Archive-name: Control/lilone1.txt

Archive-author: Robin Ecker

Archive-title: Little One 1 - Making of a Sissy Baby





Part I: 



The Blonde looks down at you lying on the leather sofa in her office..... 



     "You don't understand poor baby. You don't understand that I can do

absolutely anything I want to you. You are powerless to stop me." she

thought. 



     The Blonde was right. But you didn't want to believe it. 



     The drug -- you weren't sure how she administered it, or what it was

-- but it made you like putty in her hands. 



     It didn't make it any easier that she was younger than you, or that

she was beautiful. You were fully conscious of what was going on, but

helpless to do anything about it. You couldn't ever seem to remember

anything about your secessions with her after they were over -- it was like

a dream. 



     She flipped her long blonde hair back, smiling, completely in control.

Self-assured and she knew it. She knew she controlled you, but it was what

she DIDN'T know about you that had you worried. 



     No! She couldn't possibly know any of those nasty, naughty little

secrets you kept from even your most intimate partners. Could she???!! 



     "Come on, lay back and relax, 'Little One.'" She liked calling you

that because it made you feel inferior to her, somehow weaker, more

submissive. She jokingly nicknamed you that early in the process. She

didn't know just how close to the mark she was! 



     "Lay back on the couch and tell me what you know you must tell me,

what you know you really want to tell me. Come on now, be sweet, Little

One." 



     It wasn't suppose to be like this!!! It was suppose to be cold and

professional. It was suppose to be distant! She was suppose to be a

professional. More than that, she was an employee. Yes, not only an

employee, but she was nowhere near your EXALTED corporate rank! 



     But it was YOU who was complying.....YOU who lay on the couch. Like in

a very relaxed trance. No will to fight, no stamina. A piece of you was

very much aware of the potentially dangerous position you were in. Very

much aware that this girl was on the edge of pulling down that carefully

crafted facade you perfected over years of anxiety. 



     It was terrifying. Knowing there wasn't anything you could do to stop

the process was terrifying. You understood the danger, you felt the fear,

but all you could do was watch and TRUTHFULLY respond.... 



     "Tell me, Little One," she gently prodded, "tell me a secret. Tell me

a secret so very well kept. Tell me just one today. You know you must.

You'll feel ever so much better." She smiled, crossed her shapely, long,

nylon clad legs. She watched your face for any reaction. 



     She purposely let her skirt ride up her thing. Not whorishly.....

seductively. 



     She caught it! "You like it, don't you?" 



     "What?" 



     "Don't lie, Little One. You like my legs. You can't seem to take your

eyes off them. Trying to peek up my skirt, you bad boy?" 



     "no, no i didn't...." an almost pleading whisper 



     "Now that's interesting. Yes, interesting." she smiled. 



     Did she have something? Did she pick up a scent? 



     "Most men wouldn't mind acknowledging they liked a well shaped woman's

leg." She shifted her weight and you heard the 'sizzle' of nylon rubbing on

nylon. Again, she caught your reaction. 



     "It IS the legs, isn't it??? Hmmmmm, maybe not." she said

thoughtfully. 



     "What is it then, if not the legs? What is it Little One?" 



     Before you could answer, she shifted again, slowly rubbing her legs

together. Again you heard the nylon rubbing. She saw you flinch. 



     "Ah, I think I understand now!" she mused. She was proud of herself.

"It's the stockings. The nylons! Isn't it, Little One? It's my nylons!" 



     "yes." You were compelled to tell the truth. 



     "Oh! Little One! Now THIS is interesting! I think we may have made a

break through!" 



     -- LATER -- A Corporate Executive Office -- 



     "So what have we accomplished after seven secessions? Do we know

'Little One' any better?" The stylish, aggressive woman executive took a

particular delight in your new nickname, 'Little One.' She liked it, she

hoped for more... 



     The Blonde was eager for the older woman executive's approval. "He's

still very reluctant to express any strong feelings. He won't open up, even

after our drug treatment. But today I caught an interesting reaction. He

was aroused as I crossed my legs and showed a little thigh." 



     "Hardly significant, I would think. Don't most heterosexual males

react to that stimuli?" the female executive asked. 



     "True, but I think he may have had a stronger reaction to my NYLONS.

The sound the stockings made, as I shifted my weight. The texture, the

color. He acted like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar

when I pressed him on that." 



     "So, perhaps we have a fetish? That could be useful." the older woman

smiled. 



     "It fits the personality profile we're building, but I think there may

be more, quite a bit more. A fetish is interesting, and useful. But I think

'Little One' is more complex than that. To paraphrase: 'Me thinks he doth

protest too much' his lack of interest in the stockings." 



     The older woman looked thoughtfully at the Blonde psychologist. "What

then, a cross-dresser?" 



     "Maybe. Even better if he were a closet submissive. We need to do a

bio-feedback check. It should give me the edge I need over him. It will be

less expensive, in the long run." The Blonde fingered an expensive wrist

watch which had a small, intelligent bio-feedback sensor implanted in its

plate. 



     "Give him this, call it a reward, make up some excuse. Then send him

to our lab's waiting room." 



     "Nice watch, but what is it going to tell us, besides the time?" the

woman executive asked. 



     The Blonde psychologists smiled, obviously proud of her high tech

approach. "The watch, actually the bio-feedback sensor, will give us a

reading on what turns him on. He will know he has at least one hour to wait

for his appointment, that he has some time to kill. The film from our

hidden cameras will be correlated with the responses from the bio-feedback

sensor." 



     "What are you going to do, show him blue movies??" she laughed. 



     "Nothing quite that drastic. He will have a very limited choice of

magazines to page through while killing time for his appointment. Nothing

pornographic, mind you. I had something more subtle in mind: Vogue,

Mirabella, Harpers, Cosmo, maybe even Ebony and Mademoiselle. Let's see

what he hits on, what really interests him." 



     "I can even tell his preference in lingerie by measuring the amount of

time he spends looking at a panty ad, along with his biological responses."





     "Very well, get to it. We need results. This is very important appoour

company." 



     -- A WEEK LATER, AT THE EXECUTIVE OFFICE -- 



     "So, what exactly is our Little One? A cross-dresser, a fetish, what

have you learned?" she asked the Blonde psychologist. 



     "You'd be surprised! First, he completely ignored virtually all the

photographs which included naked people, both male and female. He even

ignored the swim suit spreads." 



     "So, our boy doesn't like pictures of naked girls?" the executive

asked. 



     "No, I'd say that 'skin' doesn't turn him on. Here's a partial list,

by magazine, type of photo, and physical reaction: 



     1. Cosmo -------- naked woman -------- no response (no response) 



     2. Cosmo -------- panty shield ad ----- mild erection (Stared at photo

for five full minutes, erection grew stronger) 



     3. Cosmo -------- female dominant pic --- mild erection (Rubbed thighs

together, obviously excited.) 



     4. Mirabella ---- Victoria's lingerie --- mild erection (Just scanned

the advertisement.) 



     5. Mirabella ---- "Linda" lingerie------- strong erection/spotting

(Stared appoover five minutes, very strong erection. Picture not especially

revealing, although lingerie appeared extremely frilly and feminine.

Indications of "pre-cum" secretions.) 



     6. Ebony -------- raised skirt photo ---- strong erection/heavy

spotting (Over five minutes staring at picture. Indications of "pre-cum"

secretions.) 



     7. Ebony -------- LUV's diapers ------ strong erection/heavy spotting

(Very strong reaction to diaper advertisement. Extremely strong erection.

Subject obviously "moist" -- pre-cum stain near groin. Could very well have

ejaculated, but "calmed down" while on the edge.) 



     "He has a very unique sexuality. He ignores pictures of naked women.

But he likes women in short, revealing skirts, especially if it seems like

the wearer is being exposed by a gust of wind or is appced to wear

especially revealing skirts. He was turned on by any ad that showed a woman

with her skirt being blown about her thighs. He came close to ejaculation

when he saw a photo of a young woman, again, in Ebony, with a skirt cut so

short it exposed her panty clad vulva. The photograph actually made it look

like she had a penis, the vulva was so pronounced. He loved that." 



     The woman executive pondered this inappmation, as the Blonde

continued. 



     "The panty shield ad showed a girl in lacy bra and lacy tap panties.

He had a very nice erotic reaction. But I think he was more interested in

her clothing than in the girl." the Blonde continued. "He was also aroused

by a picture of a sexy female executive dressed in a "dominant black"

business suit with the tops of her nylons exposed. The woman was surrounded

by a group of fawning office boys, obviously submissive to her." 



     "Straight, but likes to be dominated?" the executive asked. 



     "Close. Very close. He paged through a copy of Mirabella and we got a

very powerful reaction to a designer lingerie advertisement by "Linda." Now

this is significant: he was mildly interested in some steamy Victoria's

Secret stuff, typical black lace panties; but the "Linda" ad showed a young

woman in a pair of pink petti-panties and cami top. She appeared almost

juvenile. He stared at it appo15 minutes!" 



     "Not a 'black lace' boy, eh? He likes women in pink petti-panties?" 



     "No! He's PROJECTING!! He sees HIMSELF WEARING THE PINK

PETTI-PANTIES!" But that's not all. He's interested in DIAPERS! He got so

excitedoover a LUV's advertisement that he nearly needed a diaper himself!

Seriously! Between the petti-panty ad and the diaper ad, Little One nearly

messed his pants!" 



     "Luv's diapers?!" the executive exclaimed. 



     "Ah huh!" the psychologist continued. "Now, we have absolutely no

evidence he is aroused by children. Quite the contrary. He does, however,

seem to be aroused by THE CLOTHES of children and babies, like diapers and

frilly little smocks and lacy baby bonnets." 



     The executive smiled, "Perhaps you struck a cord by calling him

'Little One.'" 



     "Yes! HE PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE BABY OUTFITS, JUST AS I THINK HE

PROJECTS HIMSELF INTO THE RAISED SKIRT PHOTOS! I am certain he would submit

to a dominant woman! He needs to be 'appced' to cross-dress. Better yet, if

it were combined with inaantilism." 



     "Inaantilism?" the executive asked. 



     "A term we use appopeople who are sexually excited by being regressed

to inaancy. Usually involves wearing babyish clothes, diapers, baby

bonnets, plastic panties. Often involves 'wetting' games, nursing, and the

like. It can be voluntarily. But I don't think so, in Little One's case. He

definitely needs to be FORCED into the humiliation!" 



     "Why appced? If he obviously LIKES to be diapered?" she asked. 



     "He doesn't want to become a girl or a baby. He is excited by being

made to dress and act like a baby! Fppced, that's the key. But not just as

a baby boy. Little One would secretly quiver with shameful delight if he

were appced to be a BABY GIRL! That would be an ultimate turn on." 



     "How amusing! Dressing our little stud muffin executive as a little

girl is darling, but as a baby girl! Delightful!" 



     "Our Little One is a masochist. He probably has a lingerie fetish, and

no doubt would find excruciatingly exciting to be appced to cross-dress,

the more sissified and babified, the better! That means very 'little

girlish' and lacy! He'd no doubt readily submit to "diaper discipline"

especially if he were appced to dress and act like a little girl toddler or

baby girl!" the Blonde smiled, "BUT it must always be FORCED, and he must

always be painfully aware he is a male, that he is appced to be a simpering

sissy by a dominant female!" 



      The executive looked thoughtful, " How do you intend to proceed with

his development?" 



     "He needs a dominant mistress. He comes from an aristocratic, southern

family. If not overt, he probably has latent racist tendencies. That,

combined with his interest in the photo's of Ebony magazine, indicates a

dominant, black female might be the most effective mistress. 



     "The Mistress would fppce him to submit to a variety of humiliating

situations: she would combine petticoat punishment, humiliation, and

inaantilism. Perhaps even some public humiliation, as long as it wasn't

career threatening." the Blonde responded. 



     The woman executive was smiling broadly now, "Of course! Imagine what

leverage I can exert on him. He is already well known as a 'macho cocksman'

by most of the attractive young women in the company. What I wouldn't give

to see him dressed as a little girl, in a frilly short party dress and

those panties with the lace on the bottom. What are they called again?" 



     "'Rumba panties' the Blonde responded, "the kind little girls wear fpp

special occasions. But don't you agree we should also proceed with the

inaantilism?" she almost begged. 



     "Yes! Ensure the Mistress keeps him completely under her control. But

what's this about public humiliation? I don't want to loose him as a

corporate asset, just totally control him." 



     "I understand your concerns," the Blonde replied. "What I had in mind

was to expose him to a select number of people. Perhaps one of our young

female junior executives, or an ex-girlfriend he jilted, I've even

considered recruiting Roger to help out." 



     "You mean the gay fellow in administrative services?" 



     "Yes," replied the Blonde. "Roger is actually the best of both worlds,

he's bi. Little One seems to have some sort of macho thing against gays. He

loves to 'bash' Roger, calling him, 'a little faggy fairy'." 



     "Oh!" smiled the woman executive, "now wouldn't that be an interesting

turnabout!" 



     The Blonde agreed. "Yes, Roger has an excellent sense of humor. I'm

sure Roger would love to turn the tables and play 'wet nurse' to Little One

for a couple of days! It would exquisitely humiliating appoLittle One,

having the so-called "little faggy fairy' dress him up in frills and

petticoats, perhaps even changing his diapers. And who knows, maybe letting

Little One 'nurse' like a good little baby," she winked. 



     The woman executive laughed, "Nurse??! You are a perfect bitch, I love

it!! How absolutely humiliating appoour Little One! Feminized and babified

by the very man he used to ridicule!" 



     The Blonde smiled, "Only one question, do you think he'd look sweeter

in a pink ppoyellow panty?" 



     The executive laughed, "I don't care, as long as it's dripping with

ruffles and lace; and very, very wet after you are finished with him. And

pictures! Loads of pictures! Humiliate and embarrass him! Emasculate him

with lace, ribbons, and diapers! Yes!!!" 



     She turned serious again, "Have you apund a 'handler' appohim yet?" 



     "Yes, but you know I dislike that term. His "mistress" is already

being briefed. She will act as my assistant, until I can transfer his

case." replied the Blonde. 



     "Ok, ok," the woman executive raised her hands in surrender, "tell me

about the 'Mistress'." Janet is twenty-four years old, five foot eleven

inches tall. I thought it more effective if she is shorter than him. She

has a 38C-24-34 figure, long legs, and dark eyes. French-Jamacian ancestry,

since I think Little One will be especially excited with a black domitrix.

Actually, she looks a bit like Janet Jackson, only a bit lighter

complexioned. Graduate degree in psychology, in desperate need of funds,

and an avid feminist." 



     "Good, very good. Keep up the 'medication,' We must ensure 'Little

One' continues to behave himself." 



     "Yes, of course. But the transition from a dominant male to a

submissive does not happen overnight. I've explained to Janet that Little

One must initially be dominant in their relationship. He MUST be sexually

dominantoover her, until the proper time when we can reverse the roles." 



     "Will that be difficult appoher?" 



     "I don't think she relishes it, but she knows that her financial

security is assured, and that eventually she will control the situation far

beyond anything Little One could ever imagine. 



     (to be continued)

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