One Must Imagine Himself As If He Were A Rainbow

jay/jamie/rainbow, 24, he/they

[jam1erainbow]

Hello!

🐸 🌈

I’m Jay/Jamie/Rainbow (he/they pronouns). I’m a fat trans dykeboy who is a control freak personality-wise and I’ve learned that my kinks go the absolute opposite way.

DNI: minors, pedophiles, terfs, and bigots - ageless bios will be blocked on sight pew pew

into: abdl, omo, loss of control in lots of forms, hypno, edging, teasing, intox play, intelligence play, gender play, bondage, and general unfairness

limits: significant pain, blood

[funkyspunkys]

been thinking about having a pretty toy to play with. Taking a nap together but you have a dildo spreading you open, every now and again rubbing my knee against your crotch to hear you whimper. Maybe I’m doing the dishes while you sit on the floor grinding on my boot. Keeping my fingers in you and mindlessly playing with your cock while I watch tv. Tying you up and leaving you desperate and denied watching me do a household chore. Taking care of work and having your moans as background noise, I’ll take care of everything pet, you’re job is just to be a cute source of entertainment for me.

[ameliemommy]

Your Useless Little Thing

You’re back in diapers for good now. There’s no going back, no pretending you’re anything more than what you are: a baby, a little, a boy whose only purpose is to fill his thick, crinkly diapers and let Mommy take care of the rest. And that includes it... that useless little thing between your legs.

It doesn’t matter how big or small it was before. It doesn’t matter how you used to think about it, stroke it, or fantasize about what it could do. None of that matters anymore. Because now? Now it’s just there, a vestigial reminder of a life you no longer lead. A life where you thought you had control, where you thought you had a say. But Mommy knows better. And so do you, deep down.

The only time anyone will see it, touch it, or even acknowledge its existence is during changes. Those brief, clinical moments when Mommy peels back the tapes, wipes away the mess, and cleans the filth from your useless little penis before taping you back up. She doesn’t linger. She doesn’t admire. She doesn’t even react. It’s just another part of the routine, like powdering your bottom or taping the fresh diaper into place. And why would she? It’s not for her. It’s not for anyone.

You used to think about her, the way she’d look at you, the way she’d touch you, the way she’d want you. But those thoughts are fading now, replaced by the crinkle of plastic and the warmth of padding. Because Mommy doesn’t want anything from your penis. And neither should you. The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.

And then there’s him. The one Mommy does want. The one she does touch, the one she does admire. You’ve seen the way she looks at him, the way her fingers trail down his chest, the way she lets out that little sigh when he’s near. He’s everything you’re not, strong, capable, useful. And you? You’re just the baby in the corner, watching, waiting, knowing your place.

Sometimes, when Mommy’s with him, you’ll catch a glimpse of his hands on her, his lips on hers, and you’ll feel a twinge of something,jealousy? Longing? But it’s not for her. Not really. It’s for his confidence, his purpose, the way he fills a room just by walking into it. And then you’ll remember: you don’t need that. You don’t want that. Because Mommy gives you something better. She gives you safety, warmth, the comfort of knowing you’ll never have to be anything more than her little baby.

Your penis twitches sometimes, betraying you, as if it hasn’t gotten the memo. But Mommy just laughs, patting your diaper with a smirk. “Oh, baby,” she’ll coo, “did you think that was going to do something?” She’ll press her palm against the thick padding, and you’ll feel the uselessness of it all, the way the diaper swallows every sensation, every twitch, every pathetic attempt at relevance. “It’s not for you, sweetheart. It’s not for anyone.”

And she’s right. Because the only thing your penis is good for now is making messes. And Mommy loves cleaning up your messes. She’ll change you with a smile, humming softly as she wipes you down, as if she’s doing the most natural thing in the world. And maybe she is. Maybe this is the most natural thing in the world, for you to be small, soft, and useless, and for her to be the one in control.

So accept it. Let go of the fantasies, the ego, the idea that you were ever meant for more. Your penis is just another part of you that Mommy takes care of. And if that makes you feel small? Good. If that makes you feel insignificant? Even better. Because that’s exactly what you are. And that’s exactly where you belong.

Would you like any adjustments to the tone or themes? Maybe a stronger emphasis on the cuckolding dynamic, or a softer touch?

[underwateranimal]

myilya exercises hisshane by putting him in his leather straightjacket and leg binders inside his leather sleepsack, strapped and buckled in nice and tight, and making him wriggle on the ground like a worm for long distances towards moving goalposts for several hours. if shane pees in his sleepsack due to the hours without breaks then he has to sleep in it 😌

[underwateranimal]

ilya knows what an enema is, obviously. he's a grown man with internet access, not to mention the fact he has a husband and sub that douches fastidiously almost daily to accommodate their rigorous sex life. he understands enemas are basically a deep clean, with significantly more liquid involved compared to douching, that some people do for a variety of health related reasons. uncomfortable, but practical in necessary circumstances. he asks shane out of detached curiosity once and shane shrugs and says that with his diet and his regular douching, he's never been backed up or dirty enough to warrant giving himself a proper enema. ilya nods and doesn't think about it again.

until— (long post, enema kink but mostly for sadism purposes)

—ilya stumbles across stories on reddit and various kink forums. he'd like to think it's solely for research purposes, bc him and shane have been experimenting and sprinting headfirst into increasingly freaky under-negotiated scenes and kinks and fetishes and are definitely toeing the line of a 24/7 dynamic without actually talking about it. so it makes sense to look at what other people are doing to sort of get a baseline or put a name to what the hell is going on in their horned up marriage. but this is definitely less 'responsible research' and more 'getting ideas on things shane would hate but reluctantly let ilya subject him to anyways, sourced from kinksters on the internet doing even wilder stuff and gleefully oversharing about it.'

he's particularly fascinated by a post he finds written by a domme in a Mistress/pet dynamic with her husband. her post is specifically about how she's incorporated enemas into her pet's day-to-day life, detailing how useful and versatile they are for hygiene, routine humiliation, pain training, and even solely as punishment. how surprisingly hot it turned out to be the first time she watched her pet on elbows and knees with his ass in the air in their bathtub, trembling and whining pathetically as she filled his guts with large volumes of water and made him hold it via an inflatable plug. how he had to squat on the grass outside to empty himself as he sobbed, red faced and utterly mortified at the vulnerability. how she would occasionally be kind and give him a small enema with warm water that he only had to hold for a few minutes, but more often than not she preferred to make the water freezing cold or near scalding hot. and with the plug, she could make him hold it for an hour or more, just to empty and then fill him again for an extra thorough cleaning.

ilya finds himself growing rock hard as he reads tips from others on how to get creative with it. it doesn't have to be plain water, after all. how there exist strong soaps that cause awful cramps, and chemical irritants that cause hot deep burning sensations, and cleaning tablets that make the sting more menthol minty sharp instead of spicy. some doms even forego those options for the much more dubiously safe diy route—adding lemon juice, strained chili oil, etc. to the water. the painful additions tend to fall under the category of 'punishment enemas,' but who's to say they can't be 'just because' enemas if the dom feels like it? once the plug is locked in then the sub can hold the enema while they go about their day, writhing and sniveling as they're made to do chores or exercise. the excess movement makes the pain worse, naturally. their swollen, aching belly is the perfect target for slapping and squeezing.

and a sub being subjected to such an enema would gladly grovel and make any damning promise, beg for any number of horrible things, just for the mercy of being emptied. forced to listen to the disgusting squelching torrent of filthy liquid being expelled from their body as they mess themselves like a worthless animal. as a bonus, the punishment enema scorches their hole on the way out, and if they don't get a soothing rinse afterwards, then the cramps or the burning can last several hours after the enema is released.

one testimonial reads: it is delightfully easy to use enemas as a tool to force total debasement and powerlessness, capable with the right execution of breaking even the proudest or strongest sub.

ilya places an order for the special hose and nozzle showerhead attachment, followed by the reddit thread recommended inflatable plug and almost every single punishment additive he can find linked. he makes a mental note to stop by the mall tomorrow so he can do some browsing at the gimmick specialty hot sauce store that sells ghost pepper and carolina reaper sauces.

he can't wait to spring this on shane as the newest addition to his routine.

[underwateranimal]

trans shane who regularly pumps his tdick for bottom growth and sensitivity increase purposes, and ilya who looks at his pump and thinks "i could do a much better job 🙄" and ties shane down and sucks his tdick ruthlessly, just working his mouth like a fucking vacuum lashing the sensitive tip with his tongue

and it hurts, ilya's sucking too hard on purpose, so each orgasm is pulled from shane agonizingly, until shane is so far past the point of overstimulated he's drooling and twitching like he's being electrocuted, too fucked out to even form words

eventually when his mouth gets really sore ilya pulls off and shane thinks he's gonna get untied, but ilya just brings out the microstroker and g-spot vibe and that's when shane finds his voice and really starts thrashing

[underwateranimal]

(discomfort/pain edgeplay, obscure kinks)

the lockable leather chastity underwear is a special type of hell for shane.

unlike his cock cage, the underwear obviously covers his hole, so he's denied the privilege of being fucked and is forced to watch and sob in guilt and jealousy as ilya fucks a fleshlight instead. at least with the cage, he has small areas of exposed flesh through the bars. the leather underwear is extra thick and padded where it stores his cock and balls, muffling any outside touches to the point where palming and grinding somehow translates to virtually no sensation. the lock cinches the waistband tight on his waist, too tight to slip a finger down. the leg holes are similarly taut around the meaty hinge where thigh meets ass and groin. any sweat that accumulates quickly gets hot and prickly and trapped against his skin.

the biggest thing is that ilya can stuff his underwear, 'your panties, shane,' with whatever he wants, and lock him away until he remembers or cares enough to take them off. stinging nettles? those can get nestled right in the cock divot to cover his shaft and tip. itching powder? that can be applied generously between shane's cheeks, which the leather will squeeze together. the freshly carved ginger plug can be held secure in his naughty hole, the knobby intrusion battering his rim even long after his inner walls have absorbed the juices. the thick ribbed sound can be sunk deep into his piss slit before his cock is tucked away and rendered unusable. the burning cream can be lathered anywhere external when ilya is low on time and patience. the panties are modest and cover both of shane's cheeks, putting constant rough friction against his glowing red belted ass. ilya typically picks one irritant, 'medicine, stupid puppy,' and sticks to it. but when he's feeling particularly creative in his sadism, it's always a mindfuck of overlapping itching burning aching feelings overloading shane's senses and battling to cause him the most torment.

shane hates it the most when he has to sleep that way. sometimes he's allowed completely unrestrained in the bed, trying desperately not to squirm in pain as ilya snuggles him close and snores peacefully in his ear. other times he's allowed on the bed next to ilya with his hands mitted, or secured to the bedframe by handcuffs or a spreader bar. most often he has to sleep in his crate, wrists and ankles tied to each end of the bars, laid belly down with his legs apart and arms above his head. he can usually drift off for a couple of hours through the discomfort when he's granted a bit of ilya's affection to cling to. but when he's left crated in the living room, it's almost guaranteed he'll end up half out of his mind, deliriously sleep deprived.

in the morning he's a bleary eyed mess, panting and writhing in his bonds. direct pressure from his position bullying his overfull bladder, irritated stinging cock grinding into the nettles, balls throbbing from the rash and the heat, ass crack and taint still tingling and itching and driving him insane with the inability to scratch or soothe, hole pulsing with sore chemical burning, welts on his cheeks from last night's punishment rubbed raw by the backseat of his panties. ilya has 'forgotten' about him in the morning a few times, enjoying his day off with an hour or three luxuriating in bed after he wakes up, getting himself off to the thought of shane downstairs desperate and helpless, fighting the urge to call for ilya.

ilya will decide when he's allowed to take his panties off. sometimes it's right away, sometimes it's after ilya uses his mouth, oftentimes it's at some point after shane is let out of his crate and sent off to complete all of his morning tasks first. make breakfast, walk anya, get in some weight training at the home gym, answer emails, clean whatever needs cleaning, assume position on his hands and knees as ilya's footstool while ilya watches tv or scrolls on his phone. a miserable trembling little pathetic thing shifting constantly, whimpering constantly, face flushed and tacky with tears, too well trained to beg for mercy, all for ilya to enjoy. ilya takes his sweet time with it, fiddling with the key and running a finger along the waistband of the panties, debating with himself out loud if it's worth the effort to strip shane of his punishment when he knows his bad dog will just earn himself another right after. nevermind the fact that he decides the rules shane has broken on a whim. shane isn't allowed to plead his case, he can only bat his wet eyelashes and squeeze his pouty lips shut and wait for ilya's verdict.

sometimes, once his panties are removed, he gets cleaned up and pampered and allowed some real rest. a warm bath and ice packs and healing ointment and aloe vera and fresh air on his inflamed mottled genitals and ass. ilya will put his everyday cage back on and then rim and finger him nice and slow, working him up to a toe curling prostate orgasm that washes away much of the ache, and afterwards lets him nap on the couch under a soft blanket as long as he likes. if that's not what he deserves, though, shane knows he can expect a clean pair of panties to be locked on for the day once ilya refreshes his plug and sound and bruises and medicine.

[laurawful]

"momcon" is actually short for "mom consent" where mommy consents for you so you don't have to :)

[discordiaazaezal]

Oh my sweet girl, we've talked about this remember? Your girlfriend is always welcome to spend the night but if you haven't behaved enough to earn time out of chastity then you aren't going to be allowed to do anything lewd together. I don't care what you promised her darling, you're my daughter and you haven't earned time out of your cage so you're staying in it. Fine... fine, if you're that concerned then I'll make sure to show her a good time. She has hit on me like every time she's come over to the house so I can't imagine she'd be disappointed. Oh no more of that fussing darling, I'll still let you participate. You'll be such a good bit of ambiance as we fuck on top of your cage.

[pacifiedfamiliar]

Wau,,, But I am always on my best behavior, this feels like a constantly movin goalpost! She's MY girlfriend Mommy! I should be able to have fun with her 🥺

[discordiaazaezal]

I'm not moving the goalpost sweetie, you just haven't earned time outside of your cage! Don't worry, you'll earn it eventually and I'll make sure to schedule a playdate for the two of you when that happens. In the mean time, I promise I'll keep her satisfied for you. 😘

[fairiesthesecond]

“oh sweetheart I’m working right now I can’t pay attention to you. can you wait a second? no? do you want to sit on mommy’s lap while she’s working?”

[fairiesthesecond]

as many have pointed out this would probably not be realistic but I do agree that leaning against legs or head on lap are viable alternatives

[cnc-pet]

Yeah I’m a keyholder now *I hold up a clockwork-looking key. Behind me you can see a matching clockwork girl moving sluggishly, desperately trying to grab the key from my hand, but moving slower each second.*

[cnc-pet]

Oh don’t worry about her, she actually likes it. Yeah. She told me. She loooves waking up in a completely different location, not sure how much time has passed or what has been done to her. Isn’t that right? Oh. Ah. There she goes. Well I guess we’ll find out whenever I decide to wind her back up again. Would you like to touch her?

[diaper-dyke]

Letting you have a whole day of big kid undies after you begged Mommy for months. Though you can feel Mommy watching you throughout the whole day, just waiting for you to fail. And when you do? Mommy will be cooing over you after you have an accident, telling you that it's not your fault that you're just a baby who can't control yourself.

Mommy will be patting your soaked bottom before carrying you to the changing table. As you protest that you don't need diapers and that it won't happen again, I'll use scissors to cut off your soaked underwear, rolling them up into a ball and stuffing them into your mouth.

Then I'll proceed with your diaper change as normal, the soaked garments in your mouth reminding you of why Mommy keeps you in diapers. Next time, Mommy won't be so careless as to let you out of diapers for even one day. Because you're a helpless little pottypants who's not quite big enough to have any control over that bladder.

[unicornthots]

a patient top that tells you nope, legs open baby so so gently every time u try to close them, patient & firm no matter how much u beg

[underwateranimal]

hollanov ageplay brainworm forever (⁠*⁠_⁠*⁠)

shane would put up such a fuss the first time ilya covered his caged cocklet with a thick diaper. but daddy knows that the cage is inappropriate for little boys to look at or touch, so the diaper keeps him safe and sweet. and the absorbency keeps shane from leaking precum everywhere like a messy boy.

the childish onesies are to prevent him from trying to be naughty and remove his diaper. the pacifier gag is to prevent him from saying naughty big boy words. the mitts over his hands keep clumsy baby fingers from hurting himself. the baby food is good for his tummy and it doesn't matter if you hate the mushy texture, shane, it's this or the bottle. the plushies are for comfort, and sometimes shane has to play the humping game with them to show his daddy how much he loves his toys. the cartoons and baby books and lullabies keep him silly and tiny, and daddy's special lap time and bath time and diaper changing time keep him confused and horny.

shane can stomp and cry and pretend he doesn't like being treated like the little boy he really is, earn himself plenty of spankings and corner times, but daddy will always be there to wipe his tears and lovingly remind him of where he belongs.

and where he belongs, at the end of a long tiring day of being so small, is the crib in his nursery with extra high slats he can't climb over while he's swaddled so tight in his sleepsack. daddy loves you, shane, so look at the pretty colors on your mobile and listen to your lullaby and get your rest, little one.

[pawcketpuppy]

Teasing mommy when we're out in public with friends, moving my hands up her shirt or flashing my panties from under the table.

Mommy pulling me into the nearest bathroom stall and spanking me over her lap

"Stupid mutt, can't even control herself when she's around mommy? even out in public you're such a slut for me"

[diaper-dyke]

Okay but imagine me forcing you into diapers and strapping you into a baby bouncer with a rattle and a little remote-controlled vibrator underneath your diaper's liner. I keep you there all day, working on grown-up things that you're just too dumb to understand.

Every hour, I take a quick break to feed you a big bottle of milk, before resuming my adult activities. Since you're just a baby who can't control when you pee yourself, you're making peepees in your diaper in no time at all. As a reward, I turn on the little buzzy toy inside your diaper.

I keep it on a low setting at first, and I turn it off whenever you're close. After all, that diaper can get fuller, and you haven't earned cummies yet. I continue to feed you your bottles, and as you fill your diaper more and more, I turn the setting up more and more.

Eventually, I'm satisfied with how much you've filled your diaper. I turn the buzzy toy to its highest setting, allowing you to cum. Your little whimpers and cries are music to my ears, but it's time for the pacifier gag to go in, since Mommy has to go on a call soon. It's a good thing that you'll be occupied with what's going on in that diaper.

Oh, you're so helpless, aren't you baby? There's no thoughts in that little baby brain. All you're able to do is bounce while you make peepees and cummies inside your diaper, over and over and over again. And don't think that I don't see you leaking. I bet you love that all the more, being able to bounce in your own mess both between your legs and beneath your feet while making cummies.

I don't think you'd be coming out of there anytime soon, unless it's for a change. I think you belong there, and I'll make sure you stay there. Don't worry, little one. Mommy will take care of you and all your needs. All you'll need to worry about is bouncing and keeping those diapers nice and full for Mommy. But judging by your performance today, I'd say you'll have no trouble doing that.

I bet you'd enjoy that. I bet you're squeezing your legs together just reading this. Or trying and failing to do so because your diaper is too thick~ Now, come here, baby, and we can make it happen. After all, Mommy knows best! ♡

[wetpullupsboy-deactivated201902]

Thick diapered ass.

[aldiaperlover]

Wow 😍

[diaperswitch91]

Woah, hold on a second, Kathy. Where do you think you’re going?

Lilly, please, I just want to go out to the gym with some friends.

You know the rules, step mom. After my dad caught you making out with another guy at the bar, he gave you a choice, what was it?

Be kicked out of the house with nothing or…ummm…or…

Or be diapered and obedient to him and his daughter, me, until he decides he can trust you again. That includes getting permission before you leave. Checks to ensure that you are wearing your diapers. No access to bathrooms without supervision, and asking approval for every outfit you wear out of the house.

Please, Lily, do we have to do this? It’s just the gym.

Pants down, Kathy.

…

Good girl. You’ve got a nice clean diaper on. How much water have you had today?

Ummm…

You will drink a half liter before leaving for the gym, a liter while at the gym doing your two hour workout, and another half liter on your way home from the gym. There’s also a shopping list on the fridge of things I need you to pick up at the store on your way home.

But…please, I don’t want to wet the diaper while at the gym.

I don’t care. I’m responsible for keeping you healthy. You follow directions or I’ll start escorting you everywhere. Do you want to lose your driving privileges?

No, maam.

Good. I expect your diaper to need to be changed by the time you get home. If it doesn’t…I’ll just assume you took it off and punish you for removing your diaper.

Fine, can I go now?

One more thing, that shirt is fine, but I you need to wear the workout shorts that my dad bought for you. That’s why you got them.

But…but…they’re so tight, everybody will-

And no guy is gonna consider hitting on you when they can tell you’re wearing a soaking wet diaper under your shorts. Daddy asked me to keep his wife in line while he’s out of town, so that’s what I’m going to do. And while I’m at it, I’m going to make sure no man or woman will consider you a viable option ever again. Now, get out, I need to finish using the toilet. I will check to make sure you finished your water and have the correct shorts on in 15 minutes.