Chapter 8: Conclusion

Childhood development consists of five distinct stages; Oral, Anal, Phallic, Latent and Genital. Adult mental health is contingent on the successful completion of these phases. Oral fixations may lead to a need for instant gratification and later drug abuse. Anal retentive individuals may become inhibited or obsessive compulsive. Our sexual identity is molded in the phallic stage, and cemented in puberty. Psychoanalysis attempts to reach back to our childhood and rip out our self destructive tendencies.

Three months later oral Pamela led anal Betty into my office for their follow up appointment. Only great willpower and a beer hangover kept me from laughing out loud at this ridiculous spectacle. Pam looked like an unwed teenaged mother hen, wearing slacks, blouse, sensible shoes and stockings, carrying an armload of toys and baby supplies. Baby Betsy looked adorable in her little pink and white polka dot sundress. Her daringly short hemline flared out over her fluffy white petticoats showing off her pink plastic training pants and Pebbles and BamBam Pampers. Her blonde tresses were cut and curled in a Shirley Temple style complete with white ribbons and pink bows. Big blue eyes opened wide in innocent excitement while she nervously sucked her thumb with her thick bee stung lips. A dolly was cradled in the crook of her elbow. A GI Jane doll, but a dolly none the less. As I ushered them into my office Pamela planted a chaste kiss on my cheek. Betsy showered my face with wet sloppy smooches while embracing me in a bear hug, rubbing her diaper clad cunt up and down my pants leg.

With a "Bad Girl!" from Pam and a muffled swat on her fanny from me, Betsy reluctantly released me and plopped down on my rug to play. She sat Indian style, rocking back and forth while babbling baby talk to her dolly as her heels pressed against the crotch band of her plastic panty.

There was a real therapeutic method to my perverted madness. Betty had been obsessive about her need for complete control. She had a compulsive hatred towards all men, and a cruel fetish to dominate and abuse submissive females. A classic type A personality whose character defects probably stem from the trauma of potty training. With drugs and hypnosis I had regressed her mental age to the anal phase in order to detect and delete her defects in personality. With my hands on training, and Pamela's corrective discipline, her PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) will be a thing of the past. Before she became such bitchy butch lesbian asshole.

Pamela's submissive nature and addictive personality began with her frustration from being weaned from breast feeding to becoming a bottle baby. Her wealth and beauty allowed her to shirk responsibilities and to manipulate males. This protected her Id and boosted her ego without the moral constraints of the superego. The guilt she felt from her frequent masturbation and the shameful way her body responded to the fondling fingers of her abusive uncle made her unsure and fearful of her sexuality. It made her a fucked up cock teasing spoiled rotten lesbian submissive. With an itch that not even dope could scratch.

Now she has the responsibilities of parenthood. And I give her the sexual satisfaction she had been missing. And believing that she is bisexual, now she has the best of both worlds. A taste for pussy, and a craving for cock- and a hunger for my semen.

Pam spread out a blanket and unbuttoned Betsy's sundress.

"Nappy time baby, arms up! Good girl, now lie down on your blankie" Betsy giggled "Peek a boo!" as the material momentarily blocked her eyes, then squealed, "I see you!" as my smirking face came back into her sight. When Pam unlatched the too tight sports bra her boobs sprang free of their aching bondage, and Betsy gurgled with relief. She cupped her big girl mounds, fingers playing over stiff thumb sized nipples until her hands were slapped away. "You know the rules Betsy" scolded Miss Pamela, "No touching those titties, and keep your hands out of your diaper, you remember what happened last time, don't you baby girl?" Betty nodded and lay on her back with her arms at her side. Her boobs heaved with each breath as she closed her eyes and softly sobbed. She remembered. She would try to be a good girl!

While the baby sucked her juice from the bottle Pam gave her, we discussed the troubles and joys in raising an oversexed adult toddler. When Pam tired of cleaning cum stains from her rugs and furniture Betsy lost her panty privileges. When she got sick of the sounds and smells of Betsy's masturbation, that sin was strictly forbidden. When scolding and spanking failed to stop Betsy's furtive fingering, padlocks replaced the diaper's safety pins, and the waistband of her plastic pants were tightly wound with duct tape. Even so, Pam faced a constant battle of ending the naughty baby's self abuse, and frequent changing's of Betsy wetsy's soggy diapers.

Yet motherhood has its rewards as well. Bossing around a bimbo baby version of her former mistress made her hot and horny with revenge and power. Despite all the humiliation and discipline Pamela heaped upon her Betsy stayed obedient, and was always eager and willing to please. Babies like to cuddle and live to suckle, and Betsy spent hours licking and sucking every square inch of Pamela's petite body. The diet of bottle fed milk, baby food and pussy juice made her thin and listless. Crawling. Napping and lack of exercise made her muscles weak and less athletic. But her dumb baby brain found a peace of mind and a horny happiness she had never known before.