i've never introduced myself here before, so here we go :))
I'm May from Spain, a 23 year old young lady and also 2 year old babygirl who is veery naughty (and sometimes veeery brat🤫). I like all the aspects of ABDL...or most of them. I'm 🏳️🌈bisexual🏳️🌈 but i feel more attracted to men, and i am not a switch so that means i only look for dominant people! :))
i am a very sarcastic little girl, so i'll play with u and your brain a lot if u get a chance to talk to me (sorry not sorry)😌
⛔PLEASE DONT INTERACTUATE WITH ME CALLING YOURSELF MY DADDY OR MY MOMMY BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT UNTIL WE TALK ABOUT IT FIRST⛔
⚠️⚠️ALSO MDNI, DON'T FOLLOW ME IF U ARE UNDER 18, ONLY +18. DON'T INTERACT WITH ME OR MY ACCOUNT (or any account if it includes sexual activities). PLEASE BE SAFE THIS CONTENT IS ONLY FOR ADULTS AND ONLY ADULTS⚠️⚠️
SFW
🐬🦭🐳🐟🐠🐡🦐🦞🦀🦑🐙🪼🐚
I loooove animals, but i hate zoos because i feel like they are trapped... or something like that. So instead, i love scuba diving and seeing them in the wild. My dream is to see a whale shark one day. And... some people say i'm a mermaid but it's a secret 🤫🧜🏼♀️
I love films and go to the cinema, but i hate going by myself because i can't talk to anyone about the movie. So i always wait for someone to invite me to go with them, and since i like any kind of movie...i adapt!
I'm never going to throw a tantrum if u choose it (although it's better if it's a cartoon movie or about barbies...and princesses...u know...big girl movies like that🙃)
I love doing crafts! Sometimes i make ceramic fridge magnets, other times i make plates or mugs and paint them... i also make little animals out of cardboard and have them all over my room!
I also make bracelets...so if u want a personalized one u just have to be a good friend of mine and i will be happy to give it to u (and for free hahaha😝)
🦩🦚🦢🦜🐥🦒🐅🦌🐘🦘🦕🐢🦊🐼
🏔️🌲🌹🌴🌺🍄🍀🍁🪷🌷🌵🪻🌻🌱
i am a very adventurous person, so u better call me if u want to go on a trip to see beaches or montains...or lakes....or waterfalls...it doesn't matter where we go as long as u take me to a beautiful place to watch the sunset (please...) 🥹I LOVE NATURE🥹
🏔️🌲🌹🌴🌺🍄🍀🍁🪷🌷🌵🪻🌻🌱
NSFW
I have a lot of kinks...sometimes i have trouble with accepting them because of society and what it's generally more accepted or better seen by other people.
But i love them all and i don't really think i'd hurt anyone by liking them so... here are my kinks:
KINKS
BDSM
Bondage | Helplessness | Immobility
ABDL
DDLG/MDLG
Ageplay
Dirtytalk
Edging | Teasing
Orgasm denial | Orgasm control
Blackmail
Public exposing | Public humillation (in the case of third parties, with consent obviously)
Impact play | Spanking | Sensorial deprivation
Diapers | Pullups | Babygirl panties
Potty training | Loos of bladder capacity
Omorashi | Omutsu
Bedwetting
Force diapering | Force peeing myself
Peeing myself by order | Wetting for fear
CNC (Somnophilia...)
Medical play | Urethral sounding for bladder control and to lose capacity
Male authority (i like brat tamers😌)
Size kink
Breeding
Choking
MDaddy Dom having control over me (like bathroom control, how much i drink, what can i wear, what words can i say or if i can speak like a big girl or like a baby)
She clung to his arm like a koala as their plane sat at the end of the runway, San Francisco Bay barely visible through the thick fog outside the oval window.
"The pilots can see, right?" she asked.
"Yes, baby," he responded, kissing her on the temple. "Hundreds of planes fly in and out of this fog every day."
She knew that, but her fear of flying wasn't calmed by facts. This was the first time she's been on a plane since she had to fly to her uncle's funeral four years ago. And that flight was barely more than 90 minutes. When she took off today, she would be in the air for nearly six hours. And then—unless a wing fell of the plane or the pilots both had heart attacks or gravity suddenly decided to become twice as strong—she would land in New York City.
The plane began to accelerate. She hugged his arm tighter as they sped down the runway and started to tilt upward. She shifted in her seat, the crinkle of her diaper masked by the hum of the engines. And they were in the sky.
****
Three months earlier, on a typically gloomy San Francisco morning, they lazed in bed together, tapping and scrolling on their phones.
"If I went to that conference in New York, would you come with me?" she asked.
He turned slowly in her direction, his face displaying a mix of shock and amusement, as if she had just asked, "if I became a lion tamer, would you come to my circus?"
"New York?" he asked in response. "New York the city that's all the way on the other side of the country? Shall we make the journey by boat or by steam engine?"
"I'm serious! Getting asked to speak at this conference is a really big deal and I feel silly saying no just because I'd have to fly. So I was thinking that, as long as you were there with me and as long as I could wear my seatbelt the whole time, I could probably deal with the airplane."
He was flooded with affection and admiration for her.
"Of course I'll come with you," he said, rolling on his side to face her. "I would love to come with you! I'll go anywhere with you! But may I respectfully point out one potential issue with this plan?"
"You may." She pecked him on the lips. "Respectfully."
"Respectfully, you have the world's smallest bladder. You pee every 15 minutes. I don't want to discourage you from making this trip, but sweetie, you're going to have to be okay with taking your seatbelt off a few times. It's perfectly safe."
"Nope, seatbelt will be staying on. I'll figure it out."
"Baby, figure what out? Are you not going to have anything to drink for a day before the flight? I know you're not skipping coffee. You get grouchy when you skip coffee."
"Hey!" She swatted him on the arm. "I am not grouchy when I skip coffee. I'm grumpy. There's a difference. Anyway, I have a plan. Would you like to hear my plan?"
"Okay, Miss Grump, let's hear your plan."
"It's a serious plan. So no laughing."
He lowered his eyebrows to make a serious face. "I'm ready. Serious plan."
"I'm going to buy diapers," she declared. "Really, really big diapers."
Despite her instructions, he laughed. (How could he not?) And he rolled on top of her. "I love you so much. You're a weird girl. Respectfully."
She kissed him. "I love you too. Thank you for coming with me. And thank you for going along with my plan."
****
The taxi crawled through traffic on its way to the hotel. This was her first time in New York and there was no way she was getting in an Uber when there was a line of iconic yellow NYC taxis waiting outside the airport.
"I feel like Annie," she mused, gazing out the window at the dusky Manhattan skyline rising in the distance.
"The orphan?" he asked.
"Yeah, she comes to New York and sings a whole song about it."
"I'm so happy that you worked up the courage to get on the flight. And I can't believe you slept through almost the whole thing. I watched two whole movies while you were zonked out."
"I just felt really comfy and safe with you next to me," she said. "Plus, it's impossible to be nervous when you're asleep."
He rubbed her thigh and lowered his voice to a whisper. "May I ask you a very personal question?"
She locked eyes with him. She knew the question already.
"It's absolutely soaked." she said, giggling at the absurdity of actually going through with her "plan."
She took his hand and put it between her legs.
He pressed his fingers into her swollen padding. It was thick and heavy, firm and a little squishy. "Wow baby, how many times did you pee?"
She shushed him and motioned to the cab driver. "I told you! I bought the most absorbent ones I could find."
"These are the diapers they make just for girls with plans to wet their pants on airplanes?" he teased.
"Yep!" she said. "Exactly what it said on the package. And this wasn't part of the plan, but maybe they're for airplanes and also taxis stuck in traffic."
"World's smallest bladder," he said. "We gotta get you in the Guinness Book."
****
The conference organizers put her up in a five-star hotel, in a room on the 38th floor with big windows framing a view of the city, a beautiful jumble of buildings.
Just after three in the morning, he woke up to find himself alone in the hotel's king bed. He spotted her standing at the window in her sleep shirt and no bottoms, her butt cheeks peeking below its hem.
"Giving the neighbors a show?" he asked, with vocal cords that were still half asleep.
She smiled and turned to him. "Hey. Why are you awake?"
"Why are you awake?" he responded. "You have a big day tomorrow."
"I think I'm awake precisely because I have a big day tomorrow," she said. "I don't know. It's going to be a big crowd and all of the other speakers have presented at big conferences like this before and I wanna do a good job and I'm just anxious."
He got out of bed and joined her at the window. He held her around her waist from behind.
"Baby, you were such a brave girl getting on the plane this morning. I was so proud of you. You're always giving me reasons to be proud of you. You can do anything."
"Thank you," she said, leaning her back into his big chest. "It was really helpful to have you there with me."
"You're so welcome, baby. Can I suggest something that I think will help you feel better?"
"Yeah," she said, turning around in his arms to face him.
"Do you think maybe the reason you felt relaxed enough to fall asleep on the plane was the diaper? Like maybe it helped you feel safe and calm, even if it was subconscious?"
He knew it was a vulnerable question and he pulled her in closer while she thought. After a few beats of silence, he lifted her chin with his thumb and felt tears on her cheeks.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry. It was just a thought. I didn't mean to imply..." he trailed off, not quite sure what he didn't mean to imply.
"No," she said through sniffles. "You're right. I'm sorry. It's just so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed. As soon as I got dressed in that diaper this morning it was so good and comfy. I didn't want to tell you that because I don't really know what to make of it and... I don't know. It's obviously really embarrassing. I'm sorry."
He hugged her tight, his hand pressing into her back to bring her little body all the way into his.
"Baby, you have nothing to be sorry for. And you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Not with me. Nothing is embarrassing with me, okay?"
"But..." she began to respond, but he stopped her.
"Baby, there's no but. You have nothing to be embarrassed of in this room with me right now. Do you understand?"
It didn't matter that she was still embarrassed. He was giving her no choice but to agree.
"I understand," she conceded.
"Good girl," he said. "Now, we need to get you to sleep for your big day tomorrow. Do you think your diapers might help you get to sleep?"
She nodded.
"I think so too. Do you want to put your diaper on yourself or do you want me to do it for you?"
"You," she said softly. She was surprised how easy the decision was.
"Perfect. Let's get my brave girl in her diaper for the night" he said, kissing her forehead. "Lie on the bed for me. I'll be right there."
****
The iPhone alarm woke them at eight. Disoriented and groggy, they turned to each other for their usual morning cuddles. As their bodies tangled, he felt her warm diaper against his thigh and remembered last night.
"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" he asked.
"Mmhmmmmm!" she responded, sleepy and content.
"Good," he said, kissing the tip of her nose.
As their eyes woke up, they took each other in. They didn't quite have the words for it yet, but they both saw that they'd found something new in their relationship. Something deep and intimate and special and fun. They kissed.
"I'm not supposed to be embarrassed with you, right?" she asked.
"Never," he answered.
"Can I suck my thumb while you cuddle me for a little bit?"
"Of course, baby."
He watched her intently as her hand found its way to her face and she sealed her lips around her little thumb. She closed her eyes and felt him rubbing her diapered bottom while she gently sucked, thinking about everything that's possible for a girl who's not embarrassed.
"You can cum inside me" I appreciate the permission, but respectfully I have you tied up and my full body weight holding you down. I can cum wherever I want and there isn't a thing you can do to stop it.
Yeah it would be fun for the next girl in my life to be an ABDL gf however recently I’ve also been thinking why not just find a nice normal girl and corrupt the shit out of her - the amount of pages that follow mine that arnt even slightly inclined to this kink or have anything even kink related out there that still follow and interact with my content tells me that there may be more girls out there that are susceptible to being treated like oversized children, reduced to fussy messes that still have accidents in there pants than I previously and numerically thought there was. What’s the worst that can happen? If she says no - tough. She’s not an adult anymore, there’s a real grown up in charge now so her opinion doesn’t matter. She’s gonna end up like a baby one way or another the question remains just how susceptible and willing she is going to behave.
Simulating urge incontinence with strict toilet discipline.
I write a program that sets random alarms for you throughout the day. Your smart watch vibrates...
1-2 times an hour while you're awake
2-3 times in the middle of the night
The moment you feel the vibration, you must stop whatever you're doing and rush to the nearest toilet. It doesn't matter if you don't have to pee; the alarm won't stop until you email my bot a timestamped photo of your panties around your ankles as you squat on the potty for the umpteenth time.
After two or three days, you're exhausted and frustrated. You can't get anything done. You can't get a good night's sleep. Every decision in your life revolves around making sure you're never too far from a toilet.
By the end of the week, you just want your life back. You want to be free from the stupid fucking toilet. And you know my price for ending the game.
You squirm and blush and stare at the floor, clenching your teeth and fighting back tears...as you quietly ask me to diaper you.
Rewarding a girl for her un-adult training with age appropriate rewards is a fun concept I want to try. Reward her for making accidents at night and waking up in a wet nappy in the morning with a few stuffed animal friend, a new paci maybe or something else that would only be enticing to an overgrown child like her as a well done for loosing herself to regression and slipping further and further away from being an adult and encouraging her with rewards that only seem more age appropriate with each passing day.
“Ok,” Reid said, slowly pushing the door behind him, cutting off the noise and bustle of the party. “What’s going on, Cam? Something up?”
Camille fiddled with the hem of her skirt. “Yeah, kind of. You brought your bag, right?”
Reid’s face fell with a combination of disappointment and pity. “Oh, sweetheart. What happened?”
“I-Uh.” Camille took a deep breath. “I was talking to Michelle and I didn’t realize, and I just…I had an accident.”
“It’s ok, Cam. Your pullup probably caught most of it, right?”
Camille didn’t respond.
“Oh no. You didn’t take it off before we left, did you?”
Camille just looked at her feet.
“Alright, let’s see the damage.”
Reid lifted up the front of her skirt, revealing a thoroughly ruined pair of panties, along with her sheer leggings that valiantly soaked up most of the accident. He sighed in disappointment. “We talked about this, Cam. At least your skirt didn’t get any on it. But seriously, I told you that you needed to wear them.”
“It’s not like I’m sitting here thinking about what a genius idea it was!” She snapped. “I don’t even need them, this is just a stupid fluke.”
“Cam, my darling, you do nee-”
“Would you cut the stupid nicknames and not treat me like a fucking baby for five seconds, please?! I don’t need the stupid fawning, just fucking clean me up!”
He looked up from her legs with a significantly less sympathetic expression on his face. Camille knew she fucked up. “I mean, uh, I-”
“I’m treating you like a baby,” he cut her off, “Because you’re acting like one. And babies get a lot of slack when they pull stunts like this because they don’t know better. Right?”
“Mmmm.” She responded, eloquently.
“But adults do know better. If I was treating you like an adult, I would ask you what the hell you were thinking, and then I’d walk out and let you clean up your own mess. Does that sound preferable?”
She looked off to the side, unable to look him in the eyes.
“Camille. Does it?”
“.....It doesn’t.” She mumbled, realizing the audible sulk in her voice was really not helping her case.
“Do you want me to treat you like an adult, or like a baby?”
She pouted, and thought for a second. “What I want is to be out of these stupid leggings”
“Camille.”
“Fine!” Camille turned her head away to hide how red her face was getting. “I want to be treated like…” Her voice trailed off to barely a whisper. “Like a baby.”
“Hm?” He asked. “I don’t think I heard that.”
Her face was completely on fire. Maybe she could just stay quiet a little longer and a meteor would fall out of the sky and crush both of them to death. “Iwanttobetreatedlikeababyplease.” She blurted out as quickly as possible.
“Good. That wasn’t that hard, was it? Now, can you ask politely for what you want me to do?”
“Yes.” She spat between grit teeth. “Can you…please…change me out of these leggings?”
Reid grinned. “Of course I can!” He slid out the bath mat for her to lie down on. She awkwardly bent down, lying on her back so he could clean her up. Her thumb drifted unconsciously towards her mouth as she lay down, Reid pulling out wipes from his bag to clean her up with. She tried to keep her mind off of how similar this was to getting changed into her diaper for bedtime every night. Wait, no. Not HER diaper. Just a diaper. And speaking of diapers, that crinkling sound is strangely familiar…
She suddenly crashed back to earth as she felt Reid lift her butt up, sliding an unfolded diaper underneath it. She jolted back as if it had burned her. “Reid, what the hell?! I am not wearing one of those out there! Give me a pullup!”
“Yeah, about that…” Reid shrugged sheepishly. “I figured the only reason you’d soak through your pullup is if you were too blacked out to be trusted in one anyways. So all I brought was diapers. You’d been doing so well with the potty-”
“The toilet!” She hissed.”And I am not wearing that!”
Another shrug. “If I were you, I would’ve thought of that before I took my pullup off. Either you have a diaper on, or you get to walk around bare-assed under your skirt and piss on the floor.”
“Ok, ok, I get it. Fuck. Just put it on.” She settled her butt onto the seat, and Reid dutifully pulled the tapes into place, fastening them together. “All done!” He chirped at her. “I’m sorry if I snapped at you a little, duckie.” Another cutesy nickname. Barf. “I know how stressful this has been for you.”
Camille sighed. “No, I…I was being a bitch.” She stared off to the side, arms crossed. “I guess I’m sorry too.” Her brief pouting session was interrupted when Reid suddenly scooped his arms underneath her, yanking her into a bear hug. “Aww, Cammie!” He ran a palm across the back of her head, stroking her hair briefly. “That was almost an apology! I’m so proud!”
She wrapped her arms around his midsection, squirming a little bit forward in his lap. This was nice. “Yeah, don’t get used to it.”
“I’ve learned to take what I can get.” He joked. “Want to go back out?”
She snuggled up a little closer to him. “I guess. But, uh….if you want, I guess we could do this a little longer. Maybe.”
“Once upon a time, there lived a little princess…”
Jackie glowered up at her captor, biting down hard on the plastic bulb of her pacifier gag to let out some of her frustration. She was nestled in the crook of his arm, snuggled up in his lap beneath her Hello Kitty sheets. Her wrists were tied together in front of her, locked inside a pair of fingerless mittens that rendered her hands utterly useless, and her ankles were bound with pink ribbon.
She was naked but for a stupid pink bonnet and a puffy disposable diaper – white, with a decal of rattles and blocks and teddy bears. At least, it had been white when she’d been changed into it earlier than afternoon, but she’d peed in it twice since then. Three large bottles of baby formula had to go somewhere, and over the last few days Jackie had learned that no amount of screaming behind her gag would make the lunatic who’d kidnapped her let her use the toilet.
Her captor smiled indulgently down at her, ignoring the look of hatred on her face. “She was the prettiest princess in all the land,” he continued gently, “and she was known far and wide for having the cutest little bum in all the kingdom!” He patted her padded tushy, and Jackie pulled a face in disgust as her pee-soaked diaper squished against her bare skin. “But the princess was also very naughty…” her kidnapper went on. “Even though it was dangerous for a precious little thing like her, she liked to go out to parties wearing the skimpiest of clothes, tight tops and short skirts that would make even a harlot blush, and shake her little bottom on the dance floor for everyone to see! Running around with her bottom out is the kind of behaviour you might expect from a toddler, a girl too little to have any modesty, not a woman in her twenties! But the princess was desperate to get people to stare at her bouncy booty.”
This time his hand found a bit of her bum-cheek uncovered by her diaper and he gave her bottom a quick, hard pinch. Jackie squealed and wiggled vainly in his lap. She did her best to pour all her loathing into the look she gave him, but her captor just chuckled and pulled her body close. Jackie’s face reddened with more than anger when her bare nipples brushed against the material of his dress shirt, and, unbidden, she felt a tingle in her pussy.
“The princess was in danger of being stolen away by one of the nasty men leering at her bum-bum,” said the kidnapper, “but luckily a good wizard found her first. He knew that even though the princess thought she was a grown-up, really she was just a silly little girl who needed to be rescued – so he slipped a special potion into her drink that quickly sent her off to dreamland, and he snatched her up and took her away to a nice, safe tower before anyone could get to her!”
Jackie could only seethe silently as her kidnapper bent down and planted a loving kiss on her forehead.
“He threw away her silly big girl clothes and got her dressed much more appropriately. The good wizard was very kind. He put the princess in pull-ups, just in case she had an accident, and he gave her a cute, pink potty to pee in. But the princess was in a very grumpy mood when she woke up. She kicked over her potty, then she ripped off her pull-ups and peed all over the carpet instead! What a naughty little girl! She hadn’t agreed to be rescued, she said, and if the wizard didn’t let her go at once, she promised to call the guards.”
Jackie felt her bottom being patted again. She stared off into space, trying to ignore her captor, but he cupped a hand to her cheek and tilted her head to look at him. “Wasn’t the princess silly?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “She was far away from any guards, and the wizard was hardly going to give her any opportunity to call them. What a silly princess!” He jostled her in his arms, and once again Jackie felt her tits rubbing against his chest. She cringed as her pussy wettened inside her pissy-wet pants.
“The good wizard understood that she was a bit scared by everything that had happened,” said the kidnapper, “and he knew she was still getting used to her new life – he’d decided it was best if she never returned to the scary grown-up kingdom, and spent the rest of her days playing silly, innocent games in the tower instead. But still, he didn’t let naughty little carpet-tinklers go unpunished, even if they were pretty princesses… He pulled her over his knee and spanked her misbehaving bottom until it was as red as a tomato! The princess tried her best not to give in, but it didn’t take long until she was bawling like a real baby over his lap and promising to put her pull-ups back on like a good little girl. But the wizard said no. The silly princess had proved she was too little for potties. She’d lost her chance to be a big girl, and that meant she was going all the way back to nappies. The princess threw another tantrum when the good wizard showed her what her new forever-underwear would be, but her second spanking didn’t last nearly as long as her first, and soon she was tearfully promising the wizard that she’d never go potty outside of her pants again for as long as she lived. The wizard knew it wasn’t a promise she meant to keep, but he was going to hold her to it all the same.”
Jackie’s stomach rolled at the thought. That wasn’t going to happen, she told herself. Her sopping wet diaper felt heavy and gross between her legs. She was going to be rescued. The police would come. Somebody. Anybody. Any day now.
“Deep down, the princess was a very sweet little girl. The good wizard was sure of it. But she had a bit of an attitude problem. She would always shout and throw tantrums and say the naughtiest of words, and the wizard had to put a magic dummy in her mouth to keep her quiet!” He tapped Jackie’s pacifier gag and smiled down at her. “Now the princess spends all day sucking on it like a silly baby, and she couldn’t be happier!”
The kidnapper’s fingers fiddled absent-mindedly with the leak guards of Jackie’s adult Pampers as he spoke. Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside, probing the sodden padding in her pants. Jackie felt the back of his finger brush lightly against her sex, and she bit down hard on her paci to stop herself from moaning. It wasn’t enough. A soft, ridiculous little grunt of pleasure escaped her lips. The sound was muffled by her soother, but not muffled enough to stop her captor noticing.
He grinned. “Silly little thing,” he crooned, running his finger back and forth over her tingling pussy and making her moan again. Jackie hadn’t been able to touch herself since she’d been taken, and no matter how much she hated the man who’d done this to her, the psycho who was intent on keeping her locked up in an oversized nursery forever, she couldn’t stop her traitorous pussy responding to his touch. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as the kidnapper’s fingers caressed between her legs, and she bucked her hips instinctively. But then the feeling was gone, his hand had moved away from her diaper, and Jackie couldn’t stop the look of desperate need passing across on her face.
“Daddy was just checking your nappy, sweetie,” her captor said lightly. A smirk was playing around his mouth. “I know you were hoping for a little naughty playtime, darling, but those days are over for you. Baby needs to learn chastity, yes she does! She needs to learn that she’ll never have one of her naughty little grown-up orgasms ever again!”
Jackie screamed behind her pacifier and started writhing in place as hard as she could, but the kidnapper lifted her effortlessly off his lap and got to his feet. He quickly secured her bonds to the bed, leaving her arms and legs spread starfish-like beneath her sheets.
“You’ve got quite a soggy nappy, little one,” he said, “but since you haven’t made a messy yet, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait until morning for a change.”
“Nnnnnngggghhhh!” Jackie screamed behind her soother. She was fighting furiously against her restraints, but she couldn’t move more than an inch; all she could do was wiggle pathetically in her soaking wet diaper.
“Goodnight, princess,” said her kidnapper, bending down to stroke her cheek. “Daddy will see you in the morning. You’ve got a full day of crawling around your nursery, playing with dollies, and shaking rattles to look forward to tomorrow!” With one last kiss on her forehead, he straightened up and headed for the door. He’d only taken a few paces when he stopped and turned around. “Silly Daddy,” he chuckled. “I forgot to finish the story!” He looked down at his captive, glaring up at him with tear-stained eyes, and smiled lovingly. “And she lived happily ever after… The End.”
Before this last Saturday I hadn't been in diapers for more than a day since last October! Because they're so embarrassing Daddy doesn't use them all the time because otherwise I'd get used to them. And he likes it best when my punishments are humiliating. Even though it's been years since the first time I was punished with them, every time I feel just as squirmy feeling all the bulk and wetness down there.
The picture is from one of those days where I was punished for the day. We were going canoeing and the night before Daddy found out that I hadn't gotten a swimsuit. (I had but the delivery ran late and Daddy said that I should have had a backup plan and not waited to get it delivered the day before.) That morning he pulled out a diaper as my punishment for not being more mature with planning. I immediately protested but he had me taped up before I could really stage any kind of argument. I assumed I was just going to wear athletic shorts and a t-shirt over it, but the real humiliation came when he pulled out the unicorn one piece. When my bikini arrived Daddy made me return it since I already had a new swimsuit now, and for the rest of that summer I had to wear the unicorn swimsuit to the pool. Even though I only had to wear it with a diaper that one day, I felt so pathetic and childish every time.
I've gotten a lot of questions about what trouble I got into and I answered that here. But I'm realizing just how serious he is about me losing my big girl privileges for the summer. I knew I wasn't going to be getting much use out of my panties or wearing my shorter shorts/skirts now that I'm in diapers. But yesterday Daddy came over with two boxes and a lot of trash bags and said we were going to go through all my clothes.
Since this is now my summer job and I need lots of content, Daddy doesn't see any reason why I should still be wearing big girl clothes. So anything that was too mature would be taken out of my wardrobe. For the nicer, more expensive, and professional clothes of mine he made me neatly fold them and put them in the boxes which he brought down to our storage unit in the garage of our building. But for everything else he made me either put it in bags to donate or I had to put them in trash bags to throw away. A lot of my clothes are really cheap and were wearing anyways.
But now, the only clothes that I am left with are the most babyish of my big girl clothes that I had and the actually baby onesies and outfits that Daddy has gotten for me over the years. The worst part is that he made me cut up all of my thongs. He says he'll buy me some more appropriate panties to have for the rare exceptions to the diaper rule. He says that as I earn money (he has a whole system for me, I'll explain another day) that I can use that to buy whatever clothes I like and if I am good for a few months then I can earn the privilege of wearing big girl clothes again. But until then my wardrobe really looks like it belongs to a toddler. I hate all of the pink and flowers.
For the first week of my new situation Daddy says that when I'm in the house I'm not allowed to wear anything other than my diaper. He wants me to see it all the time. I absolutely hate being all naked like that, I feel exposed and because of things like mirrors or even the fan on my bare skin, it's impossible for me to forget what I'm wearing. After this week, if I'm good, he says that when we're home I will be in a onesie or just a shirt with my diaper and when we go out he'll pick out a skirt or a pinafore or overalls to go over the onesie. But even with it covered, the idea of being outside in a onesie is so scary! What if someone realizes what I'm wearing? This whole thing is making me feel so babyish, I'm reminded of it all day every day and now everyone online knows exactly what I am too.
When daddy packs a diaper bag for you bc you insisted on wearing big girl panties out…and then you maybe kinda end up being glad that he did by the end of the day 😳🙈
Tying your hands together so you have to decide whether to hide your face or your pullie during our cute little 'photoshoot' for your latest social media post.
Sitting your little on your lap and watching porn because even though they're obviously too little to orgasm Daddy wants to teach them what noises to make during diaper changes.
Is there any other way to remind her what she is? I loved doing that to my old cunts so that when they would argue with me, I just reminded them of what they looked like last the night before.
