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I'm stuck.There's no way for me to wiggle out of this straitjacket.I didn't mind until now.There's no way I can cry out. I'm gagged. But that didn't bother me at all, until now.I am chained to a post behind me. It says THIEF.That's me.I confess.Hands up (in spirit, at least).I surrendered willingly to this humiliating subjugation -- the thick diapers, the plastic panties, the baby bib, and the baby bonnet - and to kneeling on this painful bed of dried peas. I deserve punishment. I like it. Usually.Indeed, if the women of the Strict and Cruel Order of Wives and Lovers (SCOWL) share one skill, it is the ability to degrade and debase the men in their lives.Me included.The women love to torment. They are well practiced.I love to be tormented. I am well bruised.Tonight, we are playing a new game. I am bound up and mute in my shiny new nursery, surrounded by my wife, her friends and all their male slaves. Normally, I take my lumps and plead for more.But not tonight. Not now.My wife has just added a surprise element to the program. It's a stunner. I'm not sure I want to play anymore.HELP!I am thrashing about, squealing loudly, pleading with my eyes. But I know the simple truth.I'm stuck.This story is intended for adults 18 years of age and older. It involves consensual age play, bondage, discipline, humiliation, taunting, teasing and one very unexpected twist.