to take liberties with me.”

     “What does that mean?”  Jon pretended not to know.  His wife really didn’t know for sure if he did know at this point in time.

     “Come on now, you know how he loves to put his hand up my dress when I wear one.  I told you to stop him, but you just let it go and laugh.  Perhaps I should let him go even further with his hand.  Would you like that, hem?  Would you?”  She waited in silence for his long reply.

     “No, no…you know that’s not what I want…it’s just…well…it’s just…”

     “Yes, I know.  You are just afraid of getting beat up by him again.”  She said in disgust.  “My god, I am married to a first class wimp.”

     “I just don’t want to get beaten up again.  He can get very angry.”  He slumped in his seat.

     “You know what I think.  I think I could even beat you up.  You are pathetic.  I think I should let your little brother just have his way with me.  Maybe I should leave his door ajar and have you watch while he fucks me over and over again.  Is that what you want, Mr. Weakling?”  Her voice cut deep into his heart.

     “No.  I just…I am afraid of him.”  He began to think of that fateful day many years ago.

To be continued…

Crybaby writes of Crybaby Island

The Adventures of Crybaby

By

Crybaby

(Warning-This is an adult story.  Go away if you are under age or don’t like erotic stories)

Chapter One
Transitions

     It was an unremarkable sky with bits of blue and mostly dingy gray clouds.  This seemingly inauspicious view had but one feature, a strange cloud composed of streaking, sleeking, green swirls.  It must have been something new or at least a form he was not familiar with, and yet something was there in the back of his mind or was it just his mind all along.  He did not really know.  They gathered around looking to him for leadership.  He wondered how it all began or came this far.  Pondering his mind as deeply as he could an explanation had not so fully arrived.  Then his thoughts drifted to the beginning, yes the very beginning…

     Once upon a time in a land of forgotten sissies there existed a strange machine.   It was shiny and bright; and to all the sissies it seemed unimaginably beautiful.  One by one they were lead to their shackles on the great sissy wall that had been constructed by the great sissy tree.  Like a bunch of discarded cabbage heads they were lined up side by side.  Not one sissy uttered a tear or a scream of foreboding, since each one knew the machine would bring ecstasy.  However the silence of their fears was quelled, the crying of the anticipated ecstasy was another thing.  Each sissy just cried and cried with the joys of what was about to happen.  It was another day and a new milking began with the parade of sissies all in a row.  He was there as well, but it wasn’t always this way.  You see once he had a wife; a very pretty and perfect wife.  He loved her very much but something was missing.  She never seemed fulfilled.  He knew deep down she had been faking her orgasms.  Imagine the wasted little semen swimming upon a shore of undeniable emptiness as she waited for something big and never really felt the exciting train of mammoth proportions.  Yes, he was small; he was utterly, pathetically, small.  His penis was but the size of a small pinky with a little girth for good measure.  How could any woman obtain pleasure from such a tiny obtrusion as this?  Indeed, she could not. His wife could not bear another day of sexual frustration.  Still, all was not lost.  His brother was soon to arrive.  Now here was a man; a real he-man.   It was to be just the renting of a room to his younger brother who was displaced and needed somewhere to stay.  It was a move Jonathan Gray would regret for the rest of his life.  The start of a brand new love affair took off like a rocket between his wife, Susan and his brother, Jack.  Jon pretended he did not know, but sometimes, in the middle of the night their pounding would wake him up and he could hear the rocking of the bed in his brother’s room.  Up and down it went, and the squeaking sounds of the bed did not help to diminish the over inflated feeling of loss deepening inside his brain as his wife got the fucking of her life…and so he listened in,

     “Oh fuck, yeah, right there…now harder, yes harder and faster…oh my god you are going to break me up inside!”  Susan screamed.

     “Shut up you fucking slut.  You never had a cock this fucking big in your life until I came along.  Now ride that dong you little whore.  Come on make your daddy pop!”  Jack said.

     “Oh god I love it when you talk dirty and sleazy.  It drives me crazy.  I am going to cum all over your big, fat cock.  That’s it…shoot me deep and hard you son-of-a-bitch!”

     “Hey, hey, not too loud, bitch.  You might wake up my brother.”

     “Fuck him; I sometimes think an earthquake could not wake him from his slumber.”

Oh how wrong they were.  For Jonny was weeping in his wife’s bed.  It had gone on for more than a month now and there were no signs that it was about to diminish or burn out.  If anything, the affair was burning to an even higher level.

(Secret plans he did not know of)

     “I’m telling you just talk to her on the computer or even on your phone and discuss it with her.  She will take care of everything for you.”  Jack said.

     “I don’t know about this.  I don’t want to see him hurt you know.”  Susan said.

     “You still love that little dick don’t you?”  Jack pierced into her eyes.

     “How can a brother treat his own brother the way you do, Jack?”

     “Look, Missy, he is a wimp and he will always been a wimp.  I take what I want.  He cries over it.  For craps sake he is even wetting the bed.  You told me that.”

     “Yes, but that didn’t start until you played that nasty trick on him and put the bowl of water by his fingers.”

     “Who the fuck cares, it is further proof that he is a total baby and should be treated as one.”  Jack smirked.

     “Well, I feel like I am abandoning him.”  Susan’s eyes seemed sad.  “I never meant for this to happen.”  She said.

     “Look, it is the only way to get the prick out of our hair.  Just send him away for a while.”

     “Well, who is the woman anyway?”  Sue tugged at his waist and pulled him over for a kiss.

     “She calls herself Mistress Cassie.”  Jack stuck his tongue in her mouth.

     “So who is she and where does she live?”

     “She lives somewhere up north,” Jack said, “Some say she is a witch, others say she is this great hypnotist.  Either way she will take care of him.  She loves making sissies out of men.”

     “I don’t know,” Susan said with some fear, “I don’t want to mess around with any witch.

     “Then you had better call her up,” he laughed, “or I will get her after you.”

She pushed him back, “That’s not funny,” she said.

     “She will give you a plan and take care of everything.  Then we can be free to do that kinky thing you want me to do.”

She smiled, “You mean tying me to my ironing board that is hanging in the closet and whipping close pins off my nipples?”

     “Oh, I will do much more than that.”

     “Hey now,” she said, “You know that idea was put in my head by you, you nasty boy.”  He quickly slapped her across the face,

     “Don’t you ever call me a boy again!”  He said.  She was shocked and he just walked away.

(A plan is put into motion)

     “Come along now, honey, we need to get going.”  Susan said.

     “I don’t understand.  Why do we have to drive fifty miles to get some item for a baby shower?”  Jonathan said.

     “They have certain things you just can’t get in the local department stores.”  She looked back at him briskly while she opened the front door.

     “But, Crybaby Island, what the hell kind of a store is named that?”  He shouted to her as she got in the driver’s seat of the car and he followed in.

     “It is perfectly appropriate for babies like you.”  She laughed.

     “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”  His head jerked around.

     “Oh, nothing, it is just that you are acting like a big baby right now and whining all the time.  Perhaps I should get you some diapers…you know…for that bed wetting problem you’ve got.”  She smirked.

     “I told you that was an accident.  Jack played another prank on me.”  He grimaced.

     “I was only kidding.  This store is for toddlers so that’s why it is named that and that is why we are going, now end of story!” Whenever she got firm he would always cave in.

     Row upon row of baby items almost anything that anyone could ever conceive of.  It was all there housed at Crybaby Island. Up and down the aisles the carts went to and fro.  They were like rows of cages on wheels moving at different speeds.  It was a dizzying sight perpetuated by the motions of people who were trying to find things all sorts of things.  It was like a warehouse of toys and frills for baby joys.  No one went unnoticed and few realized that the store was just a front for the real Crybaby Island.

hello dr.

are you ready to pay ?

good boy.

a very good boy.

from nadja - Mistress Cassie's brainwashed hypnospy

I don’t even know how long I’ve been staring at the spiral – its black and white lines spinning in a never-ending cycle.  It draws me in.   A special spiral I found on the internet that I can look at and instantly  associate with Mistress Cassie.

 

I’ve been staring at it for however long and the voice coming through my headset is calming, yet powerful.  Loving, yet demanding.  Forceful. Hypnotic.  Brainwashing. 

 

That is what she is doing to me.  Mistress Cassie is brainwashing me.  And using everything I have brought with me in to this room – the room we refer to as The Brainwashing Room.

 

She uses the alcohol, having me drink at intervals.  She uses the cigarettes, and despite the fact that I don’t smoke, when I am transformed in to her brainwashed secret agent, Nadja – I smoke.  She uses the spiral and the candle and a pair of dark sunglasses.  She uses it all.

 

And I am helpless to resist.

 

I’ve tried.  One solid memory I have is asking her to de-program me, to let me go.  The laughter that came through those headsets chilled me and frightened me.  ‘There is no escape,’ she spoke ‘, it’s all for Mistress Cassie.’  And after burning these thoughts in to my brain for a few minutes – she demonstrated her control by having me smoke and drink and go deeper.

 

My body moves like it is on automatic.  Like a dream. 

 

This will go on for hours and hours.  Calling her, then going off on a mission.  I may be sneaking in to an embassy, dressed in my silky black catsuit.   Slipping in, undetected, and finding the secret microfilm.

 

Or maybe I will go to a bookstore to purchase a novel that contains information.

 

Or maybe I will be dressed in a sexy black dress, sexy satin gloves, and have to meet my contact – who I will have to seduce.  I will drink and smoke and use my power of hypnosis (weak compared to Mistress’ power, but satisfactory while on assignment).  I will obtain the information needed and report back to Mistress Cassie.

 

This will go on.  Sometimes for hours.  Sometimes over a period of days.  

 

And in the end, when I finally am allowed to reach climax and sink down into exhaustion, I hear her voice in my mind ‘Mistress Cassie controls me. Mistress Cassie brainwashes me.  All for Mistress Cassie.’

 

She will undoubtedly give me a final command before letting me return to normal life – maybe to tribute.  Maybe to smoke.  But then I leave the brainwashing room and go to bed, drifting off in to a deep, deep sleep…all for Mistress Cassie…

...nadja...

Have you found Crybaby Island?

In Search Of Crybaby Island

By Crybaby

“Write about finding Crybaby Island,” the order came out.  So here I was totally helpless and still seeking Crybaby Island, which I haven’t been able to find, when Mistress Cassie orders me to write about it.  She can be so frustrating when she has you deep in trance and totally dumbed down sucking on your own finger.  I do so know the feeling.  It is a helpless, hopeless, heavenly bliss of mind control making you do just about anything for the fix of her gorgeous voice penetrating into your mind and taking you deeper and deeper, craving nothing but more and more and more.  I can hear her in my mind lingering on “You nee……………………eeeeeeed it.” 

So, what is Crybaby Island and where is it?  Well, Mistress tells me it is where all the shrimp dick losers go to cry then pee and masturbate.  I can hear it now; a cacophony; a symphony; a whaling chorus of mind fucked baby men holding their dangling little penises praying and hoping they all of a sudden have 12 to 15 inch cocks instead of loser 3 inch little shrimps.  Perhaps enough crying and begging to the Great Cock Spirit will release some sympathetic magical force changing everything from pathetic to pragmatic allowing the growth of these small dicked losers into towers of amazingly large or even giant pieces of shlong…then again, maybe not.  While the mistresses laugh at the tears and ridicule the sissy-sized weakling baby clits pretending to be cocks, I sit here wondering if Crybaby Island can be productive or is it just this great garbage dump of tiny dicked losers who can never be the dreams they hope for inside their minds.  Still, Mistress says I should keep asking to find it while begging out “Help me, help me…please help me!  I need to find Crybaby Island.

 

I have yet another vision.  Imagine a great island where all these sissies are hung on giant pink, sprawling tree branches.  They are tied there by endless pink nylon ribbons, or any other color or material you can imagine.  So, there you are hanging on one of the thousands of giant trees at Crybaby Island, then suddenly Mistresses float up to you on tiny baby blue or baby pink clouds.  You think, at last, my Mistress has come to rescue me, but oh no, she has this giant, sucking tube and she is easily attaching it to your three inch clit;  you know, that pretend cock that you dangle in your pants, panties or diapers; anyway the great tubes are turned on and immediately they begin sucking, making your two inch cock a rock hard three inches, wow wee, that’s huge; now Mistress is extracting your seeds and sending them down through the tubes to be collected for secret experiments.  At this point you no longer care.  You are nothing more than a cow feeling the bliss of endless ejaculations; and while Mistress stimulates you then pops a pacifier into your mouth you cry and drift off into a deeper trance by the power of her words and voice.  She has you now.  You are just another cow being milked at Crybaby Island.  You scream “I’m cumming…and it goes on and on and on and on… She smiles and laughs; you come and cry.  Mistress Cassie lifts up my head and looks directly into my eyes and says, “So, what were you expecting, my little sissy slut?  You are not in Kansas anymore.  I can hear her laughter go on and on as she says, “I’ll get you my sissy and your little dick too.”

A.K.A. stupid loser, sissy crybaby weakling,

Crybaby

There is no way out

you are trapped and controlled.

I a take you deeper and deeper under My hypnotic control

The addiction grows and grows.

submit.