A Female-Dominated Household
By David P
The author does not respond to my emails, so I assume he is
not interested in feedback.
Copyright 2017 by David P all rights reserved
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
view
such material, please leave now.
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If you were
to walk into my house, you would not have any reason to suspect that
our family
lives differently than any of our neighbors. Not until you were to take
a
closer look at the bedrooms. On my husband's dresser in the master
bedroom, you
would find a rectal thermometer and a jar of Vaseline, a bottle of baby
oil, a
tub of baby wipes, a stack of adult diapers and plastic pants and
several latex
rubber dildos, all in plain view to anyone who would happen to walk by.
And if
you were to look further into that dresser, you would see no men's
clothing at
all. Women's size 3 jeans, jeggings, panties and camisoles, women's
tops. My
son's room, which is done up in full girly-girl style, is similar. A
dresser
full of girls clothes. And a stack of diapers and plastic pants on top
of the
dresser in plain view.
I am the
head of this family, the head of household, the protector and provider.
My
husband is the stay-at-home helpmate, the nurturer, the domestic diva.
The
sissy. We have two daughters -- ages 10 and 13 -- and a 15-year-old son.
And here is
the secret to how I hold it together. Rectal discipline is the rule
here. Our
son submits to the authority of his younger sister, the 13-year-old.
Each day
after they come home from school, he is given rectal training. First,
an over
the knee spanking, then, while he is still over her lap his temp is
checked
with the rectal thermometer. A diaper is spread out on the sofa and he
is
instructed to lie face down. She then pumps a dildo into his anus
vigorously
until he begins to cry. The dildo is left in place for 20 or 30
additional
minutes as he lies face down on the couch. Finally, his little sister
tapes up
the diaper. He spends the rest of the afternoon and evening in a
diaper,
plastic pants and a girl's T.
As for my
husband, he receives the same treatment, albeit later. Sometime well
after
dinner, I tell him "time for your rectal," eliciting a smirk from my
two girls, both of whom know full well what is coming. He immediately
goes
upstairs to our bedroom and removes his clothes down to his panties and
camisole. I place a diaper on the bed and remove his panties. He lies
face down
on the diaper and is perfectly silent and still. First a spanking, then
the
rectal thermometer, then a dildo, reaming him out until tears come.
This leaves
him docile and completely compliant. After 20 additional minutes with
the dildo
imbedded in his ass, I come back into the room and remove it and tell
him to
turn over on the diaper so I can apply some baby oil to his hairless
genitals. Finally,
I tape up his diaper and lift up his legs to pull on a pair of crinkly
plastic
pants. My daughters are not present (unless they happen to walk by the
open
bedroom door) but they're very much aware that their father is
undergoing
rectal discipline of exactly the same sort as their brother.
Both father
and son are diapered overnight because they tend to play with their
little
wee-wees constantly. If it were not for the diapers, there would be
stains on
all the sheets, mattresses, comforters, underwear and
god-knows-what-else. They
remain diapered until they get dressed to leave the house the following
day. It
is not uncommon for them to go more than 24 hours waddling around in
diapers on
the weekend. My husband is quite accustomed to this. His own mother
kept him
diapered at night through his high school years, so he's used to the
routine.
(She even gave me some of his old plastic pants!)
Here is
what our daughters have come to understand: That teen boys and immature
sissy
men such as their father are not to be trusted. They both have the
emotional
mindset of young children. They need correction daily to toe the line.
They
must be reminded of their status. I used to administer our son's daily
rectal
discipline from just before the time he began puberty, but our middle
daughter,
who was fascinated by the power exchange, has now taken over
supervising her
big brother. She enjoys applying the dildo and making him cry. And I've
had to
warn her on more than one occaison to stop once he begins to cry. (My
favorite
candid photo of her shows her carrying a jar of Vaseline in one hand
and a very
large dildo in the other. The positively wicked look on her face is
classic.)
He has become more docile and accepting of his fate lately. He will
even tell
my daughter when he has ejaculated in his diaper and needs a change.
One
particular incident recently left me puzzled. When I came home from
work, my
middle daughter told me that her brother had received his rectal
routine, and
at the end, when it was time to remove the dildo, flip him over and
tape up his
diaper he had asked her earnestly and emphatically to please leave the
dildo in
place for just a bit longer. She indulged him.
My husband,
unfortunately, is not so forthright with our middle daughter. He has
not been
able to bring himself to tell her when he has made one of his little
gooey
messes. I expect that is eventually going to change. Why in the world
should he
feel ashamed around his own daughter? It is not as if she sees him as a
man.
One of these days, he's going to ask me in that whiny little voice of
his,
"dear, could you change my ... my diaper?" At which point I may
instruct a very capable 13-year-old girl to do it. Of course he'll be
profoundly uncomfortable at first. But this isn't about his comfort.
And he's
not the one calling the shots in this household.
Both my
daughters are quick to admonish their brother to not tug on his little
thing.
And not to rub it through the diaper and plastic pants. I was very
pleased
recently to overhear my 10-year-old daughter remonstrating with him.
"Stop
rubbing your wee-wee! Stop that right now or I'll tell mom!"
I have
considered transitioning both my husband and my son out of panties and
into
daytime diapers, but this would be a lot more work and I'm hesitant to
place
that extra responsibility on my middle child. Feminine napkins may be
something
to look into if the panty staining continues. As much as I would like
to, I
can't be home 24/7 to ride herd on them. Someone around here has to
earn a
paycheck.
Although at
age 10 our youngest girl has no direct disciplinary dutues, she has
grown up in
a female-led household where rectal discipline and diaper punishment
are tools
of control. That's the only reality she has ever known. I had her big
brother
back in night diapers by the time she was in kindergarten. And I'm
looking
forward to the day soon when she can begin to assert her own brand of
authority
over the "little boys." For now, she watches her big sister
carefully, studying how control is properly applied to a sissy bottom.
Both girls
have asked me to explain why their daddy must be diapered at night. And
I've
told them that he suffers from the same "little problem" as their
brother. He keeps touching himself. He simply cannot help it. And when
he's not
tugging on his silly peenie, he's humping the pillow. Which they find
hilarious. Increasingly, they understand why he is treated as just
another
child in this household. Every evening they can hear him crying as I
administer
his dildo training, and it just serves to reinforce to them that he is
a
childlike creature to be pitied.
I have been
blessed to have the advice and support of two outstanding women in the
medical
profession. Our pediatrician is a very wise and compassionate woman
I've known
since our son was born. I trust her a great deal. Although he is now
15, she
continues to instruct her medical assistant to take his temp rectally
and give
him an enema no matter what he's there for. He could be there for an
ear
infection and he understands he's still going to have his panties taken
down.
The pediatrician also routinely checks his peenie and prostate at every
visit.
She's assured me that our son isn't the only high school boy to be in
night
diapers and that it really isn't anything at all to be concerned about.
She
also told me that if I ever wanted to bring him in for an office visit
while
he's diapered that would be no problem. There simply is no reason for
false
modesty around a health care provider. Apparently her medical assistant
keeps a
large stock of youth-sized diapers for big boys who have control issues.
Since he is
a teen, she is always careful to question him about his sexual
practices. He
did let slip that because of his docile, girlish manner and clothes,
several of
the boys at school had been pestering him, pressuring him for sexual
favors.
The doctor gave him some very specific advice about safer sex,
particularly
about servicing boys orally. (Try to persuade them to cum on your hair
or your
face, not in your mouth, if you can.) He really seemed to appreciate
having
someone to talk to about this. Shortly after this little chat, I
discreetly
placed a half-dozen condoms in the little "purse" he carries in his
daypack. I really hope he's never in a position where he must use them.
The
internist who cares for my husband is also a modern no-nonsense woman
very much
in the same mold as myself. So, at my suggestion, my husband receives
the exact
same routine as our son. He has his temp taken rectally as a matter of
course
and is given an enema during each office visit. The nurses and
assistants seem
to enjoy this ridiculous charade immensely. Unlike my son, my husband
is
completely used to being around women while wearing just panties and a
camisole. And he's relaxed being ordered up into the stirrups where his
prostate and peenie are checked.
His doctor
has let me know that over time sissy men such as my husband will come
to regard
their daily dildo training as their primary sexual outlet, despite the
obvious
discomfort that goes along with the procedure. It's my hope that both
he and
our son will learn that their prostate glands are the only sexual organ
that
counts. And that what little they have up front is just silly and
useless.
Both my
husband and son are used to being asked by their respective doctors in
excrutiating detail how much they masturbate and how. And this is
logged on
their charts. They both are on long term testosterone-suppression
prescriptions, which the doctors and I have agreed is the best way to
keep
their chronic peenie pulling under at least some degree of control.
Since our
son has been on Puericil since he was 12, his penis size has remained
roughly
that of a little boy. As for my sissy husband, his doctor and I have
been
discussing the eventual option of an elective bilateral orchiectomy --
the
removal of his marble-sized balls, as a permanent solution to curtail
his
testosterone production. For now, it's on the back burner because our
health
insurance almost certainly won't cover elective procedures.
If you
think that all I do outside of work is care for two girls and two
infantile
sissies, that's not the case at all. I have a very rich and robust sex
life, it
just doesn't involve my husband at all. He has not been allowed to
touch me or
see me undressed in over 10 years now. I have several male friends whom
I date
regularly. These men are all very gifted physically, which makes them
the
complete opposite of my husband. And the family is entirely aware of
this,
including our extended family. I have made it perfectly clear to
everyone in
the family network that I am very satisfied with my intimate friends.
The rules
are simple: When I am out on my dates, our middle daughter is in
complete
control of the household, including supervising her father. He
understands that
when I am not there her word is law and if he should make the mistake
of
mouthing off to her, he's going to find himself bare-assed over her
knee in
short order.
Our
extended family also knows fully about our household's rectal training
regimen.
My sister and mother are now quite comfortable speaking to my husband
directly,
asking him if he has cum in his diaper or panties. I did flippantly ask
my
sister recently if she was at all interested in trying her hand at
giving her
15-year-old nephew' his rectal training. She laughed and just said "My
time sticking slippery things up baby boys' butts is long over. No
thanks!" My mother has half-jokingly suggested I buy matching cribs for
my
husband and son. I must admit, I take no pleasure out of sharing the
marital
bed with my husband, so this is something to consider -- particularly
if I
eventually bring a real man home to attend to my womanly needs.
The rectal
discipline regimen plus night diapering only take my daughter and I
about 40
minutes a day. And that's a very small price to pay for peace in the
house. My
"little boys" are very much loved and cared for. And my daughters are
learning each day what it means for girls and women to be in complete
control.
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