Way back in January, around the time I was making the ill-planned choice to fail my initial reinstatement assignments, I never really thought it would ever get this far. Truth be told, it was long enough ago that I have no idea what I was thinking, but it was my decision and I’ve done my best to live with it. Nearly six months, a long list of assignments, and the first of two Babyface repeats later, I finally found myself staring at the last of the series—one last and final repeat of Babyface to go and the long, painful, humiliating chain would be complete. This repeat would be different, however, as it would be the first and only of the three that Ms Lisa would not be administering, meaning it was all on me to make good on my promise to make this punishment miserable and humiliating enough to satisfy the last of my obligations. I’ve never found it easy to create punishments for myself, however this time I feel that I managed well enough to put this whole mess to bed, once and for all.
And so, without further ado or delay, the last in my long series of reinstatement obligations and the completion of Babyface II…
As always, the punishment began with stripping for the camera, the deep breath before the plunge. In itself nothing terrible, it signifies that you’re locked in and the worst is on its way. I tried to avoid thinking too much about it, instead proceeding directly to prepare the first real step of the punishment, a series of cleansing enemas. For those that dislike enemas (myself included), this might seem like something terrible in and of itself, but what it really is is mercy on the part of Mistress Katzenburg. The punishment itself is built around a nearly 24 hour period of confinement to diapers, and without the enemas, those diapers have the distinct possibility to get very messy, very quickly. Considering the new final step of the punishment that I’d chosen for myself, I though it wise to err on the side of caution to perform a third cleansing enema in addition to the two required by the punishment—lest the final punishment become *truly* terrible.
After nearly an hour and a half of enemas, cramps, and assorted nastiness, it was time to prepare for my little trip into town. Before dressing, however, there was still the issue of a spanking to be delivered—no easy feat when you have to deliver it yourself. In order to manage, I selected the nastiest implement that I own—a length of heavy rubber tubing that may not seem all that ominous, but that hits harder that you’d expect and stings terribly. After a nearly 30 minute long combination of it and a hairbrush, my bottom was thoroughly reddened enough to be ready for my diapering. Double thick diapers, with both layers firmly duct taped in place, and plastic panties securely locked on would provide more than adequate humiliation for my trip, and my bra—as always—added nearly a full cup-size under my hoodie. The bright pink cuffs did little to help matters, especially considering the size of the padlocks they’re secured with. The outfit may have been humiliating, but what was really terrifying me was my next task—again, one that I’d chosen for myself.
My throat was dry as I pulled up to Wal-Mart, my destination the nail salon at the front of the store for a manicure and pedicure. It was bad enough that this would be the first time I’d ever had this done at a nail salon, but the fact that I was painfully obviously waddling in my diapers and wearing a bra sapped me of any resolve. On my first pass, I walked right past the salon, giving in to sheer terror and chickening out, instead going back into the store to purchase the black permanent markers that I would need later in the assignment. Once complete, however, I had no other excuses and I slunk into the salon, asking one of the attendants if they took walk-ins. Over the next hour, an adorable and supportive girl walked me through the entire process, and by the end I had resolved that under different circumstances I’d need to come back and do this again. The experience really would have been quite pleasant, save for all the humiliation lurking beneath my outfit.
After finishing up at the salon, I had one small matter to attend to before returning home—my diaper was still dry, and I wasn’t going to fail this assignment on something that minor. I stopped for a quick, extremely light dinner on my way back, ruined midway through when I finally forced myself to wet my diaper there in the booth. As I drove home, shifting uncomfortably all the way, I knew that it was only going to get worse from here, and that this would be the last time I’d walk normally for nearly the next 16 hours. At home, I traded my smaller bra for my large bra and balloon forms, and my only annoyingly thick diapers for a full on super-stuffed diaper. I selected my Geek Girl pink plaid skirt and white blouse to go over the top and complete the outfit, the super-stuffed diaper ridiculously sticking out of the bottom of the skirt. After posing for a few pictures, I took a deep breath and moved on to what should have been a relatively easy next step, only to find that there’s really no such thing.
“SISSY”, “BABY”, “SLUT”: three words to be branded onto the face of the unfortunate humiliatee in black permanent marker, the eponymous “Babyface” from which the assignment draws its name. Normally easier to complete than the rest of the assignment (despite the fact that having to write on your own face backwards in the mirror is a pain), I was expecting this step to go nice and quickly so that I could get some rest for the second day of my punishment. Fate had other plans in mind. Unbeknownst to me, permanent marker refuses to write on sweaty skin (and given the fact that the heat still hadn’t broken yet, it was still mercilessly hot out), and go so far as to completely die if they even touch sweat. For a full hour and a half I tried everything I could think of—I abandoned the markers for lipstick, that promptly decided to break the second I started (probably weakened from the heat as well)), I tried to etch the words on in pen, I even seriously considered nail polish. In the end, however, I went with the far more painful option of attacking my face with every soap, detergent, and solution that I could find to dry out my skin (nail polish remover stings something awful, but works pretty damn well). My skin was as dry as you’d ever want to see, but by the end, my face was well marked with the humiliating brand.
I know that taking a smoke break outside was part of In a Row, not this assignment, but after the utter frustration that followed the marker fiasco, I threw caution to the wind and waddled out onto my stoop to for a well-deserved cigarette before bed. Fortunately it was late enough that no one was out, and the entire experience passed uneventfully (though nerve-wrackingly nonetheless). Sleep came uneasily that night, rolling around in my bra, forms, and wet super-stuffed diaper—I hadn’t taken off the skirt as, without either taking out the forms or taking off the diaper, it just plain wasn’t going to come off, so it became part of my night attire as well. The night was long and restless, and morning really couldn’t seem to come fast enough.
In the morning, I was even more wet than when I’d started and the fear of the eventual finale of the punishment looming, I changed into my In a Row trash bag maid’s outfit and penis gag and knocked out some more tasking, giving my apartment a once over clean. Distracted as I was, I still managed to get everything picked up and vacuumed, and the sink empty of dishes. Another hour sucking on a much larger dildo burned enough time that my 22 hour deadline was in sight, and I began prepping my final punishment.
I stripped out of my trash bag outfit and removed my wet diaper, setting it aside and replacing it with a fresh one before reapplying my super-stuffed diaper. I had fashioned a pair of kneeling pads for the upcoming torture, which I arrayed next to the wet diaper in preparation (pads is misleading—actually, they were a pair of cardboard strips, studded with sharp bottle caps that would make this final event all the more worse). At 2:00, 22 hours after I’d began this horrible punishment, I put myself down for the last stretch. Kneeling on sharp metal, I placed the thoroughly wet diaper over my head, my nose buried in the wet crotch, holding a sign to demonstrate to all exactly who and what I am. For half an hour I held that position, with every sense assaulted and overwhelmed. When the timer I’d set finally elapsed, I tore the diaper off my head and flung it across the room, falling back off the metal caps in a mix of pain and relief—after all that, a punishment six months in the making, I was done.
I can tell you here and now, that a shower has never felt better. The weight off my shoulders having completed this punishment was immense, and with the completion of this post, I have cleared all of my past obligations to The Institute. What exactly that means I’m not entirely sure though—as they say, there’s no rest for the wicked, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m staring down my next assignment. Again, I really don’t care what comes next, assignment or punishment or something even more terrible—as long as it’s not another repeat of Babyface, I think I’m pretty much okay with it.
Rule 0 from the interim assignment said that you would continue to shave durin this time. What happened?
I apologize–I trimmed a few times during the interim period, but when I completed the final punishment, it’d been about a week since the last time. I was laid fairly low by the heat that last week, and by the time I had a window to finish up the assignment, I just jumped at it. Again, I apologize, I just really wanted to get it all finished up.
I guess it is my turn in the barrel struggling through my re-instatement. I should have been more understanding as you went through yours. It is easier to watch and read then to participate.
Misery loves company.
Your latest assignment looked absolutely terrible and humiliating. It brings back memories of my Baby Face assignment and I remember the hurtful enemas and disgusting diapers and it all. I felt so sorry for you as I read it.
I am so glad for you that it is over. I hope you have now been fully reinstated.
You have all of my support.
I’d like to think that at this point we can all close the book on this particular assignment. After this, I just hope that none of us every again find ourselves needing to even say the word Babyface. Over and done with, on to bigger and better things.
I certainly agree. The problem is moving on to bigger and better things. Mistress Katzenburg has a way with bigger and better and I fear that when she plans the next fun little activity that Babyface may no longer seem so bad.
She often reminds me that the “Institute” is not an academy of fun, but is there because we are naughty and the meaning of our enrollment fulfills the name of “The Institute for Cross-Dressing Punishment”. I guess Punishment is the key word.
I can hardly wait (Not) to the next fun-filled assignment for the sissy clients.
Regardless of what those bigger and better things may be, no matter how bad, as long as it’s not another repeat, I say bring it on. I’m sure we’ll manage just fine.
Yes, Maggie-Rae – I agree.
I really do not think we should challenge Mistress Katzenburg, but what the hell. Bring it on. We can handle whatever she thinks of and the sad part is that we deserve it.
It is easy for someone with your status to taunt. I wouldn’t have expected you to do so several months ago.
I apologize Mistress Katzenburg, you are correct and it was exceptionally unsissylike of me to take advantage of a personal allowance that you have made to me and my mean spirited conversation in leading Maggie Rae into comments that I am sure she did not mean.
I apologize to Maggie-Rae if any way that I may have caused you to be in trouble.
It should be considered all my fault if Maggie-Rae is in any kind of trouble because of my comments.
Regardless of my kind temporary condition allowed by Mistress Katzenburg, I accept any consequences that you would otherwise direct toward Maggie-Rae because of my comments. It should be I that suffer instead of her.
I didn’t really think that any of my comments were terribly trouble- or punishment-worthy, though in light of this I’ll go ahead and pretend that they were and solemnly accept sissy billy’s offer the consequences of those statements. I feel that the harshest possible punishments should be levied in the wake of those vicious and hurtful comments upon those responsible. Not a punch should be pulled in the rectifying of this troubling behavior.
Good Morning Maggie-Rae,
I am sorry you have taken offense to my comments. They were not meant as such. I was just trying to have some sissy to sissy talk and I got carried away which is my fault and a fault of mine. I just can’t seem to keep my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself. I so often talk and write without thinking.
I have reread what I wrote and Mistress Katzenburg is correct. It can be taken that I was taunting you thinking I would not have consequences. She is also right in that a few months ago when I was being punished I would have had more compasion which I lacked in my comments.
Please once again accept my sincerest apologies and I hope all will be forgiven and neither one of us will deserve or will be punished.
I am sorry, sissy billy
This sort of went a little farther than I’d expected–I’m just speaking for myself here, but I never meant to issue a challenge or anything, I was just saying that we could manage. There’s no need for any kind of crazy escalation here or anything.
I am sorry. Yes, you are right. I sometimes get carried away and think it is just a two way conversation when I am typing and no one is listening. Got zoned out for a moment.
I do not mean to make it a challenge. The status quo is always a good thing, if you are listening Mistress Katzenburg.
Sorry, sissy billy
I was borred tonight and please allow me to make a polite comment from all of us sissy’s behalf.
You should have a little modesty in the cover photo. Oh My Gosh if Mistress Katzenburg made us all expose us like you did. I would certainly object and then I would be in trouble.
Their is a section about proper packaging of one’s private prats. I am not criticing as your post was excellently done. One that I would be proud of. I only offer this as positive comment. So please don’t get mad. I would vote that you absolutely passed your assignment.
Oh, is there a baby face 3, part 3 coming. I am so depressed that there is so little being posted to “Institute”.
Sorry, but I am not looking for you to get an assingment, but it would be something to look forward to.
For the moment, all of my Institute obligations are complete so until you take it upon yourself to do Babyface III, it will not be forthcoming. I’m guessing that Mistress Katzenburg is quite busy, and between that and your leave of absence, I’m not really expecting anything anytime soon. Sorry to disappoint you.
I know what the next assignment is (and have known for quite a while), I just have not had the chance to get it written up.
I’m almost afraid to ask, but what assignment is this?
Geek Girl: The Curse of the White Pearls
Sorority sisters can be so mean and cruel. They must stay up late at night talking about cruel and horrible punishments for their pledges and others like us sissies that fall under their control.
The Curse of the White Pearls is very ambiguous and the imagination of what it may be leaves a lot of horrible things to be imagined.
I do hope that this assignment from Mistress Katzenburg will take a long time in the development stage.
Good Luck – sissy billy
From what I understand, Mistress Katzenburg has known what this assignment would entail since early April–I don’t think a planning or development period is a terribly relevant thing. Most of the Geek Girl series of assignments have had quite lengthy back stories, so I’m assuming that that is where the assignment is currently at. I’m personally not about to rush her along at all.
Maggie-Rae, nor would I. I can appreciate the background info that leads to assignments is always relevant and personal. Mine certainly are.
Enough said. However, the Title alone seems worthy of a movie.
This much I know for sure–regardless of what it might mean, I for one can’t wait for the day that I don’t have this post greeting me at the top of the page every time I visit the site. I’d really like to forget that whole ordeal…
You can feel free to make up your own assignment and then perform it and post about it (so you can move this off the top of the page).
I know how you feel. You have you post and I have my humiliating Poll.
However, when Mistress Katzenburg puts it like she did above I would say we would both be better off leaving the post and poll as is.
Well you should consider yourselves lucky you did the things you needed to do, I havent even been acknowledged to restart and reinstate into the institute
When did you ask to be reinstated?
I had put in a request many months ago for reinstatement into the institute
I even tried to process thing while signed in and nothing seekms to have been seen or acknowledged
Dearest Mistress Myckie-Jo
I know as a sissy baby i have been bad, I have run away from the institute when i was asked to do certain things publicly. I realize that i am a sissy who need the institute to force him to become the sissy baby maid that he should be, and that a bondage baby is also something that should be forced upon this recalcitrant little sissy need-to-be. I am there fore begging to be re-institutionalized by you and the staff at the isntitute. I merely beg that i not have to do these things aroundd my family as i know them being so vanilla they will never understand, I beg to do things when i am alone. thank you for the consideration of such a naughty male, and your wisdom and that of the others here at the institute will take me on the path to being what i must be forced to become.
this is a copy of the post i put up for consideration that never was acknowledged Miss
i have longed to be treated like this. diapered up 2-3 diapers thick with plastic panties over them. and dressed like a little baby school girl. just like your pictures. i love them :) i hope to be enrolled in the institute soon so that i may expirience this:)