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had been in a relationship with Ruth, the owner of the software company I was employed by for almost a year. It had happened purely by chance when we shared a taxi back from the office Christmas party (we lived a couple of streets from each other) Somehow with careful planning on dates and more than a bit of luck we managed to keep this to ourselves (although I assumed she had told her PA and best friend – Charlotte). After a few months, Ruth suggested I moved in with her. After all I was renting a tiny flat which had a damp problem, and Ruth owned her own home. Her mortgage was fully paid off and with her being the owner of a very successful business, to be honest we could afford to live without me working, but Ruth accepted I had been brought up to pay my own way and so kept my entry level position at the company. I was so much in love that I decided to scrape together every penny I had and supplement it with a payday loan, to buy a ring and propose on our anniversary. We both got dressed up, and my jaw hit the floor when Ruth came out of the bedroom. She looked absolutely stunning in a silver sparkling mini dress, stockings and heels. I could not believe how lucky I was. I took her to a traditional public house with a roaring fireplace in the countryside. I did the whole “down on one knee” thing and she accepted instantly flinging her arms around me and giving me a deep kiss. What happened next could never have been predicted by anyone. Paul, the office loudmouth walked into the pub, saw us and smirked. I didn’t know he was a bird watcher and had decided to have a drink before returning home... I begged him to keep it to himself and told him that we needed to talk it over and decide how to let the office know, to which he smirked and said “Of course I will Davey”. It kind of took the shine off the night but we went home and talked about it. Ruth said “you do realise he will tell people don’t you. He won’t deliberately set out to do it but it’s the person he is. He just can’t keep his mouth shut. At the end of the day he is one of my best programmers so I don’t really want to upset him by chewing him out over it so we will just play it by ear” As usual, Ruth was right and when I walked into work the next day, everybody knew. Although it was common knowledge, Ruth and I made the announcement and lots of employees went over and congratulated her. Strangely, everyone ignored me. People who I thought were my friends suddenly weren’t any more and I must admit it did upset me a little. Ruth didn’t get much backlash as obviously is their boss and they wanted to keep their jobs and the atmosphere was fine when Ruth was there. However, Ruth had to go off site for business meetings several times a day and always took Charlotte with her.. This left an office of men and so the nasty comments and toxic masculinity started to show. I guessed this would happen as Ruth is a stunning 28 year old brunette with a figure like a model and a six figure bank account. Let’s face it, every guy in the office would have loved to have been me and more to the point couldn’t work out why she would be with a weedy balding guy like me… What can I say other than it’s a mystery to me too but you won’t find me arguing… It is an open plan office and I could hear my colleagues and ex-friends making comments like I was her “pity fuck” and that she was obviously shagging someone else because I could never satisfy her” Although I know it was only down to jealousy, I have never been the alpha male type who would have banter with his workmates about how many women he had shagged etc. I guess I am more the quiet sensitive type and so consequently I just kept my head down and carried on with my filing. What the office didn’t know is that, due to my religious beliefs, I was a virgin at 35. They seemed to assume we were at it like rabbits whenever we got out the office. I did genuinely love Ruth and of course we had played about and done all the other stuff but I steadfastly did not believe in sex before marriage and Ruth had been perfectly understanding and said she didn’t class it as a priority in our relationship. At home, things were going great. We had a normal loving relationship just without the sex. What you have never had, you dont miss right? Even though Ruth said she was fine with it, I understood she had needs so we compromised and I became quite accomplished at orally pleasing her. When I I got frustrated Ruth would take care of me with her mouth or hand, or if she wasn’t in the mood, I would just ‘handle it myself’. I can’t imagine it would work for the majority of people but it seemed to work for us. She loved me for who I was and I was blissfully happy. One Sunday night I was almost at the end of my tether and was very down about the usual snide comments I would be receiving the following morning when Ruth noticed I was quiet and asked me what was the matter. It was like opening a floodgate. I told her I dreaded going to work every day and detailed everything that had been going on – the nasty comments, the bullying...everything! Tears were streaming down my face. I expected Ruth to say she would sort it tomorrow and lay the law down to her staff and so I was totally shocked when she laughed and told me not to be such a big baby. I started to stutter and she told me that she didn’t want to hear any more childish rubbish from me on the subject. Her face was like thunder and she snapped that maybe it would be best if I slept on the sofa that night whilst considering about how good I had it. I obviously tried to object but she said the decision was made and like it or I know where the door is. This was the first time we had ever disagreed about anything, let alone argued so it deeply upset me. The next thing I know, Ruth threw an old stained blanket at me and stormed off upstairs slamming the door as she went. I tossed and turned all night on the hard sofa and after a few hours of broken sleep I decided I may as well get up and make a coffee. Ruth was already in the shower as being the owner and keyholder she had to get to work first. When she came out she was still very cold towards me and went back to the bedroom to get dressed without saying a word to me. Although Ruth at home was very casual and loved nothing more than her jeans and a t-shirt, she had always power-dressed for work. She put on black lingerie including fully fashioned seamed black stockings, clipping them to a six strap suspender belt. She then covered the lingerie with a white silky slip, a black leather pencil skirt and a white blouse that on anyone else would have looked too tight but with the figure she had, looked amazing. She finished the outfit with a black jacket and a pair of patent gold stilettos which looked quite frankly like something a dominatrix would wear to trample you with.... She normally had her hair up in a bun but today had decided to let it flow down her back. She had beautiful long hair which reached to the small of her back. She looked absolutely stunning and I was desperate to address last nights quarrel. I went to put my hands around her waist and kiss her. She pushed me away and muttered “Ill see you at work”. With that she turned and walked out the door. I stood open mouthed for a few minutes then thought I would talk to her that night after work. I desperately wanted to sort out this issue before it went too far. I knew I would never love anyone as much as I did Ruth. I put on my usual suit and tie and made my way to the bus stop as Ruth had taken the BMW, and my rust bucket Nissan was in the garage for a service. I walked into my office to see Ruth and Charlotte there on their own. Charlotte is and is pretty in a girl next door type way but has a major attitude problem. She was the top mean girl when she was at school and this has carried on into her adult life. Personally I don’t see what Ruth sees in her but they had been best friend since school and although her official title is PA, she is more or less Ruth’s right hand woman.Ruth doesn’t make any business decision without asking Charlotte’s opinion and she has shares in the company so I have to tolerate her. She had hated me since the first time she met me and had on more than one occasion told me sneeringly that Ruth could do better than me. I knew this to be true but it still hurt to hear it, especially by a 25 year old girl who I had no respect for whatsoever “Sit down David” Ruth said. I thought “uh-oh”. Something is always up when she calls me by my full name. I headed towards the chair and Ruth just looked and said “NO! THE FLOOR!” I laughed at the suggestion and Ruth slapped me hard with the back of her hand across my left cheek. It was more painful than it should be due to the ring I had bought her for our engagement. I swayed and Charlotte kicked me in the back of the knee. I fell to the floor on my backside and sat there looking up at Ruth and Charlotte. Ruth spoke. “I have texted all the staff to say we have a power cut and they need not bother coming in till 1pm so its just me and Charlotte this morning”. Charlotte looked at me and smiled. It was a smile that said “Oh you have no idea what is coming...” I’ve had enough of your childish attitude” she continued, “and thought if that’s the way you are going to act….”. Her voice trailed off as she threw a bag at me. I opened the large bag and to my shock found a baby Barbie print dress in it. It had frills and ruffles around the hem of the skirt and the armholes. There was a big white bow around the waist that fastened at the back along with massive amounts of lace petticoats attached to it. Even more worryingly, it had a padlock on the back at the top of the zip... “What do you want me to do with this” I asked, already kind of guessing what the answer would be. “Strip now!” I was told whilst Charlotte stood there smirking. I knew I had no choice in the matter, after all Ruth was my boss as well as my lover. She could fire me on the spot and I needed the money to pay the loan for the ring which was a scary 1300% APR if not paid within the 30 days... I removed my shirt and trousers and stood in front of the two girls in just my boxer shorts shaking with embarrassment. “I said strip” Ruth said, “That means EVERYTHING”. A tear rolled down my cheek as still shaking, I nervously slid my boxers down my legs and stepped out of them, standing there naked shivering in the cold. Why was there no heating on in the office? Its normally like a furnace due to Charlotte always moaning she is “cold”. Due in part to the temperature, along with the fear I was feeling, my penis totally shrunk to its smallest size. You would never have called me well hung in the first place but I have never seen it so small. “Oh look at the baby” Ruth said to Charlotte. “We’d better get her dressed – she looks cold” ”Come here NOW you little sissy” commanded Ruth. I stood up rather gingerly and shuffled over to Ruth who pushed me in the chest with her palm backwards onto the desk. She told me to lift myself onto the desk which I did and lay down on my back. The desk was so cold against my naked body. Charlotte walked over, grabbed my legs and went to lift them but Ruth told her to hold on. “We have got to do something about his little peepee first” she said laughing and produced a pink gift box which was wrapped with a white ribbon. My eyes widened in horror as she untied the ribbon, opened the box and pulled out what looked like a small metal tube of some sort. - almost like a very wide ring I realised immediately where it was going… She unclipped it and it swung open. She placed it around and locked it over my shrivelled little dick. It was tight and quite painful even in my limp state. The head of my pathetic penis stuck out of the top. My first thought was at least it doesnt fully enclose my penis and I can possibly still have a wank but then she told me that the reason it was painful is it had dozens of sharp little spikes inside it. If I even started to get hard, the spikes would press against and eventually pierce my cock causing me untold pain and damage… I realised I was truly fucked and would have to rely on Ruth unlocking it for me to fuck her and even worse I would have to ask her if I needed a wank. I was now crying just like a little baby – you know that sort of crying where you are kind of struggling to breathe at the same time? I was so embarrased. “Now Charlotte!” she ordered as as Charlotte lifted my legs and Ruth swiftly slid a buky disposable nappy under me. She pulled out a tub of very highly scented baby powder and proceeded to sprinkle it very liberally around my dick and backside. I continued to sob as she reached over and fastened the nappy around me making sure that the tabs were pulled very tightly. Before I had time to pull myself up to take a proper look at the nappy, she was bunching up and sliding a pair of see through plastic pants over my ankles and working them up my legs. She took her finger and ran it round the leg holes, making sure they weren’t twisted or cutting into me, and also ensuring they covered my childish nappy which I found out had pictures of Disney Princesses on it. I heard a click and realised that the pants had a thin metal chain around them with a tiny padlock. I was locked into the nappy and pants combination and could not remove them without the key which Charlotte had popped inside her bra. She said it was “for safe keeping”. I had the horrible realisation that I was going to have to use this nappy instead of using the toilet. I had no way of removing it due to the locking panties, and with Charlotte guarding the key, I knew I was never going to see it other than, oh my god, when I had filled the nappy and needed changing. ”We can’t have baby having any accidents can we – now stand up Sophie” she said. It dawned on me I also had no way of removing the chastity ring now. I balked at being called a female name as I stood and Ruth bunched up the dress and slid it over my head. It fell down my body, the sewed in petticoats making it flare out over my nappy but it was horribly short and my nappy was really exposed under it. Charlotte who was now standing behind me, slid the zip right to the top and I heard that familiar click again as she snapped the tiny padlock together. Ruth pushed me down onto a chair and started to roll a pair of white ankle socks onto my feet. They had a pink lace frill around the tops. They were very babyish and feminine. She then got a pair of patent pink shoes with a buckle (I later found out to be called Mary-Janes) which she slid on my feet and fastened tight, again clipping a tiny padlock through the buckle. I suddenly realised that all these clothes were in my size – she must have been planning this for a while. Why? What had I done to her to deserve this? My crotch was burning up inside the nappy and panty prison. I started to ask why this was happening to me and Ruth put her finger across my lips saying “Shhhh Sissy”. Her and Charlotte stood then in front of me with their arms folded across their chests. “You see Sophie, I have needs which you refuse to meet claming you are religious. Personally I don’t believe that and I think its because your cock is so small, you are too embarassed to try and put it in me in case it slips back out. Your mood has been deteriorating...Don’t think I havent seen you crying each night when we go to bed. Ive had enough and decided to treat you like the baby you act like. One reason I haven’t been pushing you to fuck me is I have been getting it elsewhere. You think I have been going to daily meetings with Charlotte? Don’t be silly. Haven’t you ever wondered why we are not getting the business from these meetings? I have been at Charlotte’s flat, being fucked hard by Charlotte’s big black strapon for months. Remember that time I came home from the gym walking funny and said I’d pulled a muscle in my back? I hadn’t even been to the gym. I was at Charlotte’s and we had just tried anal for the first time. I honestly thought she was going to rip me apart. If you saw the size of her strapon, you would understand why I couldn’t walk straight.” I was sitting there in shock, unable to talk. I just sat there staring at her. “Things are going to change Sophie. Of course I love you, which is why I said yes to your marriage proposal. I still want to marry you but please understand it will be a purely platonic marriage as I also love Charlotte. Charlotte will be moving into the house with us as of today. Naturally I will be sharing my bed with her and you will be living in the spare room next to the master bedroom” I stuttered “but you sad you don’t have a key for that room”, and Ruth gave me a schoolteacher type look and said “Quiet! I’ll get to that… You are no longer employed by my company. Your P45 has been produced and is on your desk waiting for you. Obviously whilst Charlotte and I am at work, I cannot leave you on your own. It’s illegal to leave a young child in a house on their own and besides that it’s very unsafe. Babies mess with anything they can get their hands on”. However, I have a solution. Charlotte’s sister, Naomi, has agreed to cuckysit you whilst we go on dates. She has just left school and cannot find a job so the money will come in handy for her.” Ruth continued “When we are out Naomi has full permission to change your nappy, feed you and punish you for any bad behaviour”. A wild grin came over Charlottes face and she joined in “I know you think I am a bitch, and I am, but you haven’t seen anything until you meet Naomi..trust me. The girl is pure evil and hates men! You are going to be in so much trouble...” Ruth continued, “As I said earlier you will obviously no longer share my bed. You know that locked room next to ours which I said I have never had a key for? Well I lied, and whilst you have been at work, workmen have been turning it into a fully equipped nursery for you. You will lie in your cot sucking on your dummy listening to Charlotte and me fucking each other’s brains out night after night”. She laughed and threw a pink and white spotted dummy to me. “Put it in baby …that’s good”. Charlotte reached around and tied the string behind my head. “When you get a bit older – I may or may not, depending on how you behave, let you use a potty but for the time being you are too young to be able to, so if you need poopies or wee-wees, you have your nappy”. “Ok then Sophie, if you don’t have any questions, you have been relieved of your duties here. I have given Charlotte the rest of the week off to move her belongings in and acclimatise herself to the house. Naomi is waiting at home to babysit you today whilst Charlotte is busy moving into her new home” Ruth told me to pick up my P45 and get out of the way now before the rest of the staff arrive. When the staff came in at 1pm, Ruth was going to announce she and I had split and she was in a relationship with Charlotte. If they asked where I was, she was to tell them that I had taken the split badly and walked out. She had already contacted various professional agencies and the first candidate for my replacement was coming on Tuesday morning for an interview. Starting tomorrow Charlotte was to be giving me a couple of days intensive training until they were sure I was well adjusted and behaved enough to be brought to the office and introduced as Ruth and Charlotte’s Baby Sophie to the rest of the programmers. I carried on sobbing as Charlotte took me by the hand and led me to her car where she put me in the back seat, clipping the seat belt around me and drove me back home. This was going to be an absolute nightmare.