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On all fours.
Pee yourself.
Good boy. You made Mommy look foolish.
Acting bratty in front of everyone? Bad.
I said stop and you didn't listen. You love being punished, uh?
You'll be in Huggies 24/7 for a month. Work? Friends? Not my problem 🤷🏻♀️
Now stop whimpering and lick me.
There is just something about putting a strong grown man back in diapers.
Years of being a responsible, put-together adult and YOU get to remove all that and reduce him to a docile pamper-bottomed mess. Getting him to the point where he’s desperate, CRAVING to be your whimpering little baby despite his outward appearance is a level of submissiveness few are able to experience. He may be a big strong man, but underneath all that you know who he really is:
A helpless, yearning thing desperate for mommy, complete submission, and his diapers 🍼❤️
age play can range from being an itty bitty baby in diapers to a moody teen in diapers
There is just something about putting a strong grown man back in diapers.
Years of being a responsible, put-together adult and YOU get to remove all that and reduce him to a docile pamper-bottomed mess. Getting him to the point where he’s desperate, CRAVING to be your whimpering little baby despite his outward appearance is a level of submissiveness few are able to experience. He may be a big strong man, but underneath all that you know who he really is:
A helpless, yearning thing desperate for mommy, complete submission, and his diapers 🍼❤️
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it desperately needs to laugh in the face of a girl who had spent the entire evening absolutely denying that she would ever piss a diaper for me as she finally loses focus and floods her thirsty padding in its lap. 🥰
Little straddling their CG's lap and pissing their diaper, call that cockwarming.
the moral lesson of the movie secretary is that 24/7 kink dynamics save the lives of dysfunctional depressed autistic girls and it really is deathly true
this was my third soggy pullup today....
🩷Lookie what I made!🩷
I just want someone to stroke my hair and watch cute tv shows with me all day 😇🥺🧸
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One thing I’ve been super interested in lately is the slippery slope of diapers. I’ll explain.
It starts with a conversation - someone brings up the fact that diapers might be fun to play with. Someone goes to a pharmacy, or perhaps picks up a pack of goodnites during a regular grocery run. One gets put on, you both play a little, it’s fun. Maybe it won’t even become a regular thing?
Well, of course it becomes a regular thing. They start being left on after playtime. A night spent padded here, a diapered outing there. Maybe once that pack of cheap diapers is gone through, a nicer pack gets ordered and worn.
Almost without realizing, diapers start making their way into your regular wardrobe. It’s subtle at first; who wants to take overalls off to go to the bathroom? You can just wear a diaper and not worry about it. Then it’s a simple solution for a show. Then they’re getting worn the day before laundry day. Before too long, a few days a week you’re diapered, of course with the encouragement of a lovely partner.
The first week of 24/7 diapers went off without much of a hitch. Being smelly is less of an immediate concern now and more of a background task. Diaper changes become less pomp and circumstance and more of the daily routine. You’ve gone two weeks, then three weeks, then a month without actually wearing panties, you realize.
Your underwear drawer starts sharing space with pull ups. Then pull ups and a few diapers, then just pull-ups and diapers, then finally, it’s not really an underwear drawer, is it?
It wasn’t one single decision, really. It was a lot of small, simple, and almost insignificant steps that have ended up in you not really ever using the potty anymore. And you know what? You can’t say you really miss it at all.
this is what I dream about sometimes. having a partner that encourages me to wear diapers here and there for occasions at first, like for long car rides or on plane rides to not disturb other people to go potty so much. Eventually it becomes more frequent and I get more used to just letting go in my diapers that it starts becoming harder to hold it and make it to the potty without them on, leaving me to want to wear them more in instances where I wouldn’t want to have accidents. The more I wear, the more I start to become dependent on them, until eventually I can’t go without diapers at all ❤︎₊ ⊹
saying "you're mine" is one thing, but whispering "you belong to me" while you have both my hands pinned above my head and your entire body is pressed against me is another thing
Set me up to fail.
Give me tasks that are impossible to complete.
Move the goalposts.
Change the rules halfway through.
Correct me when I’m already doing what you asked.
Let me think, just for a second, that I might succeed. Then, take it away. I’m not here to succeed. I’m here to struggle and suffer for your amusement.
Set me up to fail.
It keeps me in line.
It puts me in my place.
Obsessed with forcing a little girl to draw and make a potty chart, coloring it in so it looks nice and friendly and putting it up on her wall so she sees it the moment she wakes up.
Demanding to get a picture every morning of the state of her padding and updating the chart to match with a sparkly sticker.
Holding a star over her head, watching her cry and pout when I tell her she lost her star sticker for the day for talking back. Making her feel proud to wake up and see ☀️ and ⭐️ lining her chart. Making her feel so pathetic to wake up and see a row of 🌧️.
Bedtime mood 🌙
Remote control vibrator during shopping?
Remote control vibrator during family meals?
Remote control vibrator as you're walking down the aisle?
Because remember, He owns more than just your heart and soul, He also owns your body.
His body, His choice.
