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25 Fem AB/DL Loves hypnosis and conditioning

[mads-the-dog]

You pause as my finger slowly slides under the next word on the page.

Squirming subconsciously on my lap, you chew your lip in intense concentration.

I have to stifle a chuckle.

You're not pausing because you can't read the four-syllable-long word on the page.

That would be silly.

You're a respected professional. You have a college degree. There's not a word in the whole Babysitter's Club series you can't read.

You're pausing because you don't know if this a word you shouldn't know how to read.

After months of "reading lessons," you still haven't deciphered my rules for which words you are and aren't allowed to know.

It's probably because there aren't any.

You dare a warning glance back at me, trying to see if you can gather more information from my face than the page in front of you.

I shake my head.

"What's wrong, sweetie? Need help sounding this one out?"

You let out a little sigh of relief, nodding your head in affirmation, clearly believing you've avoided punishment for being too much of a 'smarty pants.'

A flutter of joy forms in my chest. "Teaching" you how to read has been one of my favorite parts of the day.

"Innnnn-deeeee-penn-dennt," I read slowly, carefully annunciating each sound, "Just like you used to be before you met me! Remember?"

You blush, throwing your head back into my chest as I take the opportunity to kiss the side of your head.

"That one wasn't even that hard. You could read it just last week, remember?"

You look back at me in fear as I continue.

"Maybe these books are a little bit too hard for you," I declare.

Panic fills your face as you realize you've escaped a spanking, but may have subjected yourself to an even worse fate.

"But, I..." You stammer out before I cut you off.

"No, 'buts'! I won't have you straining that poor little brain with books that are so clearly far above your reading level!"

You whimper as I set the book to the side and help you off my lap.

"I'm pretty sure we have some of those Magic Treehouse books in your room, why don't you go pick one out?"

You look from me to the book you were just reading, sitting on the side table. I can see it on your face. You know you'll never read anything that mature again.

"What are you waiting for?" I say, interrupting your train of thought, "Are you afraid those books will be too hard, too? I'm sure we have some Dr. Suess around here if..."

I don't even finish my sentence before you dart off, desperate to not fall any farther this afternoon.

Fuck, I love reading with you.

[cookie-goodboy]

Drug-Laced Baby Food, for Bigger Babies.

🥕 Loads of veggies for nutrition

💧 Diuretics to keep them peeing.

🌾 Extra Fibre to help fill those diapers in the back.

😴 Sedatives to get them ready for naptime.

💪 Muscle relaxers to keep them weak.

In all sorts of fun combinations !

All of the jars have cute labels to help the grownups know what they'll do

Nappy Nap- (diuretics + sedatives for sleep wetting )

Wiggly Worm- (Aphrodisiacs+ Muscle Relaxers, to encourage diaper humping)

Drooly Dummy- (THC + mouth numbing, to keep intelligent speech away)

Fudge Factory- (bulk fibre and laxative for optimal diaper filling)

Hypnosis Helper- (Psychedelics and THC, to help those hypno sessions stick)

Toddler Topple- (Muscle Relaxers and Balance inhibitors, to keep them crawling)

Which one are the grownups force-feeding you today ?

[lonlytiredgirl]

i wish i were force fed all of them

[kinkedbycalliope]

I want to infantilize a little one’s entire life until they’re helplessly dependent on me for guidance through every situation they find themselves in. I want them slowly over time to start letting their precious little ego go completely when they’re with me, becoming my clingy little fool.

I want to dumb down their vocabulary and trivialize their adult problems until they come home from work hardly able to contain their tears because their boss was “such a big meanie” to them today and work is too hard, they just want their blocks.

Allow them to date but only under my supervision and with my approval, selecting for them only the cruelest, most condescending partners I can find. Making them so nervous for their nights out that they’re bound to fail. And when they do, I’d want them running home to me, crying because it’s so hard trying to be big.

It would be so cute watching them try to resist it from absolutely consuming them at first. All bashful in the beginning when I ask them if they washed their hands after going to the bathroom. Then as all sense of dignity and pride is chipped away, becoming more obnoxious- making a big scene of filling their pants for me, forgetting that the bathroom was ever even an option.

Getting them so hopelessly dependent on nap time that I have to make excuses for their behavior when they get cranky because they’re overdue for theirs. I want them so helpless, they’re pawing at my shirt with wet eyes and whimpers anytime anything goes awry, taking comfort in the safety and dependability of nursing from me.

Spoiling them so rotten they can’t take no for an answer anytime they see a toy or treat their little heart desires. Nothing would make me happier than to see my little one, ego completely shattered, red in the face, kicking and screaming on the floor because I said they can’t have sweets before dinner. Letting them wear themselves out until they’re just a heaving mess of tears desperate for the familiarity of me.

I want a little one to give up themselves entirely <3

[lonlytiredgirl]

sounds fun to this little

[hockeynhandcuffss-deactivated20]

Let me gush on why I think diapers are the ultimate tool for control.

It's a status symbol: this is the easiest to explain. You look at a little and know immediately they are not on the same level of you. This padded excuse for underwear shows that the person wearing it is not to be treated as an adult and is to be treated like they do not have the ability to work a toilet let alone handle any responsibilities.

It's a physical barrier: a diaper literally puts a barrier between the little's genitalia and anything that they might want, such as pleasure, the dignity to use the toilet, hell even the ability to clean themselves properly. Just some plastic and fluff keep can be so restrictive.

"functional" clothing: not only does a diaper look and feel like a tool for control but also act the part. It's a container for one of the most humbling liquids on the planet. It also has a hidden purpose of being able to be written on. Even the most basic of diapers can be a powerful tool when used to contain the piss of someone who claims to be an adult

Dependence: there is almost no other kink tool that can be used quite like a diaper to make your little depend on you. It literally has to be acknowledged every 4 to 12 hours. It also often has to be checked, talked about, and changed. If you truly want to make someone dependent on you, make it so they have to come to you to be changed. They will feel your presence with every step they take.

[prettyprettypaci2-deactivated20]

Where In The World Is Your Little? 🌎

It's pretty simple: in the digital age, there's no reason you shouldn't know exactly where your diapered angel is at all times. Sure -- it's about control (you want to know if they're at home when you text them that they're going to pee their pants for you), but it's also practical! What if they forgot to bring their diaper bag with them when they left the house, and you need to go hand it to them in a nice, public place?

An obvious solution is a GPS tracker (which can often come included with a child lock app), but it's frankly too much of a "background" thing, and your ditzy Little will forget they're even being tracked. You know what's even better?

Mandatory Location Updates

Every time your Little leaves a location, and every time they arrive at a location, they should be sending you a message.

"I'm leaving home for daycare now, Daddy."

"I'm walking into daycare now, Daddy."

You can even get more hyper-specific!

"I'm going to the potty room to change my diaper, Mommy."

"I'm in the potty room now, Mommy."

"I'm heading back to my desk now, Mommy."

"I'm back at my desk in a fresh diaper, Mommy."

Don't accept delayed or retroactive updates except in emergencies. Train the habit that if your Little is on the move, they should be notifying you.

It is 100% your business where your kiddo is at all times!

[thebrattyprincesspage]

Diaper Dependency

"Soon enough, you wouldn’t have any control left at all. You’d helplessly fill your diapers wherever we are, even in public and in front of friends, family, and strangers. And you’d just grow more and more embarrassed, and more and more dependent on Daddy’s kindness and care. You’d grow to love your diapers until you were nothing more than the helpless, thumb-sucking little diaper baby you’d always secretly wanted to be."

[sidesessions]

I don’t want you to know your ABC’s or how to count any higher than 10. I want you to struggle mightily with simple tasks you’re given until I decide you shouldn’t be given tasks anymore because you’re nothing but a silly little simpleton who can’t handle such things. It would be a gradual downgrade from daddy’s big helper to daddy’s drooling diaper dummy. I’m sure at the start you’d still be able to help daddy with sorting laundry or picking up your toys or knowing how to work the duster on your own. Maybe you’d know how to put your shoes away for a while, or how to brush your teeth by yourself. It’s possible you might even know how to pour the chocolate chips into the big bowl when daddy’s baking yummy cookies for you to stuff into your greedy, chubby little baby belly. But eventually, all those simple chores will become oh so strenuous and difficult. Most of those chocolate chips will wind up on the floor or even down the front of your soggy diaper. Sorting laundry will be a distant memory when daddy notices you can’t even sort your baby blocks together by colors or shapes by yourself anymore. Putting your shoes away would become a silly fantasy story about a little girl who once knew how to take her own shoes off without daddy’s help. Trying to count your little piggies would be so hard when the uncontrollable desire to put them in your mouth consumes your thoughts. Then daddy gets to enjoy a nice show, the former big girl laying on her back, struggling to pull her sockies off, desperately trying to get her feet into her mouth to drool on her toes, grunting and straining as her diapers fill up with a stinky, special surprise just for daddy to find later. Then it’s no more chores for the dumb little baby! Doesn’t that sound so nice and easy?

[sircraig58]

I think this little lady is just having the very best of FUN in her very babyishly cute dress and yes cutesy babygirl bloomers...and 💕 i hope y'awl dont mind really ,,,massive thanks with respect for you ALL especially my fellow followers

[lonlytiredgirl]

id love to learn ballet/dance

[imnotherdadyet]

When you force girlie to have breakfast in her high chair still in her overnight nappy from the previous day. Ignoring all of her protests through her pacifier as she begs for a change first only to pick her up against her will and sit her down in her high chair for her meal - smushing all of her cold, wet, uncomfortable smush accidents from previous night around her private areas. You can see her facial expression shift and a slight audible moan as you sit her down. Feeling the cold mushy padding that she’s been forced to sleep in; endured for another half hour or so before she gets a change.

The humiliating ordeal was a daily occurrence that she had hoped that all of her protests might one day try to avoid but no one listened to her, grown ups are in charge for a reason and she has to submit to there will. Safely retraining her arms and legs so she doesn’t make too much of a mess as she struggles an writhes only to make her uncomfortable underwear worse further spreading her mess. No matter how much she used to going potty in her nappy she never got used to sitting in her mess. She never got a change directly after and knew she would have to spend hours sitting in it before someone might take pity on her and change her smushy, well used nappy. The baby print had stated to fade moreover with each additional accident she was forced to make, never allowed to use the bathroom but after countless spoonfuls of tasteless mush stuffed into her mouth despite her complaints and the rest of another bottle of unknown, unfamiliar liquid held gently against her mouth with another hand smiley stroking her hair and sweetly encourage her - she felt another wet accident escape from between her legs, once again warming the already soaked pad taped between her legs. She just hoped she would get a change soon…

[imnotherdadyet]

Cucky girls don’t get big girl playtime or pleasure - especially those who still make accidents in their pants and still need a grown up to dress and feed them. However, sometimes slight exceptions can be made to the rule to makes things extra humiliating for her. After yet another long torturous edging session after you finishing “checking her” after every accident she makes in her nappies. Move her crib or playpen into the adult bedroom so that when she’s having nap time or age appropriate toy time she can clearly watch and hear the grown ups having fun sheer inches away. Just to absolutely mind fuck the poor cucky as much as possible. By this time she will be pent up, extremely fussy and desperately pawing at her nappy in an attempt for any sense of relief but her chastity belt stops anything even coming close.

After the grown ups have had there fun make sure to comment on how adorable and pathetic she is, how small and girly she is and how she will never get anything like this again. “Look after you baby, your soaked! You can’t expect anyone to treat you like a grown up when your still making accidents like this in your nappy. Your not even close to being like a grown up yet… turn around… as expected… princess you made a messy nappy while the grown ups were having there fun, was it really that hard to hold it? I bet your little baby bits are absolutely screaming for attention behind your chastity belt arnt they hun? Well that’s okay cause that’s they way there gonna be for a long long time. Your just a helpless cuck after all.”

[innumerable-voices]

Uhhhhh,,, school uniforms

x.x

That's the post

[innumerable-voices]

OK no listen

All uniforms are inherently demeaning

Their purpose is in the name, it's to make you the same. They strip you of your ability to define and express yourself as a person and in doing so denote you as a little bit less than a person. They say this one is not a person living their life it is a tool doing a job and you are free to treat it that way.

A school uniform has the same purpose, except it's worse than that because as we've all experienced the 'job' that a student is doing is learning to be docile, to be obedient, to be a tool.

So uhhhh,,, school uniforms

x.x

[innumerable-voices]

What I want to do is find a burn out ex-"gifted student", put her in her old school uniform, sit her down at a desk with a standardised test and a clock ticking loudly. Then when she's done make her stand in from of me as a I mark it berating her for every mistake and asking her over and over where all her potential went

And then when she's sobbing I'll stick a pacifier in her mouth, sit her on the ground with a colourful plastic mat and some butchers paper and big pots of paints and get her to make me a finger painting smothering her in praise the entire time

I think that'd be really effective force age regression

[vent1-icedcoffi]

I can’t wait for the day that I’m too dependent to even leave the house without a binky bobbing between my lips!!!

Stares won’t matter, I get off on the humiliation. The itchy, frustrating, burning in my brain that’s only sated when I can’t quite figure out why it feels so good to let go and suck.

Knowing something is off as people stare, but the pacifier does its job so well, and I’d given my mind to it so devotedly that there was little else to do but let go and suck.

My swollen lips move, smacking the pacifier back and forth against a needy and hungry tongue, the sound pushing others to look.

Even as judgement crosses their faces, even as they pull their phones out, and even as some laugh at me, my addled mind will just try to innocently rationalize it all.

Something comforting, and incredibly, so incredibly naive.

“They must have thought I was pretty, I must look kinda tired today… well, maybe I forgot to brush my hair?”

All the while I’m still obnoxiously suckling and smacking on my binky while more and more people record, laugh, whisper, and stare at the binky baby.

Happily, unknowingly, suckling away like the good girl I was trained to be.

I <333 my paci

[i-am-baby]

Goals

[lonlytiredgirl]

Goals for me

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[lonlytiredgirl]

yes please

[spankmylace-deactivated20181217]

Power Exchange ideas with your little

Take away their adult privileges when they get home.

Restrict screen time

Make them ask for food, littles need help to get those things!

Make them change into a diaper, pull-ups or training pants to enforce the fact that they are little and need this just in case. You should probably help them into their little gear too tops!

Ask them if they need to go to the bathroom periodically, especially before car ride or when out in public, make them go potty even when they say they’re fine. Do they really know? Can you really trust a littles judgement? :P

Stop them when they try to do things for their selves and remind them just how small they are.

Run their bath for them, even if they don’t want to have a bath! You’re their caregiver, you take care of them and make these decisions for them!

Give a list of chores to do while you’re away, punish/ground them if they don’t follow through.

If they’ve been on the computer for too long stop them. They’re too little to spend that much time on a computer, coloring in a coloring book is more appropriate for somebody their age.

Encourage them when being little, remind them that it is okay to be little around you ♡

Be sincere in your interest when they are being little, playing, coloring etc.

Understand that your little is not a slave and isn’t going to be as easily told to do things like a slave might. Expect some resistance at times they are the child in this, they do pout and fuss.

You are their caregiver, so care for them as if they were a child, and make sure that they know that they are the child here. That’s the whole point of a power exchange relationship in this context.

[i-am-baby]

NEED

[storiesagehumiliation666]

If I don’t do what I’m told mummy orders a parcel and makes me answer the door in my new mortifying attire

[mommysuppress]

Why Diaper Training🚼 Holds Special Power🌈

Adult diaper training is more than a physical act; it’s a psychological and emotional cornerstone. When a Mommy lovingly introduces, enforces, and celebrates diaper use, it signals complete care and dependency.

• Surrender and Security: Wearing and using diapers requires vulnerability. For the little, this act of letting go strips away adult pretenses and returns them to a state of pure reliance on Mommy. The crinkle of the diaper, the snug fit, and the ritual of changing become constant reminders of Mommy’s loving authority.

• Routine and Consistency: Regular training schedules — timed changes, hydration checks, and potty denial — create predictability. Littles thrive on this structure. It reduces anxiety and deepens the headspace, allowing them to fully embrace their smaller self.

• Sensory and Emotional Reinforcement: The soft padding, the scent of powder, and Mommy’s gentle (or firm) touch during changes create powerful associations. Over time, the diaper becomes a comfort object that says, “Mommy is here. Mommy has you.”

Mommy’s advantage shines brightest here because she controls the pace, the rules, and the rewards. A well-trained little learns that accidents or purposeful use are met with understanding, praise, or gentle correction — never shame outside agreed boundaries. This builds immense trust.

The Importance of Tasks in Diapered Training

Pairing diaper training with purposeful tasks multiplies its effectiveness. Tasks turn passive wearing into active submission. They keep the dynamic alive throughout the day and give Mommy clear ways to guide behavior.

Key Benefits of Combined Training and Tasks:

1. Focus and Obedience: Simple tasks like coloring while diapered, folding laundry in just a onesie and diaper, or completing household chores with a plugged or padded bottom keep the little’s mind centered on their role. The physical reminder of the diaper makes every movement a submissive act.

2. Building Discipline: Progressive tasks — starting with short periods of diapered reading time and advancing to full-day wear with writing assignments or posture practice — teach patience and dedication. Mommy can reward completion with cuddles, stories, or special playtime.

3. Emotional Regulation: Many littles struggle with adult stress. Diapered tasks provide a healthy outlet. The combination of restriction (the diaper) and direction (the task) quiets racing thoughts and fosters a peaceful, regressed mindset.

4. Intimacy Through Oversight: Mommy inspecting task results, checking diaper condition, or assigning new challenges creates frequent touchpoints. These moments reinforce the power exchange and allow for loving reinforcement or playful correction.

Effective tasks might include:

• Journaling feelings about diaper time

• Practicing “little speech” or rules recitation

• Light exercise or stretching while padded

• Preparing snacks or setting up play areas under supervision

• Educational activities like ABC practice or simple crafts

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[tianasrealm]

Masking

I genuinely hate being out when my brain wants to be small, like having to mask sucks. I have to pretend to be bigger than I am, and then I end up having a verbal shutdown. Then people are constantly asking if you're okay. Like girl no, im fucking small and we're on an excursion. I wanna go and get in my bed with my paci and my bottle.